Nine Netherworlds, Qingfeng Palace
Xuanfengqian held a flower hoe, absentmindedly turning over the large patch of red soil in front of the yard.
Qi Yuan looked at Xuan Fengqian, whose face was becoming increasingly haggard, and felt extremely distressed. "Princess, why don't you go back to your room and rest for a while? The Demon Doctor said that the fetal heartbeat is unstable and it is not advisable to move around too much."
Jing Que nodded heavily, making a gesture to take the flower hoe from Xuan Fengqian's hand, and said respectfully, "Your Highness, such trivial matters can be left to your subordinates. You should go back to your room and rest."
"Don't worry, I will never let the child in my womb suffer the slightest harm."
Xuanfeng remained calm and composed, a faint smile on his face.
Jingzhe knew that Xuanfengqian must be feeling terrible, but she didn't dare to tell her all about Lengye's plan. After hesitating for a while, she finally lowered her voice and whispered in her ear, "Princess, sometimes what you see isn't necessarily the truth. You have to look at things with your heart."
Thank you.
Xuanfeng nodded slightly and whispered his thanks.
In fact, she understands everything.
When she saw Zhimo's torn clothes in the Purple Nether Palace, she felt a tightness in her chest.
However, this does not mean that she doubted Leng Ye's feelings for her.
She recovered in just a few moments.
What truly irritated her was the stench of blood emanating from Leng Ye.
Although she didn't know what had happened, she was certain that Leng Ye must have suffered extremely serious injuries.
Under these circumstances, if Leng Ye rashly shielded her from the tribulation of the gods, the outcome would be predictable.
It was precisely because of this that Xuan Fengqian became even more determined to leave Jiuyou.
Not long ago, she made a special trip to the Three Pure Realms to find out the date of the Tribulation of the Supreme Gods.
Therefore, a courtyard full of phoenix flowers was planted in front of Qingfeng Hall.
When the phoenix flowers bloom, that will be the time for her to leave the Nine Netherworlds.
"My little sister has become even more beautiful after not seeing her for several months."
Di Jun strolled over with an elegant air, gently waving his folding fan.
Seeing that Xuan Fengqian ignored her, he reluctantly moved closer to her and snatched the flower hoe from her hand. "What are you planting, you brat? How about I help you?"
Did Leng Ye send you?
Xuanfeng's voice suddenly turned cold. He snatched the flower hoe from Dijun's hand and said in an unfriendly tone, "Qingfeng Palace does not welcome you. Go back to where you came from."
Di Jun touched his nose and chuckled sheepishly, "You brat, are you really that heartless?"
"Jingzhe, please tell Leng Ye for me that if he doesn't come to me within an incense stick's time, he can do whatever he wants." Xuan Fengqian completely ignored Di Jun, who was following closely beside her, and turned to look at Jingzhe, who was standing silently to the side.
"yes."
Seeing that Xuan Feng was angry, Jingzhe dared not delay any longer and rushed to the Soul Devouring Hall to inform Leng Ye.
"My dear sister, are you in a bad mood? How about I take you to the demon realm for a couple of days?"
"Not interested."
"Then...how about I help you till the land? With your thin arms and legs, it will definitely be much more strenuous for you to do such heavy work."
Xuan Fengqian gave a disdainful groan, "If it really comes down to strength, you are definitely no match for me."
Emperor Jun took Xuan Fengqian's words as a joke and said with a doting expression, "You're right, I am indeed no match for you."
"Don't believe me? Let's arm wrestle!"
"Don't cry if you lose."
Di Jun glanced at her slender arms and swallowed nervously.
He didn't really want to compete with her in strength; he just wanted to hold her hand, that was all.
Xuan Fengqian, completely unaware of Di Jun's thoughts, suddenly stretched out her hand, "Come here."
"Don't be afraid, I will give in..."
As Di Jun spoke, he reached out his hand and, before he could react, he realized that Xuan Fengqian's grip was unusually strong.
In that instant, he swallowed back the words that were about to spill from his mouth, and mustered all his strength to try and turn the tide.
Realizing that he was not even half as strong as Xuan Fengqian, he gritted his teeth in resentment and resorted to using both hands as a last resort.
Xuan Feng glanced at his hand, which had been gripped red by Di Jun, and, unwilling to prolong the ordeal, exerted a sudden force, dislocating Di Jun's hand with a "crack".
"You brat...!"
Di Jun winced in pain, staring incredulously at the expressionless Xuan Fengqian.
Xuan Fengqian took the handkerchief handed to her by Qi Yuan and carefully wiped her hand that Di Jun had held. She said coldly, "Now, do you still think that you can protect me with your mediocre skills?"
"You...you're this violent even in front of Leng Ye?"
Di Jun was always confident, and this was the first time he had been so suppressed by a woman that he didn't even have a chance to talk back.
He unconsciously bit his lower lip, feeling a stinging sensation in his nose, and almost burst into tears.
Xuan Fengqian replied, "I'm willing to pretend to be weak in front of him. But there's no need to do that in front of you."
"Why? Am I truly inferior to Leng Ye?"
Do you want to hear nice things or the truth?
Emperor Jun pondered for a long while before saying with particular caution, "What is false may be taken for true, and what is true may be taken for false. I choose to say the best words."
Xuanfeng smiled gently and said slowly, "You are a good person, but unfortunately I am already married. We are destined to be together but not to stay together."
Emperor Jun pursed his lips reluctantly and asked again, "I want to hear the truth."
"As the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. In my opinion, you're not even worth a finger of Leng Ye's. If you dare to bother me again, I'll beat you to a pulp."
As soon as Xuanfeng Qian finished speaking, he immediately ordered the demon servant to throw Dijun out of Qingfeng Palace.
"You brat, let me explain. The reason you think that Leng Ye is not bad is simply because you have lost a part of your memory. Once you regain that memory, you will find that I am a thousand times, ten thousand times better than him."
Di Jun looked into Xuan Fengqian's sharp, peach-blossom eyes and suddenly felt a little flustered.
His intuition told him that Xuan Fengqian could never fall in love with any man other than Leng Ye in his life.
"Close the gate. From now on, anyone who dares to let Di Jun into the Nine Netherworld without authorization will be beaten every time I see them."
Xuan Fengqian was so angry at the thought that Leng Ye was trying to push her to another man that she wanted to rush to the Soul Devouring Palace and twist Leng Ye's waterlogged head off.
All they do is come up with bad ideas all day long.
When Leng Ye heard from Jingzhe that Xuan Fengqian was anxious to find him, he immediately perked up and teleported to Qingfeng Palace without saying a word.
He glanced at the newly turned soil in front of Qingfeng Palace and asked with a hint of puzzlement, "What do you want to plant? I'll help you."
"No need."
"Then...what do you want with me?"
"Why did you push me to Dijun?" Xuanfengqian suddenly raised her eyes and stared straight at him.
If she hadn't noticed his pale complexion, she might have actually picked up a hoe and drained the water out of his head.
Leng Ye's throat moved slightly, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.
"You won't talk, huh? Sign the divorce papers on the table right now."
Xuan Fengqian crossed her arms and glared at him angrily.
If he dares to sign the divorce papers, she'll hang him from the rafters and whip him severely.
In fact, Leng Ye had never thought about divorce since they got married.
However, if they divorce, even if he dies, no one can label her as a "husband-killer".
Why wouldn't this be a fortunate thing for her?
Thinking of this, Leng Ye finally suppressed his reluctance and slowly signed and sealed the letter of divorce.
"You actually signed it when I told you to?"
Xuan Fengqian held her belly with one hand, afraid of disturbing the fetus again.
"Is there anything else?"
Leng Ye didn't even dare to look up at her, afraid that if he looked at her even once more, he would never be able to let go of her again.
Xuan Fengqian tore the divorce papers to shreds in the blink of an eye and said viciously, "Want a divorce? No way."
Leng Ye stared silently at the torn divorce papers, a sudden surge of joy rising in his heart.
To be honest, he really couldn't bear to divorce her.
"Come back to the house with me."
"What do you want if I say no?"
"Try saying that again if you dare?"
Xuanfengqian realized that Leng Ye couldn't be coaxed. If he was coaxed and spoiled for too long, he would inevitably take advantage of the situation.
Leng Ye then remembered that Xuan Fengqian had regained all her memories and was no longer the soft, cute, and gentle person she was when she had lost her memory.
However, he seems to prefer her as she is now.
At this moment, she completely let go of all her inhibitions, appearing genuine and adorable.
Although he always seems aloof and unapproachable, he has a particular fondness for this kind of thing.
Upon entering the room, Xuan Fengqian immediately bolted the door and then lifted him onto the couch.
"A-Qian...have you been holding it in for too long?"
Leng Ye glanced at Xuan Fengqian's unusual behavior and subconsciously covered his front.
"Stop holding your head in."
Xuan Fengqian said irritably, "Take off your robes."
"No."
"reason?"
Leng Ye casually made up a story: "I only touch people I like."
Upon seeing this, Xuan Fengqian immediately stripped him naked.
She had a premonition that Leng Ye must have suffered a very serious injury.
But when she saw that there wasn't a single patch of intact skin left on his body, she was so saddened that she couldn't speak.
"It will be fine in a few days." Leng Ye didn't expect Xuan Fengqian to have such a strong grip, and reached out with a little panic to grab the robe that she had thrown on the ground.
"Don't move, it's all festering and you're still moving around."
Xuan Fengqian took a deep breath, pressed one hand against his face, and firmly pinned him to the bed. "Nine Heavens Tribulation?"
"Um."
Leng Ye nodded, then added, "It doesn't hurt much, just some superficial wounds."
"Shut up."
Xuanfeng coldly rebuked him, her tone unfriendly: "Don't you think what you've done is a bit too much? No matter what happens, you always shoulder everything alone. You're not a bachelor anymore, do you know how worried I am about you?"
"I'm sorry to have worried you."
"No matter what, don't push me away. No matter what happens, we can choose to face it together, right?"
Xuan Fengqian looked at Leng Ye's wounds and was furious. "You wait, I'll avenge you."
"do what?"
"The mysterious power within me is the power of the gods, right? If I don't cleave a hole in the dome today, I'll continue tomorrow."
"You're pregnant, don't run around."
Leng Ye was surprised that Xuan Fengqian was still thinking of fighting against the heavens, and chuckled to himself.
"You know I'm pregnant? In that case, you should just lie quietly on the bed. As long as you don't anger me, no one can hurt me."
"I know I was wrong."
“If you have nothing to do, go write a self-criticism. Don’t wear any clothes before I get back, or you’ll be held responsible if you break any wounds.”
Xuanfeng uttered a single sentence and stormed out of Qingfeng Palace.
Leng Ye was a little worried about Xuan Fengqian, but then he thought that after Xuan Fengqian regained her memories, she exuded a unique kingly aura.
It's conceivable that someone like her would never allow herself to get hurt easily.
After hesitating for a while, Leng Ye finally didn't pick up the clothes scattered on the ground. Instead, he strode to the desk and began to write a self-criticism.
For a moment, even he himself couldn't understand why he had to be so "obedient".
If this gets out, where will he, the dignified Demon Lord of the Nine Netherworlds, put his face?
Thinking of this, Leng Ye calmly summoned Jingzhe and tentatively asked, "Are there any rumors circulating outside about me?"
"have."
"What did they say?"
Jingzhe said cautiously, "These are just nonsense; the Demon Lord need not take them to heart."
"Isn't my dignity worth caring about?" Leng Ye retorted seriously.
"..."
The Awakening of Insects remained silent.
He thought to himself, Leng Ye is so intimidated by Xuan Fengqian that he doesn't even dare to put on his robes. What face does he have to save?
After a long while, Leng Yete lowered his voice and solemnly instructed Jingzhe: "Remember to guide public opinion well, and make sure that the demons firmly believe that I always maintain absolute control."
"yes."
Jingzhe originally wanted to tell Leng Ye that just now, when Xuan Fengqian closed the door to reprimand him, there were still dozens of people lying outside the door. By now, the news that he had been punished by Xuan Fengqian to write a self-criticism had probably already spread.
But then he thought that Leng Ye was seriously injured and couldn't withstand any stimulation, so he gave up.
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Purple Nether Palace
Dressed in a bright crimson brocade robe, Qingwu swayed her slender waist and stepped into Zhimo's bedroom.
She looked at the plain-looking Zhi Mo with disdain and said sourly, "A sparrow is always a sparrow. Even if it occupies a phoenix's nest, it is still vulgar."
Zhimo tightened her grip on the sleeping infant in her arms before looking at Qingwu, whose eyes were gleaming. "Whether it's a sparrow or a phoenix, in this vast world, they are but a drop in the ocean. Where does the distinction between noble and lowly come from?"
"People are born into different classes. With your plain appearance, how could you possibly be worthy of the Demon Lord?"
"Before you said that, young lady, did you look in the mirror? If there truly is a hierarchy, then you are equally unworthy of the Demon Lord. Besides, our bodies and hair are gifts from our parents; what right do others have to judge my appearance?"
"you!"
Qingwu originally thought that Zhimo was just a soft persimmon that could be squeezed at will.
To her utter surprise, Zhi Mo silenced her with a single retort.
"Girl, as a human being, you must be kind."
Although her magical skills and aptitude were mediocre, she had an extremely sharp eye for people.
From the first moment she saw Qingwu, she knew that he was a wicked man.
Qingwu was so speechless that she could hardly breathe. If she weren't already in a state of near-incapacity, she might have rushed forward and torn off Zhimo's hypocritical face.
After a while, once she had calmed down, she spoke to Zhimo in a calm and collected manner: "Do you want to know who the father of the bastard in your arms is?"
What do you mean by that?
"The father of the bastard in your womb is not the Demon Lord, but a fallen demon."
"No, that's impossible."
Zhimo shook her head frantically, her emotions becoming unusually agitated.
She could endure any attacks from others, but she could not tolerate her child, whom she had carried for ten months, being called a "bastard."
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