Leng Ye's eyes turned bloodshot, driven solely by primal desires and thoughts, relentlessly seeking more.
The reason he was so eager to make things official was not because he couldn't wait, nor because he was blinded by lust and his mind was only on the bed.
He was simply worried that if he didn't hurry, he would truly lose Xuan Fengqian forever.
Even though she never loved him from beginning to end, she still had to obediently stay by his side and be his captive for life.
"Leng Ye, do you know how disgusting you are right now?"
Xuanfeng knew he couldn't escape his fate, and his eyes were filled with despair and resentment.
"You'll have to put up with it, even if it's disgusting."
Leng Ye realized that her ability to annoy people was truly first-rate.
Even at this critical juncture, she still has no intention of begging for mercy.
If she had obediently apologized to him and taken the initiative to make peace, why would he have hurt her?
Unfortunately, she never learns her lesson and always tries to go against his wishes.
However, despite his anger, he wasn't so crazy as to want to torture her to death.
To put it bluntly, he still couldn't bear to hurt her.
After a moment of silence, Leng Ye's expression softened slightly, and he patiently said to her, "Be good, relax."
"Don't touch me!"
"Don't be so tense, you'll get hurt."
Leng Ye cupped her cheeks in his hands and gently kissed her lips.
At this moment, he was burning with anxiety, but his movements became gentle. "A-Qian, give me a chance, let's start over. As long as you promise never to leave me, I will spoil you for the rest of my life."
Xuan Fengqian had long been fed up with Leng Ye's self-righteous belief that deep affection was doomed to fail. She coldly questioned him, "Your so-called pampering is just tying me to the bed and torturing me in every way?"
"It was you who tormented me, it was you. You think you've always been at a disadvantage? In reality, you've always held the initiative. You only need to give me a little something sweet, and I will willingly go through fire and water for you."
"If I had even the slightest bit of autonomy, would I be tied to this bed by you, at your mercy, to be played with as you please?"
"I never intended to toy with you."
Leng Ye glanced at her wrists, which had red marks from the ribbons binding them, and specially untied them for her.
He could sense that she was filled with resistance.
He also knew that if things continued like this, it would truly reach a point of no return.
After much deliberation, he finally decided to let her go.
But Xuan Fengqian took advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration, removed the exquisite purple jade hairpin from his hair, and plunged it into his heart.
She acted ruthlessly, without a moment's hesitation.
With a hissing sound, blood gushed from the wound on Leng Ye's chest in an instant.
His warm blood splattered all over her, staining her eyes, which were filled with hatred.
"Leng Ye, you forced me to do this."
"Xuan Fengqian, just how much do you hate me?"
Leng Ye felt a pain so intense he could hardly breathe. He abruptly pulled the hairpin from his chest and threw it to the ground. "I've already decided to let you go, how can you be so cruel?"
"I already said I don't want to. Why are you forcing me?" Xuan Fengqian said hysterically.
"Is this why you were so ruthless in trying to kill me?"
His cold, ruthless gaze, sharp as a blade, concealed endless pain.
The next moment, he suddenly stood up and threw the Xuanyuan Demon Sword hard at Xuan Fengqian. "Didn't you want to kill me? I'll give you that chance."
"Can't you be reasonable? I'm just trying to protect myself."
Xuan Fengqian did indeed consider ending his life with a single sword strike.
However, she ultimately couldn't bring herself to do it.
After a moment's hesitation, she calmly pushed the Xuanyuan Demon Sword in front of him, her voice filled with exhaustion, "If you still don't intend to let me go, then just give me a quick death. Don't force me to do those disgusting things anymore, okay?"
"I must be crazy to be so bewitched by you."
Leng Ye snatched the Xuanyuan Demon Sword and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Xuanfeng Qian slumped dejectedly on the couch, completely unaware of what to do next.
Right now, she has completely offended Leng Ye.
Furthermore, Fu Chen's strength should not be underestimated. She must be careful at every step, lest she inadvertently fall into his trap.
Perhaps, only by marrying Dijun can she temporarily escape this dilemma...
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Nine Netherworlds, Soul Devouring Palace
Leng Ye stared blankly at the clay sculpture in his hand, his brows furrowed and his face extremely gloomy.
Wuya perched obediently on his shoulder, comforting him in a sweet voice, "Your Majesty, don't be sad. Forced love is never sweet."
"Why won't she give me a chance?" Leng Ye's voice was extremely hoarse, his eyes filled with desolation.
"Your Majesty, I have read many stories in the mortal world. Nine out of ten women who have been forced into this situation will eventually take their own lives. Don't force A-Qian anymore. If she really dies, you will be the one who is heartbroken in the end."
Wuya wanted to treat Leng Ye's wounds, but Leng Ye was like a wounded hedgehog, refusing to be touched.
"Even you think I'm forcing her?"
"That's not what I meant." Wuya gently nuzzled Leng Ye's neck and whispered, "A Qian's smile is truly exquisite. Your Majesty, if you truly love her, then don't let her shed tears."
At first, Wuya was able to remain conscious.
But the thought that all her years of effort were less than Xuan Fengqian's smile and frown made her heart tremble with tears.
It slightly bent its wings, gently hooked its arm around Leng Ye's neck, and wailed, "What is it about me that I am inferior to A Qian? Why won't you even look at me?"
"..."
Feeling agitated, Leng Ye said coldly, "Stop crying in front of me, you're being noisy."
"Gah~"
Wuya cried until she was breathless, and looked half-dejected. She slumped her head and buried it in Leng Ye's neck, sobbing softly. "Your Majesty, do you know why I like A Qian so much? To be honest, it's just a case of loving the house because of the person. I knew from the beginning that you liked her. The way you looked at her was different from how you looked at others; it would light up."
"Even you can see it, but she just doesn't care about me."
Leng Ye carefully tucked the clay sculpture into his wide sleeves and began drinking cup after cup.
He wished he could get himself drunk and never wake up again.
Only when his mind is clouded can the world possibly treat him kindly, and only then can Xuan Fengqian possibly change his mind.
He would rather live his whole life in falsehood and deception than be treated coldly by her.
"Your Majesty, your body has not fully recovered, please do not drink."
"Get out of my way, mind your own business."
Wuya made a move to push the wine pot out of Leng Ye's hand, but Leng Ye rudely threw it aside.
At this moment, it could no longer be sentimental. Seeing that Leng Ye's emotions were getting more and more out of control, it decided to take a trip to the Immortal Realm.
It seems that only Xuan Fengqian could persuade him.
To be honest, it was indeed very jealous of Leng Ye's favoritism towards Xuan Fengqian. However, aside from jealousy, it hoped even more that Leng Ye could get his wish and win the heart of the beauty.
At this moment, it even considered risking its own life, threatening to kill itself, to force Xuan Fengqian to come here, so that she could see with her own eyes the distraught state of Leng Ye.
"Your Excellency, what's wrong with you?"
Just as Wuya flew out of the Soul Devouring Palace, Xuan Qianning happened to rush over with hurried, light steps.
She held a beautiful face, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her bright, clear eyes held untold emotions.
"Your Excellency, drinking alcohol is harmful to your health."
"Who sent you?" Leng Ye frowned, suddenly looked up, and questioned Xuan Qianning in an unfriendly tone.
"Did Qianqian upset you again?" Xuan Qianning asked him softly.
She intended to sit on his lap as usual, but Leng Ye seemed somewhat resistant and subtly turned his body away.
Seeing this, Xuan Qianning clenched her fists tightly, feeling even more unwilling.
She just couldn't understand what she was lacking.
You must know, she is the woman with the most noble bloodline in the Six Realms. How can that vixen and licentious Xuan Fengqian be compared to her?
What puzzled her most was that recently, not only had Leng Ye become obsessed with Xuan Fengqian, but even Di Jun, who had pursued her for thousands of years, had inexplicably fallen for her and was now shouting all over the world that he wanted to marry Xuan Fengqian and bring her into the demon realm.
Xuan Qianning refused to admit defeat and stubbornly leaned against Leng Ye.
Long before an incense stick had burned, she received a secret report from Qingfeng Palace's spies, saying that Xuan Fengqian was unwilling to be intimate with Leng Ye and had even stabbed him.
She thought to herself that Leng Ye's advances had been rejected, leaving him with no outlet for his desires, and he must be desperately in need of a woman's comfort now.
Therefore, she boldly took off her outer robe and sat down on Leng Ye's lap.
"Your Majesty, please take good care of yourself. Don't let those insignificant people upset you." Xuan Qianning leaned gently against Leng Ye's chest, carefully avoiding his still bleeding wound, and spoke softly.
"stand up."
Leng Ye didn't want to say anything harsh to Xuan Qianning, but he really didn't want to have any physical contact with her.
"Your Majesty, no!"
Xuan Qianning gently swayed her curvaceous body, using almost every trick in the book, hoping to win Leng Ye back.
"If you don't get up, don't blame me for being impolite."
Leng Ye glanced at her shapely body indifferently, and suddenly felt a little nauseous.
It was at this moment that he realized what it felt like to be forced by others.
He finally understood why Xuan Fengqian was so agitated.
To be honest, if he were forcibly kissed by another woman, or did something he shouldn't have while in a state of mental instability, he would indeed feel the same resistance and disgust as Xuan Fengqian...
Xuan Qianning didn't understand the meaning behind Leng Ye's words, and replied sweetly, "Your Majesty, there's no need to be so polite with me. It is my honor to serve Your Majesty."
Seeing Xuan Qianning's luscious lips getting closer and closer, Leng Ye could no longer bear it. He pushed her aside and said coldly, "I don't need your service. If you want to stay in Jiuyou, then behave yourself as your Demon Queen. You'd better stay out of my business."
"Your Majesty, have I done something wrong?"
Xuan Qianning lay prostrate on the ground, still intentionally or unintentionally flaunting her charm, tears streaming down her face before she could utter a word.
"Don't think I don't know who crossed out Xuan Fengqian's name on the Three Lives Stone."
In fact, Leng Ye had ordered a thorough investigation into the poisoning of Xuan Qianning, and had also learned in the illusion created by the dream demon that Xuan Fengqian was an innocent victim, and the real culprit was Xuan Qianning, who was crying wolf.
However, at that time he hated Xuan Fengqian so much that he chose to turn a blind eye and let Xuan Qianning do whatever she wanted.
Now that he has clearly understood his own intentions, how could he let Xuanfeng suffer an unjust accusation without knowing the truth?
Even if she were to turn against him like she did in her previous life, he would not allow her to be bullied by Xuan Qianning.
Xuan Qianning was so frightened that her body went limp, and she begged for mercy repeatedly, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I only did such a ridiculous thing because I love you too much."
"From now on, if I find out that you've gone to cause trouble for her again, don't blame me for not showing any mercy."
"Your Majesty, how can you treat me like this? Qianqian has no feelings for you at all, why can't you see that?"
The thing Xuan Qianning feared most has finally happened.
She had been competing with Xuan Fengqian for thousands of years, and she was unwilling to lose to Xuan Fengqian in anything.
But this time, she really lost badly.
Leng Ye replied, "That's a question I'd like to ask you too. Why can't you see that I've never liked you?"
"Your Majesty, are you perhaps drunk? Have you forgotten that I once saved your life?"
Xuan Qianning appeared particularly terrified. She hastily wiped away the tears on her face and hurriedly picked up the outer robe she had thrown on the ground, fearing that if she said another word, Leng Ye would disregard their past relationship and divorce her with a letter of divorce.
She simply couldn't imagine what she would do after being banished from the Netherworld.
If I were to return to the Immortal Realm, I would inevitably be subjected to ridicule and sarcasm from those gossipy fairy maidens.
In this way, she will never be able to hold her head high in her lifetime, let alone surpass Xuan Fengqian in every way.
Leng Ye glanced at Xuan Qianning's disheveled figure as she fled in panic, and a self-deprecating smile curled his lips.
It seems that Xuan Fengqian's level of disgust for him is no less than his current aversion to Xuan Qianning.
"Your Majesty, may I come in?"
Zhimo stood outside the Soul Devouring Hall, timidly peeking in with most of her head inside, and cautiously asked.
Leng Ye slightly raised his eyes, thought for a while, and then remembered this person.
"Zhimo?"
"Mm." Zhi Mo nodded heavily, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face because Leng Ye remembered her name.
"What's up?"
"This humble servant wishes to relieve Your Majesty's worries and troubles."
Leng Ye scoffed, dismissing her words with disdain. "You? Impossible. You're not even as effective as the strong liquor in my hand."
"At least, I understand women better than you do."
Zhi Mo gently stroked her already showing belly, hoping that the child inside would give her the courage to move forward.
She came here simply to help Leng Ye relieve his worries.
Despite a lingering fear, she couldn't bear to watch the only man in her life, dejected and drinking alone in the palace.
After a while, seeing that Leng Ye did not answer, she boldly stepped into the Soul Devouring Palace and knelt properly in front of him. "I heard from the demones in the Purple Nether Palace that you seem to really like the Enviable Heavenly Princess in the Nine Heavens."
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