It was two days later when Qi Zhuoyu realized he had made Feng Xuan angry.
He searched the entire palace and the Great Xin Dynasty, but couldn’t find a trace of Feng Xuan.
This little demon who had come from afar to seek food.
Suddenly disappeared from his life just like that.
The Great Xin Dynasty experienced the fastest and most terrifying palace coup. After the old emperor died, Qi Zhuoyu smoothly ascended to the throne, immediately followed by a mess of problems left by the previous dynasty waiting for him to deal with.
It wasn’t that Qi Zhuoyu was too busy with state affairs to look for Feng Xuan.
Even if he was a straight man, he wouldn’t be that much of a straight man.
Immortals and mortals were different.
Feng Xuan could disappear if he wanted to, and leave if he wanted to.
It was at this moment that Qi Zhuoyu suddenly realized.
There was indeed a gulf between him and Feng Xuan, the difference between human and demon.
If he wanted to leave, a mere mortal like himself couldn’t stop him at all.
So these past few days, Qi Zhuoyu’s mood had been extremely irritable.
Having just ascended the throne with unstable court officials, there were too many old ministers from the previous dynasty who didn’t submit to him. Qi Zhuoyu, in his irritation, simply had them all killed.
With thunderous methods, he carried out a great purge of the entire court.
According to a small eunuch, these past few days the blood in Xuanzheng Palace was being carried out bucket by bucket.
Those ministers who originally didn’t submit to Qi Zhuoyu were directly frightened to the point of collapsing on the ground.
There was a sense of déjà vu that they had just barely sent off one incompetent ruler, only to suddenly welcome a tyrant.
Just when Qi Zhuoyu was about to finish chopping off all his ministers in his frenzy.
Feng Xuan returned without warning, appearing in the courtyard of Chengming Palace, on the couch that Qi Zhuoyu had promised to prepare for him.
Qi Zhuoyu’s eyes instantly filled with bloodshot.
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When Feng Xuan woke up again, his wrists felt like they were trapped by something, causing a bit of pain when he moved.
He sat up, just about to check if he had accidentally injured himself, when he saw that his wrists were cuffed to the bedpost with a pair of handcuffs made of fine iron.
Feng Xuan stared at the handcuffs for a full ten seconds.
Then a question mark slowly appeared above his head.
Qi Zhuoyu’s voice came from the side, sounding extremely cold. “You’re awake.”
Feng Xuan was completely confused, tugging at the handcuffs. “Your Highness. Why have you locked me up?”
Oh no.
Had the big devil not forgotten that plot of the domineering stepson forcing himself on the pretty young stepmother?
The sudden imprisonment and forced love.
It caught Feng Xuan off guard.
He had taken a nap on the couch in Chengming Palace this afternoon, right?
How did he suddenly have the illusion that he had slept for ten years, and that feeling of having missed dozens of chapters of the plot came back again.
Qi Zhuoyu said coldly. “You disappeared for exactly seven days.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xuan paused.
Oh.
He remembered now.
It was because Siming had something to discuss with him, and it was related to the big devil’s Book of Fate, so he went back to the White Jade Capital for a moment to deal with it.
However, one day in heaven was equal to a year on earth. Although he had only gone back for a moment, seven full days had passed in the mortal realm.
But he still didn’t understand what this had to do with Qi Zhuoyu inexplicably going crazy and locking him up in bed?!
Qi Zhuoyu stared at him, suddenly speaking again. “What do you want?”
Feng Xuan was still pondering the previous question, and the big devil’s topic jumped so much that he couldn’t keep up.
Qi Zhuoyu lifted a strand of his long hair. “I have heard that demons love extravagance the most. Do you want high towers and palaces that can pluck stars and catch the moon? Or countless gold, silver, and jewels? Or perhaps more fiefs and territories? As long as you want it, I can give it all to you.”
This familiar series of grabbing and giving attitudes.
It was as if Feng Xuan saw the shadow of the previous big devil.
Feng Xuan came back to his senses and hurriedly said, “I don’t want any of these things you mentioned.”
No way. Even after coming to the mortal realm, how could he still not shake off this setting of being a demonic consort who bewitches the emperor?!
Qi Zhuoyu’s face darkened. “Why? Is it still not enough?”
Huh?
You call this not enough.
This is already too much, okay.
Feng Xuan was a bit confused, not understanding why he suddenly started offering this and that again.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Xuan spoke, “Well. Haven’t you already let me stay in Chengming Palace? I think it’s quite nice here, with a courtyard, and I can even take afternoon naps.”
The key was that it was useless for the big devil to give him so many things.
Eventually, the two of them would have to return to the Demon Realm or the White Jade Capital. Weren’t Yingxu Palace and Qifeng Palace enough for them to live in?
After he finished speaking.
Qi Zhuoyu fell silent instead.
The silence carried a hint of helplessness.
In this silence, Feng Xuan seemed to realize something.
The big devil’s behavior was particularly like he was afraid Feng Xuan would run away, so he was trying to keep him with all sorts of things.
He tentatively spoke. “You didn’t think that when I left you for these past few days, I was planning to disappear for good, did you?”
Qi Zhuoyu gave him a look that said “what else?”
Oh my.
It really was that.
Feng Xuan was a bit stunned.
After all, in the past, the one who would leave without a word, waving goodbye without taking a bit of cloud, was always Qi Zhuoyu. He would go wherever he wanted, cause trouble whenever he wanted, and never told Feng Xuan.
Although Feng Xuan didn’t want to care or ask each time, looking at the empty palace still gave him a sense of helplessness.
He never thought that one day, these roles and positions would be reversed.
The person anxiously waiting for him to appear would become Qi Zhuoyu.
Suddenly, a surge of bitterness welled up in his heart.
Moreover, Qi Zhuoyu looked like he had truly been searching frantically.
The bloodshot in his eyes and the dark circles under them were particularly noticeable.
He had just ascended the throne, and one could imagine how many messes in the court were waiting for him to clean up.
The previous emperor was a completely irresponsible trash emperor, probably leaving countless years’ worth of unreviewed memorials waiting for Qi Zhuoyu.
In the past, when he was the Demon Venerable, he could be hands-off.
Now as a mortal, with a mortal body, working day and night, he still had to find time to search everywhere for traces of Feng Xuan. He hadn’t looked carefully earlier, but now upon closer inspection, Qi Zhuoyu looked as if he hadn’t slept for days, appearing as though he might shatter at any moment.
As Feng Xuan looked at him, he began to feel guilty.
And inexplicably, a sense of uneasiness.
“I didn’t plan to disappear, I went to handle an important matter,” he explained to Qi Zhuoyu.
Then he looked up and saw in Qi Zhuoyu’s eyes a clear message saying, “What urgent business could a useless little demon like you possibly have to resolve?”
Feng Xuan: ? Don’t make him feel the urge to punch someone while he’s still feeling guilty.
He continued, “Besides, I don’t think you can blame me.”
Qi Zhuoyu grunted ambiguously. “Why not?”
“Well,” Feng Xuan turned the tables, “You used to be like this too.”
He used to?
Qi Zhuoyu once again heard about the past, and couldn’t help but pay attention.
Feng Xuan’s sudden disappearance this time made this arrogant emperor realize.
This little demon was far more important in his heart than he had imagined.
Feng Xuan said very righteously, “You used to always leave me behind like this, and then go off to cause trouble by yourself. Never saying where you were going or what you were doing.”
And then after all that trouble, you even got yourself killed.
Now you’ve even made me a young widow in the White Jade Capital!!
Feng Xuan was only daring to speak so boldly because Qi Zhuoyu had lost his memories and couldn’t remember.
If it were that big devil here, he wouldn’t dare to be so calculating, after all, he couldn’t win in a fight anyway.
Feng Xuan’s arrogance only lasted for a moment before quieting down under Qi Zhuoyu’s gaze. “Anyway, you can’t blame me this time, at most we can call it even.”
Actually, it wasn’t even, Feng Xuan was still a bit angry inside about being called a chicken demon.
But even when acting up, he knew his limits, knowing when to act up and to what degree to avoid being disliked.jpg
After saying this, Feng Xuan didn’t expect to get any response.
