Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Beyond the palace, Piao Piao’s little exquisite oval face was left stunned for a while when she saw Lian Jiuhua hand her the royal decree. Then, she glared at Lian Jiuhua resentfully.

“Are you sick? Why did you ask to marry me without a word? Did I even agree to it?”

Lian Jiuhua smiled shamelessly. “Piao Piao, this is a royal decree from the emperor. It’s got nothing to do with me! I also have no say in marrying you, and rejecting a royal decree will result in beheading!”

With that said, Lian Jiuhua rubbed his own neck.

In Lian Jiuhua’s heart, he said, ‘Sorry Piao Piao, I lied to you but I’ll tell you in the future.‘

All of a sudden, Piao Piao was so scared that she hugged her arms tightly.

Lian Jiuhua smiled brightly at Piao Piao. “Piao Piao, actually I’m a pretty good person. I’ll take good care of you in the future.”

Piao Piao’s eyes shifted left and right over Lian Jiuhua for a while, feeling speechless. Besides power and wealth, what else do you have?”

Lian Jiuhua blinked, then clutched onto the affections in his heart and said, “I also have a heart that loves you!”

Piao Piao’s face instantly turned red.

“Who knows if you’re telling the truth or not?” She said awkwardly.

Lian Jiuhua immediately hugged Piao Piao and smiled sweetly. “I’ll use actions to prove it to you.”

Piao Piao looked at the big face before her eyes and flushed even redder in the face.

“Mmm mmm…” Lian Jiuhua hung his head and softly kissed Piao Piao’s tender little lips.

In the end, the two embraced each other.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of Lian Jiuhua and Piao Piao’s wedding.

Han Moze wore a black garment with golden floral embroidery. Half of his hair was combed up into a topknot and adorned in a black crown with golden stitching. The hair leftover cascaded naturally and two locks of hair fell by each side of his bands. His eyes were deeply handsome and his thin lips were enticing. He had the mannerism of a god but also carried a ruthless, tyrannical charm!

Liu Rushuang was exquisite in layers of pale yellow garments and her hair tied up into a tall bun with golden hairpins. Although she looked average, her charm was enough to leave everyone in awe.

The two were followed by dozens of palace maids and bodyguards, as they sat in a luxurious gold carriage to Lian Jiuhua’s mansion.

Lian Mansion was full of life. Everyone kneeled before Han Moze and Liu Rushuang.

Lian Jiuhua had already stepped outside to welcome Piao Piao.

Han Moze and Liu Rushuang were escorted to the higher seating area.

Lian Jiuhua’s father Lian Ziyu was already fifty or so years old with several locks of white hair. He wore dark purple garments and had rather bold facial features. The man had three sons and two daughters with Bai Zhitao.

Although Bai Zhitao looked over forty years old, she still looked very attractive, charming, and prolific.

Lian Ziyu led Bai Zhitao and their four children to kowtow. “Hail the Emperor and Empress!”

Han Moze reached his hand out and helped Lian Ziyu and Bai Zhitao up. “Adoptive father and mother, you need not be overcourteous,” he said kindly.

Lian Ziyu led his wife and children to all stand.

Liu Rushuang heard about Lian Ziyu and Bai Zhitao from Han Moze beforehand, and learned that Lian Ziyu used to be the head of the shadow guards. He was Han Moze’s adoptive father and also a teacher he highly respected.

“Greetings adoptive father and mother,” Liu Rushuang politely kowtowed and paid her respects.

Bai Zhitao saw the extraordinarily beautiful Liu Rushuang and smiled brightly. She hurried helped Liu Rushuang up and sweetly said, “Your Majesty the Empress, please quickly rise.”

The empress wasn’t the least bit cold-blooded and ruthless like the rumors had said!

Lian Ziyu’s daughter of about two to three years old walked up to Liu Rushuang and softly said, “Big sister, you look really pretty!”

Liu Rushuang smiled radiantly, then crouched down and picked up Lian Hongyun. She stroked Lian Hongyun’s face and smiled. “You’re such a sweet-talker!”

Lian Hongyun giggled loudly and reached her hand out to stroke Liu Rushuang’s face.