Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Liu Rushuang s entire body felt numb. She had recently been playing along with that tyrant for everything and he would every now and again be cheesily romantic with her.

Liu Rushuang fiercely twitched the corner of her lips, the looked over at Han Moze. “Just what do you like about me?”

Han Moze stared into Liu Rushuang’s beautiful eyes and emotionlessly said, “All you have to know is that I like you.”

Liu Rushuang pursed her lips. What kind of answer was that? But for some reason, she felt a little happy for some reason.

The valley of the medicine king had low walls of peach blossoms which bloomed everywhere. Each flower was like beautiful smiles and with the sunlight beaming down on them, they looked even better.

Su Die walked alone along the wall of peach blossoms and picked one with her index finger and thumb. She seemed carefree but she had a really troubled look on her face.

Su Die was frustrated deep down inside after watching Han Moze and Liu Rushuang glued together all day long. She had wanted to marry Heize. When she was young, she used to always be with Heize for several months. At the time, she had really liked Heize and figured that she would never have the chance to see him ever again. However, having met this time, she realized that her heart raced really fast in front of Heize. In these past few days, she was certain that she really wanted to marry him.

The thought of Han Moze having a wife frustrated Su Die. She stopped in front of a beautiful peach blossom tree, and reached both her hands out. Then, she forcefully picked the peach blossoms as though when she finished picking them all off, she wouldn’t feel annoyed anymore.

All of a sudden, a beautiful man appeared on the path to the plum blossom forest. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in white, and half his hair was tied up with white silk. His complexion looked clear and bright like the moon. He was fair-skinned and seemed like an elegant person. His long and narrow eyes seemed to always be filled with a friendly smile. At a glance, one could tell that this person was an optimistic and open-minded person.

This man was Feng Yuebai, a disciple of the medicine king. Feng Yuebai noticed Su Die endlessly pick the plum blossoms and slightly shook his head, then walked over to her.

“Junior sister, what has got you so gloomy?” He asked with an affectionate voice.

Su Die pouted and answered in frustration, “Help me think of a plan to make Heize fall for me. I… I want to marry him.” With that said, Su Die’s face flushed.

Feng Yuebai couldn’t hold his warm smile any longer, as his face instantly turned ominous and emotionless.

“Heize already has a wife. Would you still like to marry him knowing this? Are you willing to be a concubine? What’s more, you don’t even know what kind of person he really is?!”

Su Die didn’t see the disappointment in Feng Yuebai’s eyes and slightly furrowed her brows tightly. She heard what he had to say and smiled firmly, “I realized that my heart raced really fast for Heize. I know I’ve fallen in love with Heize, so what if I have to be a concubine? Sister-in-law looks like she’s easy to get along with, so even if I marry him, I’m sure my days wouldn’t be too agonizing. As for big brother Heize’s background, I think it’s not important at all. You don’t care about these things when you love someone.”

Feng Yuebai heard everything Su Die had to say and his eyes got redder. He turned his back to Su Die and flatly asked, “What if Heize isn’t willing to marry you?”

Su Die reached her hands out to pick several peach blossoms, then crushed them with her fingers.

“He’ll definitely be willing to. I’ll ask Grandfather to help me. He can’t reject the proposal, considering Grandfather saved his life,” she said with confidence.

Feng Yuebai’s eyes turned an even darker red as he forced a warm tone of voice. “Since that’s the case, I wish your wishes come true for you soon. I have some business to attend to, so I’ll be heading off first.”

Su Die watched as Feng Yuebai showed no signs of stopping, then pouted and continued picking the peach blossoms. She thought about how she could get Han Moze to marry her.