Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Wuxin stood respectfully aside, wishing he could quickly run away, as he felt he was unnecessary.

Han Moze shot Wuxin a look, which made his body tense up, then flatly said, “You may leave. If there you get any news, quickly report back.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Wuxin clenched his hands, forced himself to calmly turn and walk off with a rattled look upon his stern face. The emperor was as sweet as can be with the empress, but when he had to face him, he didn’t conceal his ruthless nature in the slightest. Wuxin was truly afraid.

Han Moze watched as Wuxin walked out, then turned his head and looked at Liu Rushuang with extreme gentleness.

“Shuang’er, we’ll go after we get married,” he said with a smile and face filled with love and affection.

“Yes,” replied Liu Rushuang with a grin and nod.

Three days later, Han Moze, Liu Rushuang, Lian Jiuhua, Piao Piao, Han Moxi, and Qing’er rode a horse to explore the suburbs.

Qing’er wore a pink dress and her cute face no longer looked pure and cheerful, as she rode the horse with slightly furrowed brows. She glanced over at Liu Rushuang with a serious look on her face and asked, “Young Miss, I also want to go to White Cloud City with you.”

Liu Rushuang grinned. “Qing’er, drop it. I won’t take you. The journey is long, and Ze and my identities are special, so we’ll most likely get ambushed. When that time comes…”

“Young Miss, say no more. I won’t go,” interrupted Qing’er, as her face dropped.

Liu Rushuang reached her hand out to grab Qing’er’s little hand. “Wait until your leg’s better. I definitely won’t leave you behind again,” she said with a kind voice.

Qing’er forced a smile and nodded. She knew it was indeed not very convenient to go with the Young Miss in her current condition.

Liu Rushuang let out a discreet sigh. She always treated Qing’er like a little sister, because for the past six years, Qing’er was the only one who stayed by her side. Qing’er had already become someone who she couldn’t live without in life, so she felt horrible when she saw just how disappointed Qing’er was.

Han Moxi glanced over at the gloomy Qing’er with a caring and gentle look on his face, as he silently rode his horse beside Qing’er.

All of sudden, Qing’er looked up and smiled brightly at Liu Rushuang. “Young Miss, there’s a river up ahead with all different kinds of pretty little fish. Let’s go take a look.”

“Sure. Let’s go take a look,” Liu Rushuang nodded with a smile on her lips.

Lian Jiuhua glanced at Han Moze with the same smile and said, “Little brother, I’m not going.”

“You must go,” Han Moze grunted coldly.

Lian Jiuhua let out a discreet sigh, as his eyes lingered affectionately upon Piao Piao who rode in front of him.

Han Moze shot Lian Jiuhua a cold glance and slightly grinned. “Well you don’t have to go, but you’ll have to quit being a shadow guard.”

Lian Jiuhua couldn’t help but purse the corner of his lips. “Little brother, fine I’ll go.” Deep down inside, he cursed Han Moze for taking the law onto himself, for being evil from the core, and for being empathizing.

“It’s for your own good. Isn’t there a saying that goes ‘love grows fonder with distance’? Who’s to say that you and Piao Piao will get closer after a short break,” He said chillingly.

Lian Jiuhua secretly stuck his tongue out. He’s evil and yet he tried to find an excuse. Lian Jiuhua had always known his little brother was more shameless than he was. Having grown up together, he knew his nature full and well, and so he let out a soft grunt, then rode forward on his horse.

Han Moze stared at Lian Jiuhua’s back and smiled.

Then, Han Moze rode his horse to Han Moxi’s side and let out a faint smile. “I’ll leave matters at the Capital with you now, royal brother.”