Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Liu Rushuang blinked her eyes and subconsciously watched Han Moze’s well-trained movements with a gaping mouth.

Han Moze put both his hands down and started to laugh seductively and softly. “And what? Are you gushing over your husband?”

Liu Rushuang closed her mouth, then grabbed a bunch of hair which fell from the side of her face and beautifully adorned hair. “How easy! It’s no big deal that you can do this hairstyle!”

A smiling face formed immediately on Han Moze’s face, and looked at Liu Rushuang’s pouting face through the mirror. Would it kill him to fail at something?!

“Master, Madam, your food is ready,” reported the shadow guards outside the door.

The look on Han Moze’s face immediately turned serious and spoke with a deep and resounding voice, “Come in.”

“Yes, master.” Two shadow guards carried the dishes inside and down on the table, before they promptly bowed and left.

Han Moze hugged Liu Rushuang in his arms and carefully fed her rice. He watched Liu Rushuang’s face with a gentle smile throughout the meal.

Liu Rushuang felt even more sluggish and used Han Moze as a pillow for a whole day. She needed Han Moze to feed her to eat and comb her hair. Sometimes, she needed Han Moze to carry her to get places and Han Moze to stand up for her when she ran into enemies.

But they should be happy with this kind of lifestyle!

The look in Han Moze’s eyes was soft and loving as usual.

The two of them finished eating, then stepped out of the inn. The three clan masters saw Liu Rushuang had recovered and completely stopped worrying.

A hint of confusion washed over Lian Jiuhua’s handsome and carefree face. Then, he walked up to Han Moze and asked, “Your Majesty, why did you slap Beauty out of the carriage yesterday?”

Han Moze thought about Beauty and his face fell. “That woman was a demonic beast! From now on, you have to be more careful not to be charmed by her.”

Lian Jiuhua’s eyes widened in shock. “How could this be? That was clearly a woman…”

Disbelief also washed over the three clan master’s faces.

“All in all, you must all be careful. If you ever see that demon, report back to me immediately,” said Han Moze in a deep voice.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” they all replied.

Han Moze grinned and boarded the carriage with Liu Rushuang.

Lian Jiuhua looked at the spider on his shoulder. “Yesterday, didn’t you tell me that His Majesty got jealous because Her Majesty the Empress fell in love with Beauty, so he slapped Beauty away?”

“That’s really what happened. Her Majesty said that she wanted to be with Beauty and didn’t want His Majesty anymore. Then, His Majesty slapped Beauty!” said Le Zhengyu innocently with no ill-intent.

“Continue to make things up! It’s not like I’m going to trust you anymore!” scoffed Lian Jiuhua with raised brows.

“Fine, don’t believe me. Besides, someone’s bound to believe me. Isn’t that right, Big Brother Mei Ye?” grunted Le Zhengyu.

Mei Ye reached his hand out to stroke the spider’s head.

“I don’t believe what you said either. Our clan leader loves His Majesty to death and back. How could you say something like that?” Mei Ye chuckled, revealing his two little dimples.

“You two are two peas in a pod!” Le Zhengyu grunted again.

Mei Ye immediately put his hands on his hips. “Who are you calling two peas in a pod?!” He said angrily.

“Do you believe me when I say that I’m going to stomp you to death?” said Lian Jiuhua with a sinister smile, as he used his index finger and thumb to pinch Le Zhengyu.

Le Zhengyu fiercely swayed his eight hairy legs back and forth, as he pleaded. “Two big brothers, I was wrong! Please forgive me.”

Lin Ye watched them and lightly shook their head. “We should get going now. Quit messing around,” he said in a gentle voice.

Lian Jiuhua placed Le Zhengyu down on the front of the carriage, then turned around and got on his horse.

The others did the same.

Once again, the group set off.