Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

All of a sudden, everyone heard the sound of a galloping horse draw closer.

Clip… Clop…

They all turned their heads to find a single white horse trot over to them in a misty trail of dust and dirt.

Eventually, it stopped in front of Han Moze, then neighed with both his front hooves on the ground.

The white horse was well-fed and had well-combed, glossy hair. It looked unique and beautiful as could be.

Lian Jiuhua furrowed his brows when he saw the white horse, then checked it left, right, up, and down.

He remained silent for a moment, then said with a shocked look on his face, “Huh? Isn’t that my horse? How did it come back to life?”

Han Moze’s sword-like brows furrowed in confusion, then turned to look at the roof of the carriage for some reason. An immediate sense of astonishment came over him. Where’s Le Zhengyu? Could it be that…

He softly swept Concubine Hui a glance, then turned his gaze back to the heaving white horse.

The white horse suddenly raised its head. It held a very small, rounded jade in its mouth. The jade looked ordinary, but a little odd in color. One could say it was white, but there was also a faint hint of red.

Han Moze was suddenly stunned. His eyes slightly widened. Isn’t that the jade Shuang’er always carried?

Han Moze snapped out of his thoughts and swiftly reached his hand out to slowly place it beneath the horse’s mouth without a second thought.

The white horse placed the jade from his mouth into Han Moze’s hands. Then followed by saying, “Big brother, I found this piece of jade by the barren mountains. I recognized that it belonged to Big Sister Shuang’er and brought it back.”

Han Moze raised the jade to eye-level, then slightly smiled. His eyes seemed to be clouded by a light layer of fog and his gaze was fearfully gentle.

Just then, he clutched the precious jade tightly in his hands and rubbed it repeatedly.

His gaze rose again, and there no longer was any emotions in his deep and lonely eyes. He looked as peaceful and still as an ancient well.

However, people who were familiar with Han Moze knew that the calmer he looked, the more troubled he was on the inside.

Le Zhengyu looked at Han Moze and spoke with a pure and innocent voice. “Big Brother, that woman in the carriage isn’t Big Sister Shuang’er, because her spirit isn’t the same at all. Big Brother, you absolutely mustn’t kiss that woman or Big Sister Shuang’er would be seriously hurt.”

Besides Han Moze, After Le Zhengyu finished what he said, everyone’s eyes instantly shot wide open.

Didn’t the empress have amnesia? Unless… that wasn’t the empress to begin with?

Concubine Hui looked at the white horse dumbstruck, as a speechless sense of shock entered her heart.

Why did that white horse’s voice sound identical to that spider she had stomped to death?

Having sensed the gazes of everyone around her, Concubine Hui suddenly realized that it wasn’t the time to be asking those kinds of questions.

The current problem she faced was, how was she going to fight off the emperor’s suspicions about her?

Hmph! That annoying freak of a white horse! It raised everyone’s suspicions about her! A menacing look flashed across Concubine Hui’s eyes.

Han Moze glared at Concubine Hui with deeply intrusive eyes that seemingly bore floating crushed ice. “Tell me your real identity, and perhaps I can spare you from death!” He asked in an eerie voice.

The discomfort in Concubine Hui’s heart spread instantly and stiffened her body. It took some time for her to snap back to reality.

She slowly raised her head and gaze into Han Moze’s extraordinarily eerie, ice-cold eyes. All she could feel were goosebumps and a chill down her back.

She was left bewildered and her body gradually turned cold…

Judging by what his majesty said, he’s already convinced that she wasn’t the real empress?

Concubine Hui was so scared that she felt her heart in her throat.