Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

“Young master Nangong, I am the most skilled woman at Guqing here at Four Oceans Teahouse,” said the woman in the white dress.

Nangong Ba let out a pink breath of air. After he noticed that woman in white’s eyes look entranced, he coldly asked, “Who are you?”

“I am the Sixth Young Miss of the assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites – Li Xiangling,” obediently answered the woman in white.

Liu Rushuang already knew that this woman wasn’t good at playing the Guqin, but she never figured that she was the Sixth Young Miss! It looks like there really were many women going after Nangong Ba! It’s better if she distances herself from attractive people.

Nangong Ba looked over at the sullen look on Liu Rushuang’s face, then coldly turned to Li Xiangling. “Get lost!” He exclaimed.

In a mesmerized state, Li Xiangling turned around and walked off.

Then, Nangong Ba sat beside Liu Rushuang and kindly asked, “Sweetheart, are you jealous?”

Liu Rushuang silently twitched her lips. Jealous?

“No,” she replied lifelessly.

Nangong Ba’s face turned glum. He verified that his sweetheart really didn’t like him. At the same time, he decided that he must think up a different way to get his sweetheart to fall for him.

…

In the imperial palace, Han Moze was reading in Dark Moon Palace.

Lian Jiuhua walked over to Han Moze’s side and laughed. “Your majesty, don’t you know that you’re holding your book upside down?”

Han Moze lowered his gaze and looked at the book to find that the words were the right way up. “How’s it upside down?” He asked with a chilling voice.

Lian Jiuhua shook his head and smiled. Who would have thought there would ever be a time when Han Moze missed another person…

Han Moze grunted, then put his book down. Recently, he has in fact been acting a little differently. His thoughts would unintentionally wander over to that woman.

“The Fifth Princess of Donghua arrived at the Capital today. It looks like there’ll be another woman in your majesty’s harem,” said Lian Jiuhua.

Han Moze smiled flatly and replied with determination, “I’ve decided to never appoint another imperial concubine.”

Lian Jiuhua’s eyes suddenly shot wide open. “Your majesty has opened my eyes to see the true meaning of devotion,” he sighed, then continued by saying, “I hear the Fifth Princess of Donghua looks like a celestial! Will your majesty really not marry her?”

“I won’t,” rejected Han Moze without hesitation.

Lian Jiuhua sighed several more times, and grew even more curious about what kind of woman would make Han Moze so unwaveringly devoted. “I also heard that the richest merchant of Beiming has also arrived. He brought his own cousin along. Will your majesty also not marry her?” He continued to ask.

“I won’t,” rejected Han Moze once again with determination.

Lian Jiuhua knew Han Moze was already deep in the web of love. If he was to ever meet that woman of his desires, he would definitely clutch tightly on to her and not let go.

“Have you found anything about the Minister Liu’s Third Young Miss?” Asked Han Moze in a dull voice.

“According to investigators, the clan leader of Blood Feast is a woman. Everyone else in the clan are men. Their clan leader is called ‘Red Dance Asura’ and her martial art skills are extremely powerful, as she can release a special kind of inner breath.”

A dark wave rushed in and filled Han Moze’s pupils.

So as it turns out, you’re the clan leader of Blood Feast! Minister Liu’s Third Young Miss!

No matter if you’re the clan leader of Blood Feast or a celestial, I want you to be mine!

…

Liu Rushuang stopped playing the Guqin after almost half an hour, then she got up and walked over to Nangong Ba. “Let’s head back,” she said coldly.

“Alright,” replied Nangong Ba with a gentle smile.

When Nangong Ba reached the ground floor, he nonchalantly ordered his own men, “Change the manager.”

Then, without waiting for a response, he walked out. It looked like Nangong Ba had secret subordinates who were always stationed to protect him.

When the manager of the Four Oceans Teahouse heard Nangong Ba’s simple and direct orders, his face instantly turned pale-white. If he had known this would happen, then he wouldn’t have accepted the Sixth Young Miss’ one thousand taels. Ah, he really regretted it!