After Marrying the Disabled Demon Lord as a Substitute, I Ran Away with His Child - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Wedding Night Performance

Zuo Siqiu sat with a red bridal veil draped over her head. Looking down, she could only see the tips of her red satin shoes, embroidered with pearls, and the hem of her crimson silk dress.

Her head felt heavy and dizzy. She vaguely remembered that just moments ago, she had finished the wedding ceremony… by bowing to a chicken.

Beside her ear came the voice of an old woman. “Little lady, you have completed the ceremony with our Venerable One. You are now the Sect Leader’s Wife of our Xuanyun Sect. I shall now lift the veil on behalf of our Sect Leader.”

An exquisitely carved brass rod lifted the red veil, and a cup of wine was thrust toward Zuo Siqiu.

She looked up at the cold-faced old woman. Still feeling woozy, she instinctively whispered, “I… I don’t know how to drink.”

The moment she spoke, the old woman’s expression darkened, her eyes flashing with murderous intent. Zuo Siqiu was instantly reminded of Nanny Rong—the terrifying villain from her childhood memories. Flinching, she stammered, “I-it’s not like I can’t drink a little.”

The old woman handed her the cup and said coldly, “On the wedding night, the Hehuan (Union) wine must be drunk.”

Zuo Siqiu took the cup with her delicate fingers. The wine smelled fragrant, but it tasted like liquid fire, as if blades were sliding down her throat and into her stomach. Her beautiful face wrinkled in discomfort.

Besides, what kind of “Union” wine was this if she was drinking alone? Didn’t the groom have to drink too?

However, Zuo Siqiu didn’t dare to act up because she wasn’t a “local”!

Although her mind was still a bit foggy from just transmigrating, she knew she was inside a novel. She was merely a cannon-fodder side character who had been sent to marry the villain in place of the female lead. According to the original plot, tomorrow morning would be the time of her death.

Zuo Siqiu drank the wine with tears in her eyes, feeling her head spin even more. It seemed the original owner of this body was also a lightweight.

This was a Xianxia novel. Her existence was meant to spark conflict between the disabled Demon Lord and the male protagonist. Of course, the root of their hatred wasn’t actually her—it was the female lead. After this wedding, the male lead would realize the Demon Lord coveted the female lead and would view him as a mortal enemy.

Zuo Siqiu couldn’t worry about all that now. Her only goal was to save her own skin.

She recalled the plot: the one who was supposed to marry the Demon Lord was the female lead, so the whole world was watching this wedding. But the Demon Lord was actually disabled, and on the wedding night, he had zero contact with the substitute bride.

Some busybodies then spread rumors everywhere: “The Demon Lord is impotent! He can’t even handle a woman. The Xuanyun Sect is truly finished!”

Whether the sect was finished didn’t matter, but the people of the Demon Sect could not tolerate the entire cultivation world knowing their leader was “incapable.” Consequently, the next morning, they not only hunted down the rumor-mongers but also “kicked the bucket” for the original body to vent their rage.

The male lead, believing the one who died was the female lead, rushed over, sparking their first major conflict.

Of course, that was all in the future. Right now, the priority was to solve the problem at the root: She could not let those busybodies spread rumors that the Demon Sect Leader was sexually dysfunctional!

After finishing the wine, Zuo Siqiu handed the cup back to the old woman.

The old woman nodded. “Mhm. Next, spend the wedding night with the Venerable One. I will come to assist you in the morning.”

Zuo Siqiu glanced at the figure lying behind the bright red bed curtains and nodded obediently. “Okay.”

The old woman was a bit uneasy, but looking at Zuo Siqiu’s low cultivation level, she figured the girl couldn’t do much and left immediately.

The room fell silent the moment the door closed.

The red candles flickered, casting an ambiguous and romantic glow against the red curtains. Zuo Siqiu fidgeted with her hands, her eyes darting around as she stole several glances at the bed.

She couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, but his aura was incredibly powerful.

Just as she was hesitating, a massive wave of pressure slammed into her, like a storm of wind and thunder, instantly stifling her breath.

The person on the bed remained motionless, yet Zuo Siqiu felt a crushing sensation around her neck, as if she were being strangled. Between the wine and the lack of oxygen, her head throbbed. The pain actually cleared her mind.

She let out a soft cry of pain, and a bloodthirsty, cold male voice rang out in her mind: “Who are you? Why are you the one marrying this Seat?”

He saw through her! He knew she wasn’t the female lead!

Zuo Siqiu panicked. She had been worried about surviving tomorrow morning, but now she had to worry about being slapped to death right now for being a substitute bride.

At this moment, the person she should thank most was that old woman who forced her to drink. Without that liquid courage, she never would have been bold enough to say what she said next.

Dizzy and drunk, Zuo Siqiu—who wasn’t exactly a genius to begin with—managed to keep two goals in her head under extreme pressure. Looking back later, she would even admire herself for it.

She said: “I don’t know why I was put in the sedan chair either. I am a victim too. Your Excellency can investigate that tomorrow.”

“Right now, there is something more important… we need to consummate the marriage!”

The Demon Lord was, after all, disabled.

Even his mental voice seemed to carry a hint of bloodthirsty interest: “You say you want to consummate the marriage with this Seat?”

Zuo Siqiu’s brain started spinning. Wait, how do I do that? Do I have to sit on him and move myself? But if he was paralyzed in bed, could he even… do the deed? If he could, then he wasn’t fully paralyzed, right? What exactly was the author’s setting for this guy?

Besides, she couldn’t actually do it. She had never considered having such a casual relationship with a man. Even for the sake of survival, she couldn’t cross that psychological hurdle!

Her breathing became more difficult, as if a long, powerful hand were tightening around her slender neck. But she didn’t dare beg for mercy. Begging a Great Demon King was a death sentence.

What to do?

In the original book, the Demon Sect killed the bride because of the rumors of his impotence.

So, she just had to make everyone believe that something did happen tonight—and that the Demon Lord was incredibly vigorous! If the world thought that even while bedridden, the Demon Lord could make a woman surrender to him in passion, her life would be saved!

She just needed to fake it.

Zuo Siqiu blurted out: “I want to ‘consummate’ with you! I want the whole world to know we did it tonight!”

She heard the man’s voice ripple with a laugh, though it was laced with killing intent. “You actually desire to consummate with this Seat?”

“N-not a real one!” Zuo Siqiu didn’t know what his killing intent meant, but she knew she had to explain. “I… I’ll make the noises myself! I have no intention of taking advantage of you!”

“Many people are watching this wedding tonight. Many are your enemies. If they know nothing happened, they will definitely make up stories about you.”

She babbled a long explanation until the Demon Lord caught the key point: “You’ll make the noises yourself?”

Zuo Siqiu’s cheeks turned bright red—either from the lack of air or the sheer shame of what she was about to do.

“Although my practical experience is zero, my theoretical knowledge is vast! I will definitely satisfy Your Excellency!”

The invisible grip on her neck finally vanished.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at the blurred figure on the bed. Did I pass the first test?

Zuo Siqiu clenched her fist mentally. Keep going!

She shook her dizzy head, making her golden hairpins jingle. It was hard to start. She had no experience, a man was right there, and according to the book, plenty of people in the sect were currently eavesdropping.

But this was her only path.

She took a deep breath, and a youthful, soft moan escaped her throat. The sound was sweet and suppressed, truly enough to make one’s imagination run wild.

Once that first step was taken, her psychological burden vanished.

Sweet, soft sounds began to drift intermittently from the Demon Lord’s room. Normally, no one would dare eavesdrop on his residence. But this was a cultivation world; as long as there was a disturbance and the Demon Lord didn’t block it, everyone could hear.

The members of the Demon Sect widened their eyes, looking at each other in shock.

Our Venerable One… I can still do it! And he seems to be very good at it!

Those with ill intentions were equally stunned.

After a while, the sounds faded. Not far from the cave-dwelling, the Left and Right Protectors let out a breath.

The Right Protector, a tall man, said with lingering fear, “I heard the eldest miss of the Bixia Sect was a refined lady. It seems our intel was wrong.”

The Left Protector, a cute young girl swinging her braids, remarked, “Yeah, she’s so wild.”

The Right Protector frowned. “Little girl, don’t talk like that.”

Half an hour later, the Right Protector said, “We can put away the magical eavesdropping tools now. The Venerable One is in poor health; half an hour is plenty.”

The moment the Left Protector tucked the tool away, a long, sweet cry echoed out, followed by a faint voice saying, “…too fast…”

The Right Protector, a grown man, blushed furiously and reopened the tool’s barrier.

The Left Protector’s mouth fell open. Her eyes said it all: The Venerable One is amazing!

Inside the room, Zuo Siqiu’s legs were aching. She was now squatting on the floor, propping up her heavy head, letting out a moan every now and then. She was exhausted, but it actually worked in her favor—it created a sense of “physical weakness from being unable to hold back.”

The man lying on the bed kept his eyes closed, yet the murderous aura between his brows remained. He looked peaceful, as if asleep, but if one looked closely, the tips of his ears were slightly tinged with red.