After Marrying the Disabled Demon Lord as a Substitute, I Ran Away with His Child - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

This was a night destined to be etched into the epic chronicles of the cultivation world.

As the Left Protector of the Xuanyun Sect put it: “To think our Venerable One has been lying in bed for a hundred years without moving, who knew he’d be so formidable on his wedding night?”

Zuo Siqiu, the woman responsible for making the Demon Lord “formidable,” groggily opened her eyes. Her head felt heavy and ached with a dull throb.

A faint scent of incense lingered in the air—a light, cold fragrance that was quite pleasant. The bed beneath her was neither too soft nor too hard, perfect for catching some extra sleep after a hangover.

Beside her was a “human-shaped pillow” radiating warmth. Zuo Siqiu instinctively lifted her leg and draped it over the pillow’s leg…

Wait. Since when did she have such a peaceful life? Last night was supposed to be a deathtrap—was that a dream or reality?

Before she could piece it together, her half-opened eyes caught a glimpse of a silhouette. Before she could process what was happening, a massive force kicked her squarely off the bed. She slammed hard onto the floor, her lower back catching the sharp corner of a table.

The pain in her back and backside made her grimace, and she couldn’t help but let out a sharp cry of pain.

Immediately, a young girl’s worried voice came from outside the door. “Oh my! What’s going on? Don’t tell me you’re going for another round so early in the morning?”

Memory came rushing back like a flood.

Last night, Zuo Siqiu had only been tipsy, but being a fresh transmigrator, her brain had been overwhelmed by the data download. After completing her “performance,” she had crashed. She had no idea how she’d ended up on the bed.

Now, she was wide awake. The world around her came into sharp focus.

She had indeed transmigrated into a book.

She was in a bridal chamber with red curtains swaying gently. A man lay on the bed. From her angle, she couldn’t see his face, but the frigid aura radiating from him made her tremble. Her “danger” meter was maxed out.

The girl’s voice called out again from behind the door: “Madam Sect Leader, are you up?”

Zuo Siqiu pushed herself up, clutching her aching waist. She had one final, crucial hurdle to clear: she had to let the Demon Sect members “inspect” the results of the wedding night. If she passed inspection—and ensured the world didn’t hear rumors about the “impotent waste of a Sect Leader”—she might just live.

Zuo Siqiu walked over and opened the door, forcing a bashful smile. “I’m up.”

Standing before her was a young girl about 1.5 meters tall. She looked sweet and adorable, perhaps only fifteen or sixteen. However, Zuo Siqiu instinctively shuddered. Based on her appearance, this had to be the Left Protector of the Demon Sect, Yan Jiaojiao—a girl who looked like a soft “moe” character but was actually a bloodthirsty female demon.

Yan Jiaojiao’s eyes widened as she stared at Zuo Siqiu. “Why are you still wearing yesterday’s wedding robes?”

Zuo Siqiu: “…”

Crap! I missed a detail!

Panicking, she tried to explain, but the slight movement pulled at her injured waist. She hissed in pain, clutching her side as her elegant brows furrowed.

Yan Jiaojiao rushed forward to support her. “Oh dear, your waist is still hurting? Why did you come to open the door yourself? Sit, sit!”

“And these clothes haven’t been changed… just call a few maidservants to wait on you! You worked so hard last night; you must rest well today, Madam Sect Leader!”

Zuo Siqiu was ushered to a seat. She watched as Yan Jiaojiao skipped to the door and shouted with “adorable” fury, “Where are the servants? Where are the Madam’s clothes? Have you no eyes? Get in here and help the Madam wash and dress, now!”

Zuo Siqiu let out a long breath. Is that… a pass?

Since they were sending maids to dress her, they probably weren’t planning to chop her head off just yet.

The maidservants must have been standing by; they entered in a single file, bringing not just a change of clothes, but a refined “Dharma Robe” made of magical materials. Even the jewelry placed on the vanity were magical artifacts.

Yan Jiaojiao was incredibly lively, her mouth never stopping. “Don’t be a stranger, Madam. Now that you’ve joined our Xuanyun Sect, just call for whatever you need. If they don’t listen, tell me directly.”

A moment later, an old woman entered. After nodding to Yan Jiaojiao, she went to the bed and helped the Sect Leader into a wheelchair.

Zuo Siqiu stole another glance at the man. This morning he had been in red; now he was draped entirely in deep, somber black.

This was her first clear look at his face.

The man was pale—extremely so—to the point of being translucent and bloodless. The space between his brows was narrow, and a sense of ruthless cruelty seeped from his deep, dark eyes. His nose was straight and high, and his pale lips were pressed into a thin line of displeasure and killing intent.

As she met his eyes, Zuo Siqiu’s breath hitched. She immediately looked down at the floor.

The way he looked at her… it was as if he wanted to impale her.

He doesn’t like me, she thought. Then again, I spent all night moaning in his ear. It’d be weird if he did.

However, the old woman who had been as terrifying as Nanny Rong last night now looked much kinder. “Madam, I am Granny Gu. I’ve looked after the Sect Leader for a long time; you may call me the same. Since you are now Dao companions, you are one of us. In the future, you must spend plenty of time with him.”

Zuo Siqiu didn’t dare look at the Demon Lord who had nearly strangled her last night. She simply nodded at the old woman.

She felt a sense of relief; the attitude of these two proved her “performance” had worked.

But then, she froze.

A bigger problem loomed: the “Substitute Marriage.” If the Demon Sect found out she wasn’t the intended bride, would they kill her? In the original book, the sect was furious at the Bixia Sect for the deception.

Before she could think of a plan, a disciple rushed in to report: “Left Protector! Venerable One! The Eldest Disciple of the Bixia Sect has arrived at the mountain base! He demands we hand over the Madam, or he will storm the gates!”

Zuo Siqiu gasped.

This was it—the opening plot of the book where the Male Lead and the Demon Lord first clash! In the original story, the Male Lead believed the bride was the Female Lead. He couldn’t bear to let his junior sister be married to a “crippled, impotent demon,” so he led a raid. When he eventually found Zuo Siqiu’s corpse, he realized it wasn’t his sister, felt relieved, and left.

Zuo Siqiu didn’t care about the future; she cared about the now. If the Male Lead saw her, the secret would be out! These Demon Sect people were hypocritical and had extreme double standards—they loved deceiving others but hated being deceived.

If they found out she was a replacement… even if they thought she had slept with the Demon Lord, they might still kill her.

This transmigration is a ‘God wants me dead’ script!

No, she had to take the initiative. She had to explain the substitute marriage herself to build an image of “honesty” before they found out.

Zuo Siqiu took a step forward, panicking. “Actually, I have something to tell everyone. I…”

The Demon Lord cut her off. “Yan Jiaojiao, take some men and see what’s happening.”

Yan Jiaojiao barked back, “Trying to snatch a bride from the Venerable One? I’ll show them what the Xuanyun Sect is made of!”

Zuo Siqiu scrambled forward, trying to grab Yan Jiaojiao’s sleeve. “No, wait! I’m actually not—”

Pity the poor transmigrator. She had never worn such a complicated long skirt before. As she stepped forward, she tripped over her hem and lunged forward, face-planting right onto the Demon Lord’s lap.

The room went silent. Even Yan Jiaojiao stopped in her tracks.

Ignoring the awkwardness, Zuo Siqiu used one hand to brace herself on the Demon Lord’s thigh while the other reached for Yan Jiaojiao’s skirt.

The Demon Lord shot a look at Yan Jiaojiao. “Are you still here? Go deal with it.”

Yan Jiaojiao looked at the incredibly intimate position of the couple with burning curiosity, but being denied the chance to watch the drama made her irritable. She decided she was going to hack the person at the mountain gates to death for interrupting!

After Yan Jiaojiao left, Zuo Siqiu turned her gaze to Granny Gu. If she couldn’t tell the protector, telling the nanny might be a backup plan.

But just as her eyes landed on Granny Gu, the Demon Lord dismissed her too. “Granny Gu, you go check as well.”

Normally, such tasks wouldn’t fall to her, but Granny Gu knew the Demon Lord wanted her out of the way, so she left without a word.

Zuo Siqiu was fuming. What is the meaning of this? He’s getting rid of everyone just so I can’t come clean about the substitute marriage!

She looked up at him in anger, only to meet his dark, amused eyes.

The Demon Lord’s gaze flickered between her face and her hands. Zuo Siqiu followed his gaze and realized she was gripping his thighs with both hands, her upper body pressed against his legs. The posture was extremely suggestive.

She jolted, immediately standing up and backing away.

Once she was steady, her heart burned with indignation. She glared at him with watery eyes. “You did that on purpose.”

The Demon Lord remained composed. “Naturally.”

Zuo Siqiu felt like vomiting blood. Her fists were clenched at her sides.

To hell with it. Even if the others couldn’t hear, she had to explain it to the Demon Lord himself. Treat a dead horse like a live one.

“Your Excellency must have known since last night that I am not your intended Dao companion. The one supposed to marry you was the Sect Leader’s daughter.”

“But I was framed! I remember I was just refining pills yesterday—”

The Demon Lord interrupted her again. “This Seat has zero interest in the petty affairs of your Bixia Sect.”

“Push me to the mountain gates. I want to see the battle.”

Zuo Siqiu hated being a puppet of fate. But the Demon Lord seemed to read her mind. The moment a hint of rebellion surfaced, a crushing wave of pressure hit her.

Muttering curses in her head, she walked behind the wheelchair to push him. She gave it a hard shove. The wheelchair didn’t budge. She tried again with more force. Nothing.

Even when she tapped into the original body’s memories to circulate spiritual energy and used every ounce of her strength, the wheelchair seemed welded to the floor.

Just as she was about to give up and throw a tantrum, the wheelchair moved on its own.

The Demon Lord’s cold voice carried a hint of mockery. “Let’s go.”

Zuo Siqiu: [Internal screaming / Censor-bar profanity]