After The Simp Sealed His Heart With Cement, The Demon Lord Immediately Fell In Love! - Chapter 1

It is well known that there is no emperor in the cultivation world, only sects. Yet, one hundred years ago, Wen Muli, who had suffered the total destruction of his clan, defied the heavens and changed his destiny. With his own strength, he unified the entire cultivation world and declared himself king, earning the reverence and submission of the world as the Emperor of Mankind.

Emperor Wen Muli is beloved by his people. He is not cruel or unjust; rather, he is diligent, benevolent, and disciplined. Under his rule, humanity has risen from the weakest of the three races to the strongest. Though the Demon and Monster clans have repeatedly invaded, humanity has remained undefeated in every battle under his leadership.

Of course, the celebrated Wen Muli is not without his flaws. His greatest controversy in this life is his disregard for societal norms and rites: he married a man and named him his Empress. This appointment was a testament to his deep love and high regard for this person. Yet, a century has passed, and the world has never seen the face of this male Empress at any major ceremony. Who he is, what his name is, and what he looks like remain unknown. Rumor has it that the Emperor dotes on him immensely, building him a luxurious palace called the Heart Sealing Palace, despite his own reputation for frugality.

Everyone is envious and jealous. Little do they know, this so-called Heart Sealing Palace is nothing more than a lavish cage, an extravagant prison meant to ruin Su Mo’s life.

In the hundred years since he became Emperor, Wen Muli has visited the Heart Sealing Palace only a handful of times. This title of Empress is the cruelest revenge Wen Muli has ever inflicted upon Su Mo.

Fengdu.

As the horn signifying the monarch’s return to the capital sounded, every citizen immediately stopped what they were doing and knelt toward the east. Before long, a massive, magnificent army appeared in the sky.

At the head of the procession was a man in white armor, riding a beautiful and majestic Qilin-like beast. In his arms, he held a youth dressed in white, with a frail build and an incredibly delicate, charming face.

“Long live the Emperor, long live, long live!”

Amidst the chorus of worship, the procession gradually moved away. It was not until the Emperor’s retinue was out of sight that the crowd erupted into hushed exclamations.

“Did you see? The person in the Emperor’s arms!”

“He is a full-grown person; how could we miss him? What a handsome young master.”

“I have a premonition that good news will soon come from the palace.”

“Tsk tsk, he first married a male Empress, and now he brings another man back. Beauty is a dangerous thing, beauty is a dangerous thing indeed.”

“They say that three women make a drama; I wonder how much chaos these two men will stir up!”

In the blink of an eye, it has been a month since Wen Muli returned in triumph. Throughout this month, rumors about the identity of the Emperor’s new favorite have spread like wildfire. With the victory of the great war, both inside and outside the palace, the city is decked in lanterns and festive colors—except for one place, which remains as silent and desolate as ever: the Heart Sealing Palace.

The Heart Sealing Palace is located at the highest point of the palace complex, surrounded by year-round snow. It is built from the most specialized Ice Heart Stone. Anyone who approaches feels a bone piercing chill, and without a certain level of cultivation, the body simply cannot endure it. This massive palace is devoid of guards, let alone attendants or servants; it is, in the truest sense, a cold palace.

Amidst the vast expanse of snow, a tall, sturdy man wearing simple, short-sleeved garments sits in a pavilion, blankly watching the frozen lake below. In his hand, he fondles a small scale. It resembles the scale of a snake or perhaps a fish; it is milky white, translucent, smooth, and round, with an excellent texture.

Tap, tap, tap.

Hurried footsteps approach. A young woman wearing a light green gauze skirt and a pure white fox fur cape runs over, panting.

“My Lady, My Lady.”

Su Mo stops his daydreaming and turns his head. Seeing the young woman, a faint smile touches the corners of his mouth.

“Slow down. Watch your step, you might slip.”

He quickly hides the scale near his heart and walks out of the pavilion to greet the girl.

“My Lady, why are you dressed like this again? If someone did not know better, they would think you were a farmhand working in the fields!” Seeing his unkempt appearance, Ye Lin frowns and begins to complain.

“I run hot, so I cannot wear long clothes. Besides, no one comes here, so it does not matter,” Su Mo chuckles, his tone carefree; he does not feel that his appearance is in any way inappropriate.

“You can dress like that on ordinary days, but not today. Come with me back to the bedchamber to change.” Seeing her urgency, Ye Lin grabs his hand without a second thought and prepares to lead him back.

“His Majesty has arrived.”

At that very moment, a sharp, piercing announcement echoes through the air. Their expressions change instantly. Before they can react, Wen Muli walks over, holding a petite man by the hand.

The last time Su Mo saw Wen Muli was ten years ago. Now, a decade later, the Emperor’s temperament is even more distinguished—aloof, noble, and intimidating. He shares no resemblance to the cheerful, gentle youth of Su Mo’s memories. Throughout the encounter, Wen Muli does not look at him once; instead, he keeps his full attention on the youth beside him.

Su Mo watches their intertwined fingers, his expression calm.

“Your Highness, it is so cold here.” The youth’s voice is delicate, filled with both attachment and complaint. His pouting red lips are mesmerizing.

“Be good, Chen’er. Bear with it. If you really cannot stand it, shall I send you back first?” Wen Muli’s voice is overflowing with guilt.

“No, I have been back in the capital for a month. I should have come to pay my respects to brother earlier.” The youth smiles softly, his expression gentle and pleasing.

From beginning to end, neither of them deigns to grant Su Mo even a glance. Only as they draw near does Wen Muli finally withdraw his gaze from the youth and sweep a cold, indifferent look over Su Mo.

“Greetings, Your Majesty.” Ye Lin trembles at the mere glance, dropping to her knees in panic.

“Chen’er is frail and cannot stand the cold. Let us talk inside.” Having spoken these cold words to Su Mo, Wen Muli scoops the youth into his arms and walks away without looking back.

The youth looks timidly at Su Mo, smiles shyly, and then immediately buries his face into Wen Muli’s chest.

“You little wretch, so eager to come here and show off!” Ye Lin grinds her teeth, cursing angrily under her breath.

“Linlin!” Su Mo turns, looking at her with a solemn expression, shaking his head to signal her to be quiet before she invites disaster.

Ye Lin is aggrieved, her eyes turning red as she stomps her foot. She bites her lip and lowers her head, saying nothing more.

“Go prepare tea and refreshments, and fetch my brocade cloak trimmed with fur. That youth looks frail; I fear he will not be able to withstand this freezing weather,” Su Mo sighs.

Though unwilling, Ye Lin knows her master is always kindhearted. She glares at him in frustration before heading off to prepare the items.

Once everyone has left, Su Mo takes a slow, deep breath, his hand instinctively reaching toward his heart. The scale hidden there seems to sense his touch, glowing slightly warm in response.

“The day has finally come. In a little while, I should be able to leave this world entirely,” Su Mo murmurs, a look of relief revealing itself on his face.

If anyone else heard this, they would be utterly shocked. The world does not know that this Su Mo is not the original owner of the body, but rather a lonely soul that has transmigrated here from another world.