The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 103

Chapter 103

As Tong Siqing’s father, Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen had watched over her throughout her growth, providing her with the very best of everything in the world.

Shi Zhihua, speaking impartially, admitted that Sheng Wen had fulfilled a father’s responsibility to the utmost. This person was meticulous and had never let his daughter suffer, making up for the regret of Tong Siqing having no mother.

Shi Zhihua had to admire him for this.

Although she, as the Demonic Venerable, had always found Sheng Wen disagreeable over the years, after unexpectedly becoming involved with Sheng Wen’s daughter, she began to understand the immortal’s actions and no longer found him so irritating.

“We should go visit your father one day when we have time,” Shi Zhihua suggested. “He’s in seclusion, isn’t he? We’ll go when he’s willing to show himself.”

Now that she remembered everything from the path of mortals, even if Shi Zhihua were more ungrateful, she couldn’t continue to oppose Sheng Wen. He was, after all, her elder.

At last, Shi Zhihua finally acknowledged his status as an elder from the bottom of her heart.

Sheng Wen was unwilling to take on the mess in the North Sea, so she would take it. She would consider it atonement for the past.

Shi Zhihua got up, just about to say something to Tong Siqing.

Tong Siqing, however, came forward to support her: “Does your waist still hurt?”

Shi Zhihua gently shook her head: “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Tong Siqing suddenly threw herself forward, hugging Shi Zhihua’s waist. She didn’t say a word, just embraced her silently, resting her head against her, her thoughts drifting to some unknown place.

Shi Zhihua didn’t speak either, allowing her to lean on her.

The rabbit rarely showed such outward emotion, especially this kind of vulnerability revealed after baring her heart and thinking everything through.

Shi Zhihua thought to herself, My rabbit wasn’t very clever to begin with. It’s good that her tiny heart can feel anything at all. Now that she remembers so many things, it’s inevitable that she can’t process it all and feels a bit forlorn.

Shi Zhihua lowered her head, her gaze gently fixed on the crown of the girl’s head, then reached out and smoothed her hair: “It’s alright. The past is already decided. All the regrets and memories must be let go. What we need to do is look forward.”

She was preaching great truths here. Tong Siqing seemed to be listening, burying her head deep and remaining silent.

After a while, Shi Zhihua felt that the girl had recovered sufficiently, so she patted her shoulder, signaling her to stand up.

Tong Siqing lifted her beautiful eyes, staring intently at her.

There had never been such a depth of emotion in the rabbit’s eyes before. Shi Zhihua’s heart trembled. She didn’t know what to feel. She could only gaze back, seeing the sincere affection in those eyes.

People who transform from small animals have this characteristic: their hearts are small, capable of holding only one specific person. Once they recognize that person, they become utterly devoted, as if that person is their whole world.

Shi Zhihua remembered the warning she received from some spirit when she was a black panther.

Do not let down any small animal with a narrow heart.

Small animals have short lifespans. They are single-minded. They cling to the one person they can give their heart to and will never change.

You must cherish her well.

At that time, Shi Zhihua, as a black panther, turned her sharp head back on a gentle slope. Her slender body formed a golden silhouette against the setting sun. With a flick of her long tail, she impatiently looked for the source of the voice.

But she didn’t find it.

The black panther yawned, her dark red eyes lowered. She cautiously scanned the area, then left with light, swift steps.

At that point, she was at the dawn of her existence. The black panther’s nature carried arrogance. She didn’t believe in fate and didn’t understand benevolence. Her mind was filled with the vast world and the future, and she didn’t take the words to heart.

It wasn’t until countless years later, after experiencing the myriad of human affairs, growing tired of being the Demonic Overlord, and encountering the person with whom she was destined to be bound, that the only piece of advice she could recall was that one sentence from the path of beasts.

Shi Zhihua couldn’t help but touch Tong Siqing’s eyes, her palm tickled by the girl’s long eyelashes.

That sensation was truly like a small animal, making one instinctively feel tenderness and pity.

Inception and dissolution of fate, destined individuals will always meet in the netherworld.

They cannot be avoided, bypassed, or stopped.

The extent to which Shi Zhihua once hated the idea of destiny is matched by her gratitude now.

If it weren’t for their destined connection, she feared she would never have found Tong Siqing again.

They would have mutually forgotten each other.

Or, like in the illusory realm, they would be mortal enemies, rivals who had never met, rather than leaning against each other and chatting as they were now.

Of course, she was also grateful to Sheng Wen.

If Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen hadn’t shown mercy and was willing to send Tong Siqing to the Demon Realm, they wouldn’t have been able to form a bond.

Shi Zhihua asked: “Siqing, what was your father’s attitude when you first came to the Abode of Indulgence to assassinate me?”

Tong Siqing pondered, tilting her head as she replied: “My father didn’t say anything.”

Shi Zhihua: “Your father was okay with you coming to the Demon Realm alone? That doesn’t sound like something he would do.”

Someone as calculating as Sheng Wen would certainly not allow his simple daughter to directly come to the Demon Realm to assassinate her.

Even the omniscient Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen couldn’t have predicted that she wouldn’t hurt Tong Siqing, could he?

Tong Siqing admitted: “At that time, I actually underwent a small change, and it was like I suddenly gained enlightenment and realized many things.”

Shi Zhihua was confused: “What?”

What happened now?

Shi Zhihua didn’t know, and Tong Siqing found it difficult to say.

Tong Siqing really wanted to reveal everything about her awakening of personal consciousness to Shi Zhihua, but she didn’t dare.

She was afraid.

This matter had always been her own secret, and she didn’t dare tell anyone.

Especially after remembering the events of the path of mortals just now, she felt even more insecure. After experiencing the illusory realm, the dimensional space, the path of mortals, the path of vegetation, and the path of beasts, the world felt more fake to her, like looking at flowers through a fog—beautiful, but dare not approach.

She was afraid that if she became complacent, all the beauty would vanish.

She was so afraid that all of this was false. What would happen to her Zhihua then…

After Tong Siqing awakened her personal consciousness back then, for some unknown reason, she didn’t dare to be too close to her father anymore. She always felt a vague sense of unease around him, and her heart couldn’t settle. Looking at her father’s eternally cold mask, she always wanted to keep her distance.

It wasn’t until she met Zhihua.

Only then did her heart find its home.

Because Zhihua was the villain in the story, intertwined with her, the other person who could prove her existence.

Every time she tightly hugged the other person, she could feel the other’s heartbeat. Their heartbeats gradually synchronized, as if they were one from the beginning of the story, never to be separated.

As their relationship deepened, Tong Siqing would often overthink things when she looked at Shi Zhihua.

She began to have the urge to be completely honest with her.

However, she also felt intimidated.

If Zhihua knew about this, she would definitely be very upset.

Imagine one day, your lover tells you the reason your life path has been so thorny is because you are the villain in the story, an existence that goes against the heavens. The grievances and frustrations you suffered were predetermined, and the person who snatched your destiny is standing right in front of you.

Zhihua hated betrayal the most.

When she discovered Ji Hui’s betrayal back then, she showed a very angry expression, but even that was controllable.

Tong Siqing thought, Zhihua was willing to forgive the little golden snake, likely because of the master-servant contract between herself and Ji Hui.

Zhihua loves me so much…

Tong Siqing felt guilty.

She became even more afraid to fully disclose everything to Zhihua.

She was afraid that Zhihua would despise her and also feel betrayed.

Tong Siqing had chatted with Qing Lin a few times when she had the chance. She knew that Zhihua had once been a very ambitious person. As the Demonic Venerable, Zhihua had once entertained the thought of unifying the three realms. But the heavens were not on her side. Various bonds and tribulations forcibly blunted all her sharpness.

It had worn down a person with a fierce and outgoing personality into a lazy and casual temperament.

How much had she endured in that process?

It went without saying.

Tong Siqing’s heart was beating wildly. Her eyes darted around, her intensely dark pupils looking nowhere in particular.

She didn’t want to lie to Zhihua, but she had to.

Shi Zhihua noticed the abnormality in her emotions, looked down slightly, and asked: “What’s wrong, Siqing? Are you unwell?”

Tong Siqing shook her head: “It’s nothing. I just hadn’t recovered earlier and was a little impulsive.”

Shi Zhihua: “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“No.” Tong Siqing’s tone was very low and slow, as if she had made an important decision. She said, “I have nothing to tell Zhihua.”

How could that be?

Shi Zhihua wasn’t stupid. She naturally saw the girl’s evasion and panic.

“If you have something on your mind, you can tell me, and we’ll figure it out together,” Shi Zhihua rubbed her head. “You were about to say it just now, weren’t you? Let me help you recall. You said that when you first came to the Abode of Indulgence, you underwent a small change.”

Tong Siqing backed away, remaining silent.

Shi Zhihua pressed the back of her head, leaning in to look at her: “What was the change? Don’t be afraid. Tell me.”

As the Demonic Venerable, her words were always languid and casual. Now, when asking a serious question, that elegant, lazy voice sounded particularly seductive. Any person with weak resolve would fall into her trap and unconsciously speak the truth.

If Shi Zhihua wanted to.

She could extract everything.

But she would never use such manipulative methods on Tong Siqing.

She was very curious, but she wanted to ask, and for the other party to answer of her own accord.

If the other party didn’t want to, she wouldn’t press the matter, lest she push her rabbit too far.

In this life, the atmosphere between them was comfortable and harmonious. There was no relationship of coercion or control, so Shi Zhihua would not, and had never intended to, act that way.

The maximum extent she would go to was to lean in and ask once more.

“It’s nothing. If you don’t want to say it, you can tell me later when you have the time,” Shi Zhihua released her hand, no longer pressuring her. “Or you don’t have to tell me at all. I’m not that curious. After all, the person is already mine. As for why you came to the Abode of Indulgence to assassinate me, it’s not very important.”

Tong Siqing noticeably breathed a sigh of relief, openly patting her chest without even pretending.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Clearly, she has a secret.

Never mind. I’ll deal with it later.

Shi Zhihua changed the subject: “Where is Ji Hui? I remember you said you really liked having a daughter in the path of mortals.”

A girl with fine, soft, fluffy hair, pure and innocent eyes, and who was very clingy.

Ji Hui unexpectedly matched all those descriptions.

As the former spiritual pet of the Demonic Venerable, the golden snake’s appearance was inherently superior. After transforming into human form, she was also very good-looking, at least pleasing to both their eyes. Therefore, even though Ji Hui called Tong Siqing her master, they treated the golden snake like a daughter.

Oh, right, the punishment a few days ago didn’t count.

That should be forgotten.

Shi Zhihua felt a little unaccustomed after waking up from the dream. She thought back. Where did she tell Ji Hui to go?

Tong Siqing replied: “We turned her into a golden hairpin, I think.”

Oh, right.

Tong Siqing quickly found the golden hairpin and released Ji Hui.

Ji Hui was so wronged she almost cried. She immediately transformed into a little girl and jumped into Tong Siqing’s arms.

Shi Zhihua said coolly from the side: “Ungrateful, indeed. I raised you for so long, and your eyes are only on Siqing.”

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