The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 114

Chapter 114

“Ah Lin, there’s something I’ve been hiding from you. Now that we are Dao companions, I thought it best to tell you the truth.”

Su Rong considered that now the Immortal and Demonic Realms were friendly and interconnected, it was time to come clean. She figured the Venerable probably already knew, so now she only needed to confess to Qing Lin, lest the other person remain completely in the dark.

But just as she was about to speak, Qing Lin suddenly embraced her.

Silently, as if to melt her into her bones and blood.

Su Rong stroked her hair: “What’s wrong?”

Qing Lin: “I know.”

How could Qing Lin not know? Long ago, she had been silently paying attention to Su Rong, knowing that as an insider for Xianning, the psychological pressure must be immense, often keeping her awake all night.

Every night Su Rong suffered from insomnia, Qing Lin would light a lamp and quietly watch the illuminated room from a distance.

She knew.

She knew everything.

She also knew that when Su Rong wore black clothes, she was reserved and introverted, but after changing into white clothes, she appeared refined and noble, possessing both handsomeness and grace, looking intelligent and perceptive.

It was that time Su Rong planned to use the Heavenly Venerable’s magical artifact to teleport directly to Father Cloud Peak. The artifact required her to wear the Xianning disciple uniform, so she secretly changed into it in her room.

What she didn’t know was that Qing Lin was quietly watching her room from the night not far away.

The magical artifact emitted an unusual light. Even without a spell to spy, one could sense it.

Qing Lin couldn’t resist pushing open the door at the time. What she saw was Su Rong dressed in white.

Qing Lin was stunned then. Her suspicions had finally come true. Her heart was shaken. She felt both pain and reluctance.

Should she inform the Venerable? Or should she help Su Rong keep it secret?

Qing Lin struggled internally for a while, deciding to continue feigning ignorance. Then, in the following days, she would keep a close eye on Su Rong, observe carefully, and then make a decision.

“You’re going out to draw out the spy, aren’t you?” Qing Lin only briefly froze for a few seconds before quickly recovering and asking her. “It’s alright, I’ll go with you. It’s not safe for you to go alone.”

At that time, Su Rong stood quietly in place, unsure whether to answer.

“But these clothes aren’t very good,” Qing Lin gently sighed. “Change into another set. I’ll wait for you.”

From that moment on, Qing Lin knew.

But she made up her own explanations, deceiving herself by pretending not to know anything.

Later.

In the mirage, when Su Rong failed to cover up the lies she had told, Qing Lin also feigned ignorance and dragged her to kneel outside the Demonic Venerable’s room for the entire night.

After kneeling, she went to beg the Venerable for mercy.

She knew that Su Rong could no longer completely clear her suspicion, so she struck first, kneeling before Shi Zhihua to plead for Su Rong. On the surface, she offered a rational analysis, but in reality, she constantly mentioned Su Rong, reporting the other person’s suspicion with heartbroken remorse while subtly trying to insert a few sentences to absolve her.

Qing Lin, kneeling and giving thanks, said: “From now on, this subordinate will guard her every step, never allowing her to do anything that harms the interests of the Demon Realm again.”

The Venerable mercifully let Su Rong go.

Immediately after, Qing Lin remained kneeling for a long time before getting up. When she rose, because she had knelt for so long, the skin on her knees was slightly stuck.

At that moment, she held onto the railing, painfully bent over, covering her face as she let out a long-held breath of pent-up emotion.

As this breath was exhaled, the heavy stone hanging in her heart also dropped.

She simply couldn’t imagine how someone with such an indifferent and passively reclusive nature was forced to undertake the heavy responsibility of being an insider.

Su Rong’s mind wasn’t very tough. She must have been constantly worried.

Qing Lin limped out, holding onto the railing, every step hurting immensely.

But it didn’t matter. Su Rong was safe now.

She had managed to report to the Demonic Venerable in time, even bringing up her tragic childhood experiences to gain sympathy and finally save Su Rong.

Fortunately, it was all over.

Qing Lin had never told Su Rong any of this.

Even today, as Su Rong confessed everything to her, she didn’t boast or seek recognition.

Su Rong: “Ah Lin, when did you start knowing?”

Qing Lin shook her head: “I guessed.”

Then, she deliberately revealed a relieved smile, following up with the rest of her sentence: “After all, I understand you so well, I could vaguely sense something.”

Su Rong believed it: “Is that so—”

Qing Lin nodded: “Mhm, mhm.”

Su Rong stood up: “Then I must officially confess to the Venerable one more time.”

Qing Lin sat on the ground, holding her sleeve and looking up at her: “The Venerable probably knows too. It was roughly around the time of the Scarlet Firmament Realm.”

Su Rong lowered her head, looking a bit awkward.

Alright.

Someone as astute as the Venerable, of course she couldn’t hide it.

Su Rong apologized to Qing Lin again: “I’m sorry, Ah Lin, I’ve been deceiving you.”

“It’s alright,” Qing Lin sighed. “I know this was not your intention. A kind-hearted person like you must have been very conflicted and worried when you took on this insider task. I don’t blame you. Everyone initially has someone they are loyal to. The camps are different, and the stances are also different.”

Fortunately, both sides are married now. There’s no distinction between ‘yours’ and ‘mine’ anymore.

“Thank you, Ah Lin,” Su Rong embraced the other person with deep gratitude. “It’s so good to have you.”

Qing Lin was also deeply moved, a warmth spreading in her heart.

Her Su Rong was holding her so tightly. Fearing that her long whip might dig into the other, she quickly unbuckled it and tossed it aside.

Just then, Su Rong suddenly stopped and glanced at the long whip, looking as if she wanted to speak but restrained herself.

“What’s wrong?” Qing Lin asked with a smile. “I was afraid of poking you, so I unbuckled it and threw it aside.”

She tossed the slender whip, but Su Rong’s gaze followed the long whip to the floor.

Qing Lin looked at Su Rong in confusion.

Su Rong’s gaze was so earnest when she looked at an object, like a starlit night sky, the emotion delicate and gentle, yet vast to experience.

But…

That was just her weapon. Why would Su Rong look at it with such a deep expression?

Qing Lin didn’t understand.

Next, she saw Su Rong get up and pick up the long whip.

The slender whip in Su Rong’s hand was completely non-aggressive. It was like a fierce beast that had retracted its fangs, utterly submissive, just like its owner.

Su Rong looked back at Qing Lin: “I want to try it.”

Qing Lin: “…Okay… Mmm… But… what do you mean?”

Su Rong adopted the seriousness of studying history books, gently stroking the long whip, as if comforting a small animal.

Qing Lin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “It’s alright. Without my permission, it won’t hurt you.”

Su Rong suddenly realized: “Is that so—”

With that, she looked up, gazing at Qing Lin with the same gentle eyes.

Qing Lin: “…”

Why did she suddenly have a bad feeling?

Events proved that Qing Lin’s premonition was correct.

The next day, when they went to pay their respects to the Demonic Venerable, both the backs and palms of Su Rong’s hands were covered in marks.

Shi Zhihua questioned Qing Lin with veiled anger: “Qing Lin, how did you injure Su Rong like this? Are you still as reckless as before?”

Su Rong quickly stepped forward to shield Qing Lin: “Venerable, I’m fine. Don’t blame her.”

Shi Zhihua frowned: “You’re still protecting her. Look, after she’s had her fill, she doesn’t cherish you.”

“No, it’s not like that, Venerable, you’ve misunderstood,” Su Rong shook her head repeatedly. “It was my fault. It has nothing to do with Ah Lin.”

Shi Zhihua’s cool gaze scrutinized Qing Lin, finding no wounds, which further confirmed that Qing Lin had clumsily injured Su Rong.

Qing Lin felt utterly wronged.

But she couldn’t explain.

She wasn’t wearing her usual close-fitting attire today, but loose, soft robes. For no other reason than that she had been tied up for too long last night. Her body was covered in welts. Now, any contact with the fabric felt uncomfortable, always reminding her of the intoxicating indulgence of last night.

Forget it, forget it.

Qing Lin internally told herself to forget it, all the while wondering why her Su Rong, who appeared so quiet and gentle, became so unrestrained and self-indulgent when she got excited.

Yet, she herself couldn’t bear to make the other person unhappy, so she kept accommodating her. Inadvertently, things went too far.

Neither of them held back. By the time they regained their senses, both were injured.

Su Rong bandaged her wounds afterward, comforting her with a mix of heartache: “Next time, let’s agree on a secret signal that we both understand, so we can stop in time.”

Qing Lin slowly let out a breath: “Good.”

So, her wounds were all hidden, completely invisible to outsiders.

Now that the Venerable was questioning her, she could only take the blame, stating that she would never hurt Su Rong again.

Shi Zhihua was then satisfied: “Good. Su Rong is with you. You must treat her well.”

Qing Lin’s wounds faintly throbbed: “Mhm, mhm.”

Shi Zhihua: “Louder.”

Qing Lin: “Yes! Venerable!”

Su Rong: “…”

Just then, Tong Siqing walked in from outside. With just a glance at Qing Lin and Su Rong, she spoke: “Is Qing Lin injured?”

Qing Lin: !!!

How did she see that! Siqing really has keen eyesight!

Shi Zhihua asked in confusion: “Injured where? She doesn’t look it, does she? Qing Lin, are you injured?”

Qing Lin dared not speak, only holding the edge of her sleeve, quietly lowering her head.

Tong Siqing explained for her: “Zhihua, did you forget? One time, when you… you were… like this… the next day… you looked a bit like you had a sore back…”

Everyone: “…”

Tong Siqing’s words were too explicit, unbearable to listen to closely. The Venerable’s face turned green. She immediately covered the other’s mouth, telling her to say less.

Tong Siqing struggled: “But it’s true! Zhihua, you obviously can’t see the details of your own actions, but I remember everything!”

Shi Zhihua: “Stop talking. This Venerable doesn’t want to know.”

Qing Lin: “…”

She suddenly understood. Completely understood.

She finally knew why the Venerable had been complaining about back pain and avoiding Tong Siqing.

It turned out it was all because she couldn’t bear it. Because she indulged the other person too much, so she accommodated her too much!

Finally, Shi Zhihua failed to keep her quiet and had to believe Tong Siqing. Then, she offered Qing Lin a piece of profound advice: “Protect your back well when you’re young, or the back pain later will truly be unbearable.”

This time, Qing Lin didn’t speak. Su Rong answered.

Su Rong said: “Yes, Venerable, I’ve noted it down for her.”

Shi Zhihua gave Su Rong a complex look, shook her head, and walked away with one hand behind her back and the other pinching Tong Siqing.

Qing Lin: “…”

Thank you. Right now, she just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Her image as a brave and fierce warrior in front of the Venerable was probably gone forever.

Su Rong came over to support her: “Ah Lin, don’t be afraid. I will definitely be mindful in the future and treat you well.”

Qing Lin’s voice trembled: “Yes, yes… good.”

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