The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Tong Siqing touched the Demon Lord’s smooth jawline, as if holding a precious treasure. Her fingertips gently caressed it for a moment, then she carefully asked: “Don’t be angry anymore, okay?”

How novel. She could actually tell that Shi Zhihua was angry.

Shi Zhihua truly had no recourse with this person. The apologies were swift and sincere, but the girl never truly realized what she had done wrong.

Were such apologies useful?

No.

Shi Zhihua could only stew in silent frustration, not knowing where to vent. She lowered her head, her delicate eyebrows furrowed with a hint of helplessness, her upper eyelids half-covering her eyes, and her beautiful undereye area slightly relaxed—it was an expression of both indulgence and resignation.

A beauty is always uniquely beautiful. Not only is each facial feature exquisite, but when combined, they possess an even greater charm. When she offered a false smile, she was a glamorous, poisonous flower; when she smiled indulgently, it was another form of beauty entirely.

In short, her beauty was overwhelmingly domineering. A single glance would leave one stunned by its absolute splendor.

The world often regards a beauty with thoughts of possession, pity, and greed, but not so with Shi Zhihua.

Such a beauty would make people feel ashamed of their own inferiority, afraid to defile her not out of fear of soiling her perfection, but out of fear of their own head separating from their body.

She was beautiful but she was also quick to kill.

One wonders what kind of person such a beauty would fall for…

Shi Zhihua looked at Tong Siqing, thinking she was truly going to be driven to death by her.

“What am I going to do with you,” Shi Zhihua murmured, raising her hand to stroke the back of the girl’s hand. She covered and gently took the delicate hands down into her own palm, then looked down and said, “Since you’re not angry, I have no reason to be angry either.”

Tong Siqing gave her a friendly smile.

“Mm.”

Shi Zhihua found that she was utterly susceptible to Tong Siqing’s methods. Under the girl’s clear and innocent gaze, her heart would become very calm and soft, as if immersed in a pure spring. No hostility could condense within her.

She didn’t want to kill in front of Tong Siqing, as that would make the girl think less of her.

“How do you want to deal with those few demons?” Shi Zhihua lowered her eyes, her expression murky.

Tong Siqing was confused. Deal with them? Deal with what?

How did it involve them?

“Ah?” Tong Siqing looked uncomprehendingly at the demons kneeling on the floor and asked, “What did they do wrong?”

Shi Zhihua took her hand and placed the girl’s palm on her own cheek: “You tell me?”

Tong Siqing answered honestly: “I don’t know.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Water Snake and the others: “…”

A breath caught in Shi Zhihua’s chest, unable to go up or down. She couldn’t even manage a fake smile.

What was she supposed to do now?

If she bullied the girl, the girl wouldn’t understand it was bullying.

If she punished the girl, the girl seemed to enjoy it.

The funnier thing was that Tong Siqing didn’t even realize she was being taken advantage of. She docilely allowed people to touch her face, and afterwards, didn’t feel insulted.

“Then let them leave? They’ve been kneeling for a long time too.” Tong Siqing didn’t consider her own kneeling a punishment, but she felt sorry for others having to kneel.

Shi Zhihua glanced coolly at the few people on the ground.

The Water Snake and the others scrambled and crawled away instantly.

In the Palace of Decadence and Lust, the oppressive aura from the Demon Lord suddenly vanished. Just as everyone thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, the Water Snake and the others suddenly fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

Even if Tong Siqing let them go, the Demon Palace was Shi Zhihua’s domain. She merely didn’t want to show her brutal side in front of the girl; it didn’t mean she would magnanimously forgive those who had touched her possession.

But since Tong Siqing had pleaded for the demons, she would spare their lives. Instead, she would cripple their hands for a few days, letting them taste the consequences of their improper actions.

Tong Siqing was completely unaware of this. She was currently being pressed down by Shi Zhihua to have medicine applied.

Shi Zhihua looked at the girl’s reddened knees, feeling somewhat vexed—Tong Siqing must have never knelt for so long. The first time she was teased by Shi Zhihua, her knees were stained with an irreversible blush.

Shi Zhihua then grew angry at herself. She pressed down too hard, nearly crushing the medicine bottle.

Tong Siqing hugged her knees, tilted her head, and looked at her in confusion.

“Does it hurt?” Shi Zhihua suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and asked softly, “If it hurts, bear with it.”

Tong Siqing: “Doesn’t hurt?”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

If only the girl had said it hurt, Shi Zhihua could have reasonably continued to feel distressed, but now…

There was no effect other than self-pity.

Shi Zhihua collected the medicine with a cold face: “Then you can hurt by yourself.”

Tong Siqing was afraid the Demon Lord misunderstood, and continued her clueless explanation: “But it really doesn’t hurt.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Her palm tightened. The medicine bottle instantly shattered into fragments. The shards pierced her palm, and blood streamed out.

Shi Zhihua stared ahead, a storm brewing in her eyes: “Is it okay if I hurt then?”

Tong Siqing quickly took her slender hand and blew on it: “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Shi Zhihua was speechless with frustration and didn’t really want to engage. She propped her head up on the beautiful couch, watching the girl go to find medicine. After stewing in anger for a while, she suddenly had a moment of clarity. What was she doing?

As the Demon Lord, why was she sulking over such a childish thing with a young girl… especially when the girl hadn’t even noticed.

Shi Zhihua couldn’t speak. She felt that ever since Tong Siqing arrived, she had been acting strangely.

She hated that Tong Siqing was so dense, yet she had initially intended to tease the girl precisely because she was naive and easily fooled.

Shi Zhihua finally understood the meaning of reaping what you sow.

Oh well, there were benefits to the girl being dense. As long as Shi Zhihua kept a close eye on her, no one could possibly lure the girl away from under her nose, nor did she have to worry about someone taking advantage of her.

At this point, she was starting to wonder. How did the Sage-Scribe raise his daughter this way? Even if he raised her with this personality, how could he dare let her come to the Demon Realm?

Didn’t the Sage-Scribe know how much people in the Demon Realm loved beautiful young girls? Whether to eat them or use them for other pleasures, they were heavily favored.

Shi Zhihua thought silently—The Sage-Scribe is oblivious, but I certainly won’t let Tong Siqing run around carelessly.

She must keep a very tight watch on her…

Shi Zhihua leaned back on the couch, indulging in her pleasant fantasy, and slowly closed her eyes.

Half an hour later, she abruptly opened her eyes, her heart skipping a beat. Where was Tong Siqing?

She went to get medicine, right? Where is she?

After the punishment of the Water Snake and other demons, everyone in the Palace of Decadence and Lust knew that Tong Siqing held significant importance for the Demon Lord.

Everyone said that Master Surong had brought a beautiful little fairy to the Venerable Lord. This beauty was both foolish and easy to deceive, the apple of the Demon Lord’s eye, the kind no one could touch.

This matter was both good and bad. While the rumor spread, many people who saw Tong Siqing would fearfully avoid her, lest they incur the Demon Lord’s punishment. However, a small portion of people shifted their gaze to Tong Siqing.

As the saying goes, one seeks wealth in risky ventures. If they could please the little beauty and have her whisper a few words to the Venerable Lord, wouldn’t the Demon Lord be much easier to deal with?

This led to a scene where, when Tong Siqing went out to fetch medicine, most of the servants avoided speaking to her. This made it impossible for her to get the wound medicine to treat Zhihua’s injury.

It was actually something that could be solved with a simple spell, but Tong Siqing didn’t do that, because Zhihua had also personally applied the medicine to her, not using a spell to hastily deal with the matter.

Sincerity must be repaid one-for-one. She couldn’t be lazy.

Tong Siqing thought this, and continued walking to other areas.

What she hadn’t anticipated was that Shi Zhihua hadn’t used a spell originally because she wanted to take advantage of the girl. Also, Tong Siqing was naturally a poor navigator. After walking just a few steps, she completely disoriented herself.

The vast Palace of Decadence and Lust, with its similar-looking halls which way was the original direction?

Tong Siqing, unfamiliar with the place, was bewildered.

She stood foolishly in place.

Just then, a person dressed in snow-white robes walked toward her.

Seeing the pure white color, Tong Siqing’s eyes immediately lit up. White was the color of the Xianning Sect’s uniform!

This was as comforting as seeing family in a foreign land!

Seeing the person walk towards her with a smile, Tong Siqing immediately joyfully went to greet him.

The person was a handsome man with clear features. He wore cloud-patterned, luxurious robes and walked with a steady, elegant pace. He was momentarily stunned upon seeing Tong Siqing, then smiled gently: “Are you the one who is by the Demon Lord’s side?”

Tong Siqing smiled back: “I think so.”

The man walked around Tong Siqing once and shook his head: “You are beautiful, but you’re just an empty vase, only fit to be a favorite concubine. I wonder why the Demon Lord agreed to keep you?”

Tong Siqing was surprised—This was the first time she had heard negative comments in the Demon Realm.

It seemed the people in the Demon Realm weren’t all enthusiastic. There were also those who enjoyed sarcasm.

Tong Siqing shook her head: “I’m not a vase. I’m not good-looking.”

The man laughed. He knew the Demon Lord favored the strong and couldn’t possibly like such a delicate vase. Perhaps she was only interested at first. If she discovered the girl was just a useless good-for-nothing, she would ruthlessly kill her.

At that time, he could seize her position.

“If you’re not a vase, am I?” The man covered his forehead and chuckled lightly. “Could it be that you think you can beat me?”

The man thought confidently, If the girl wasn’t a good-for-nothing, she wouldn’t have been abandoned by the Xianning Sect. To be expelled from the peaceful Xianning Sect, she must be the worst of the weak.

Tong Siqing summoned her sword and also wondered: “Why don’t you try to see if you can beat me then?”

She also wanted to know if this person, who spoke so boastfully, was truly formidable—after all, she hadn’t met a single rival among her peers.

The man smiled: “Lest you say I’m bullying you, I’ll let you have three moves.”

After all, it would only be interesting if the Demon Lord came to watch, wouldn’t it?

Furthermore…

The man suddenly noticed the sword in Tong Siqing’s hand. He felt inexplicably familiar with it, unable to recall where he had seen it, yet he sensed the sword was extraordinary.

But what did a good sword matter? After defeating her, he would be able to claim it, and it would then belong to him.

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