The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 36

Chapter 36

The night was already deep, but Shi Zhihua found it impossible to sleep.

She always felt that something was missing, an emptiness in her heart. When she closed her eyes, her mind raced, and in moments of startled wakefulness, she instinctively reached out beside her.

Beside her was a cold, embroidered couch.

A person was missing.

Shi Zhihua silently rose, her long, dark hair falling onto the embroidered couch. She accidentally touched a strand; it was icy cold, accentuating her loneliness.

She missed Tong Siqing.

Even if the girl did nothing at night but simply accompany her, Shi Zhihua would feel content.

It was like holding a soft kitten. Even if the kitten slept quietly beside her pillow, its faint breathing would bring happiness.

It had only been a short while, yet Shi Zhihua had grown accustomed to nights with someone by her side.

The past hundred years seemed to vanish in an instant, unable to compare to the recent brief months.

During this time, she had invested a great deal of emotion in the other person, getting used to seeking a bit of warmth in her leisure moments to add some temperature to her heart, which had been silent for years.

Shi Zhihua gathered her thousands of dark threads of hair, lying on her side and propping up her head. She was silhouetted against the moonlight, her gaze lonely as she looked at the empty embroidered couch.

The room was unfamiliar; the couch was luxurious.

It was empty.

She raised her other hand. Her nails were trimmed short, her finger joints slender and long. Bathed in the moonlight, they seemed to carry a flowing, clinging water-like sheen.

Shi Zhihua’s hand was beautiful, the most delicate among all women in the world. Unlike her sharp, breathtaking beauty, this hand was so soft it seemed boneless.

Even she herself thought her hand must be exquisite, because every time she used this hand, Tong Siqing always seemed very happy.

Shi Zhihua thought of Tong Siqing, her mood uncertain whether it was joyous or low.

Forget it. I’ll just endure it for tonight.

I’ll make do.

Shi Zhihua couldn’t sleep, so she gave her hand to herself.

Serving herself for the first time, she couldn’t help but softly whisper the name “Siqing” a few times.

Then, she closed her eyes.

At the same time, Tong Siqing was suddenly startled awake.

She felt like someone was calling her name.

Was it a shout in a dream, or was someone truly transmitting a sound?

Tong Siqing sat up, cleared her head for a while, and couldn’t go back to sleep.

She began to carefully recall the dream she just had.

In the dream, she finally got her wish and married Shi Zhihua. However, the wedding was held in the Palace of Decadence and Lust. The Demon Realm was plastered with vast swathes of red. Everyone was celebrating the Demon Lord’s marriage, and the world was utterly peaceful.

After a busy and tiring full day, she finally arrived at the last step.

She dreamt she confidently went to lift Zhihua’s veil…

Under the veil, Zhihua wore a large, golden phoenix coronet, with tassels swaying beneath it.

Red robes, gold ornaments, a beauty, a fragrant breeze…

Tong Siqing was grinning foolishly, indescribably happy.

In the dream, Zhihua was utterly compliant with her. When the other person softly leaned over, Tong Siqing heard her ask: “Aren’t you going to start yet?”

Tong Siqing froze, suddenly realizing a problem.

She… didn’t really know how.

It had always been Zhihua who took the lead. Without Zhihua’s guidance, she wouldn’t even know where to put her legs.

“Don’t you love me?” Shi Zhihua questioned her. “If you don’t like me, why did you marry me?”

Tong Siqing quickly waved her hands: “No, that’s not it.”

Shi Zhihua: “If you love me, then prove it to me.”

How to prove it…

What is love…

How should I prove the word “like”?

Tong Siqing was utterly confused, startled awake from the sweet dream.

And then, she couldn’t sleep again.

Unsure when dawn would break, she put on her clothes and pushed the door open to walk under the moonlight.

The moon today was exceptionally bright. Tong Siqing looked up and saw it large as a roof, pressing down on the ground with a strong sense of oppression, like a jade plate smashed into her field of vision.

Next, she heard the wooden clapper of the night watchman.

One knock after another, echoing in the empty night.

“Weather is dry, take care of fire… dry weather…”

The watchman’s throat emitted a hoarse sound, as if he hadn’t had water in centuries, terribly dry.

Tong Siqing pushed the door open curiously, wanting to go outside to take a look. Just then, the door of the restaurant and inn suddenly opened. Aside from the few people who had arrived today, many other guests successively came downstairs, heading out, not knowing what they were going to do.

Their group was staying on the same floor, so this floor was quiet. When the occupants below started forming groups for a night stroll, she heard the guests from the floors above also starting to emerge, layer after layer.

People coming down would certainly pass through this floor.

Tong Siqing alertly drew her sword, turned back to her room, and listened closely to the sounds outside the door.

People shuffled out to wander, their footsteps synchronized, a subtle, eerie uniformity amidst the chaos.

What is this?

When the noise outside subsided a little, Tong Siqing tiptoed to open the door, preparing to follow them to see where they were going.

Just then, the doors of the rooms next door all opened. The Xianning Sect disciples had no sleepiness left. They were all fully dressed and ready, weapons in hand, their expressions equally solemn.

Immortal Master Fu Luan, dressed in white, quickly walked up to Tong Siqing: “When we were in the Xianning Sect, we were entrusted by a wealthy merchant in the Scarlet Sky Realm to solve the night wandering problem here.”

Tong Siqing: “Night wandering?”

Cen Letian also came out and said: “Yes, outsiders say there’s a custom in the Scarlet Sky Realm where many people who come here unconsciously follow a night stroll at night. They gather on the main street and walk in one direction. In the daytime, they all return. Some remember, but some wake up remembering nothing at all. However, all these people share the same consequence on the fifteenth of the month, they turn into a pile of white bones, only to resurrect the following month, as if nothing had happened.”

If nothing had happened, no one would have gone to the trouble of inviting the Immortal Masters of the Xianning Sect.

Tong Siqing said: “Let’s go, let’s follow them and see where they are going.”

This is truly a strange matter.

“By the way, does everyone go on the night stroll?” Tong Siqing asked. “I don’t think the numbers are right.”

“No, some people are spared.”

Cen Letian said, stepping aside half a pace to reveal a goat-bearded man the very person who had demanded an apology from Zhihua at the restaurant during the day.

The goat-bearded man hid nervously behind Cen Letian, whispering: “Master, save me!”

Tong Siqing: “Should we leave him here then?”

After all, bringing such a large person would hinder their actions.

But the goat-bearded man absolutely refused, immediately hugging Cen Letian’s thigh: “Don’t leave me alone! I want to go with the Master.”

Immortal Master Fu Luan frowned, asking Cen Letian: “Why does he call you ‘Master’?”

Cen Letian lowered his head: “Your disciple doesn’t know.”

The goat-bearded man quickly corrected himself: “Immortal!”

Cen Letian: “…”

Everyone went outside together. Tong Siqing thought for a moment, went back to retrieve something, and pinned it in her hair.

Immortal Master Fu Luan naturally glanced at her.

Tong Siqing explained: “I’m worried about accidentally losing it, so I feel safer pinning it in my hair.”

It was a flowing snake golden hairpin, exquisitely shaped and sharp, with the eyes of the golden snake dotted with red gems, vividly lifelike.

If Tong Siqing usually paid attention, she would know that this hairpin given to her by Zhihua was identical to the small golden snake that the Demon Lord often played with.

Unfortunately, Tong Siqing hadn’t noticed this detail and treated it as an ordinary item.

Fu Luan recognized whose hairpin it was at a glance because the Xianning Sect had always advocated simplicity and nature, and few people wore gold and silver wandering around. In contrast, the Demon Realm had a more open cultural atmosphere, with endless ornate accessories.

This golden hairpin was clearly one that the Demon Lord Shi Zhihua had worn.

After all, the person was wearing this kind of golden ornament when they met everyone today.

Fu Luan couldn’t help but wonder. In what capacity was the Immortal Sage Siqing living by the Demon Lord’s side in the Demon Realm, and why did she receive the other person’s golden hairpin as a gift?

Immortal Master Fu Luan, who cultivated the path of heartlessness and understood nothing of such matters, was thoroughly confused.

The night in the Scarlet Sky Realm was a little chilly. There was a faint scent of burnt incense ash floating in the air. Tong Siqing let out a small sneeze, feeling a slight itch in her eyes.

Immortal Master Fu Luan looked at her with concern: “Immortal Sage, what’s wrong?”

Tong Siqing’s voice was very soft: “I think something got into my eye.”

“Let me see.” Since there weren’t many female disciples present and she was the closest, Fu Luan voluntarily moved closer, intending to examine her eye.

Immortal Master Fu Luan’s voice was clear and musical: “Could you slightly tilt your chin up, please.”

Tong Siqing obediently opened her beautiful eyes wide, tilting her face up for the other person to see: “Mhm.”

The night in the Scarlet Sky Realm gradually came alive.

Like a night market opening, it was bustling with voices and very lively.

Qing Lin and Su Rong had been kneeling for half the night, their legs completely numb.

They were both sleepy and tired, but fortunately, they could talk to each other, chatting for half the night.

The two then leaned on each other, resting briefly.

When they were woken up by the commotion outside, their posture was like intertwined swans. They almost bumped noses when they swayed.

Their Demon Lord stood in front of them, an expression of indescribable frustration on her face: “What are you two doing?”

What were they doing? Weren’t they being punished?

Shi Zhihua: “Something has happened outside. The two of you, follow me to take a look.”

The two immediately agreed, then supported each other to stand up.

After standing for only a few seconds, both of them instantly collapsed back onto their knees, their legs turning to jelly.

Su Rong: “…”

Qing Lin: “…”

It’s over. After kneeling for half the night, their legs weren’t their own anymore.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

She didn’t know what these two were doing. She could only sigh helplessly, indicating that she would go out to see first, and they should catch up later.

After the Demon Lord left, Qing Lin asked Su Rong: “The Venerable Lord is in such a hurry. Could it be news of the Illusion Mirror outside?”

What Illusion Mirror?

Su Rong knew it was just an excuse she had fabricated.

How could there be a celestial artifact in the Scarlet Sky Realm?

The Venerable Lord was in such a rush, she was probably worried about Siqing’s safety.

Shi Zhihua was indeed very worried about Tong Siqing, but more than worry, there was yearning. Because of the golden hairpin, she could sense the other person’s exact location.

This greatly saved the steps of searching for the person, allowing her to follow the golden hairpin directly.

She chased after the feeling, her mind in chaos.

Right, who did Tong Siqing share a room with tonight? Was she sleeping alone? That newly recognized, convenient Master wouldn’t be crowding the same bed with her, would she!

Shi Zhihua felt annoyed just thinking about that Immortal Master Fu Luan.

In a flash, she found Tong Siqing’s location.

After standing firm, Shi Zhihua first tidied her appearance, and then, maintaining her composure, looked towards Tong Siqing.

She imagined that the moment the other person saw her, her eyes would definitely light up, carrying a look of joy.

Shi Zhihua was self-aware of her unparalleled beauty, so she deliberately intended to show off a little.

She primly chose the most beautiful angle, then slowly, gradually raised her face, her seductive eyes like silk, infinitely alluring, as she looked at Tong Siqing…

And then, she saw Immortal Master Fu Luan releasing Tong Siqing’s chin.

In the second before, the two were doing something, leaning so close, they were practically about to kiss.

From Shi Zhihua’s angle, it looked entirely like a kissing posture!

Tong Siqing didn’t notice Shi Zhihua right behind her. Unsuspectingly, she rubbed her eyes and said thank you: “Thank you, Fu…”

Cen Letian, nearby, violently coughed once, pretending to make a sound of “Ah”: “Isn’t that the Demon Lord?”

Tong Siqing: !!!

Almost blew my cover! Tong Siqing fiercely suppressed the rest of her sentence, abruptly changing the words. She immediately changed her address to Immortal Master Fu Luan, calling her “Master.”

Fu Luan: “…Mhm.”

That word “Master” carried a sense of urgency and the panic of being caught red-handed. Hearing it like this, it sounded even more like an instinctive cry for help.

Shi Zhihua knew that people called the name of the person they trusted most when they were scared and helpless.

It was highly disappointing. When she was discovered, Tong Siqing’s eyes were filled with panic, and she called someone else’s name.

Shi Zhihua said coldly: “Seeing me scares you?”

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