The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

When Tong Siqing woke up, she was no longer in the Xianning Sect.

The moment she opened her eyes, she noticed the setting was extravagant and ostentatious, dominated by black and purple, extremely similar to the Demon Realm she had visited before.

Eh? Wasn’t she in her own bedchamber? How did she end up in the Demon Realm?

The next second, someone approached and gave her a salute in the Immortal Realm style.

“Su Rong?” Tong Siqing recognized the person immediately. Wasn’t this the spy her Father-Venerable sent to the Demon Realm? She asked, “If you keep me here, won’t you arouse suspicion?”

Su Rong’s expression was complicated: “I won’t be suspected.”

Tong Siqing was still half-asleep, with a slight nasal tone: “Why not?”

Under Tong Siqing’s confused gaze, Su Rong briefly explained the situation: in essence, the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable sent her to the Demon Race as a spy to monitor them, but she performed so well that she became the Demon Lord’s confidante. One day, the Demon Lord had a sudden idea and started sending her back to the Immortal Realm as a spy every so often.

Su Rong was caught in the middle, spying for both sides. The downside was that both sides were difficult to deal with, but the upside was—no matter how strange her behavior was in either the Immortal or Demon Realms, it would be tacitly allowed and tolerated.

Bringing a person back out of the blue was no problem.

Tong Siqing rubbed her sleep-numbed face: “Hmm, as long as I don’t implicate you.”

As for why Tong Siqing appeared in the Demon Realm…

Su Rong felt a slight toothache coming on.

It was all because the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable was fiercely protective. Since he couldn’t publicly contradict his daughter, he agreed to the marriage. After returning and contemplating it, he grew angrier, but since he couldn’t break the contract, he came up with a dirty trick.

He had someone knock his daughter out and sent a fake one to meet the marriage procession, who deliberately wore a green dress to publicly humiliate the Demon Lord, intent on thoroughly infuriating her.

Who could have guessed that the Demon Lord was too lazy to join the excitement and just sent her to deal with it.

Su Rong appeared in the guise of the Demon Lord and, at the Sage-Scribe’s instruction, deliberately created a conflict with the Immortal Realm people, “injuring” the “fake Tong Siqing,” thus deepening the feud between the two sides.

The marriage was naturally put on hold.

Even if Tong Siqing woke up and objected, the Sage-Scribe had plenty of excuses—Look, that Demon Lord couldn’t even distinguish real from fake, and she struck you. What is the meaning of this marriage contract?

And dealing with the people of the world was even easier—as soon as “Tong Siqing” was injured, the Xianning Sect would naturally refuse to comply. Not just the Xianning Sect, but all righteous factions would condemn the Demon Race’s fault, saying they were ungrateful and deliberately provoked trouble.

In this way, relations between the two realms remained strained, and no one suffered any loss.

When Su Rong was summoned by the Sage-Scribe, the lofty Heavenly Venerable was sewing clothes. Upon seeing her, he entrusted his unconscious daughter to her.

The Sage-Scribe said: “When Siqing wakes up, tell her some of the truth as appropriate. Tell her—to go and spend some time with that Demon Lord on her own. If she is pleased, she can marry her again. If she is not pleased, I will always be waiting for her to come home.”

Su Rong was amazed at the time, thinking that the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable truly loved his daughter and couldn’t bear to personally break off the marriage.

But immediately afterward, the Sage-Scribe said in a solemn voice: “Considering the conflict that has occurred, the Demon Race will likely hate the Xianning Sect even more. At that time, she will inevitably hear some gossips, and her intention to marry will naturally dissipate.”

This move was called ‘Attacking the Heart.’

It meant letting Tong Siqing personally witness the Demon Race’s true colors, fundamentally eradicating the burgeoning feelings in her heart.

“Go, take her to the Demon Lord’s side.” The Sage-Scribe handed the finished black clothes to Su Rong. “Have her change into these clothes. Don’t let anyone discover her true identity.”

The clothes carried the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable’s protective magic. As a powerful being whose cultivation surpassed Heaven, no one could break his spell, thus ensuring no one could discover Tong Siqing’s true appearance.

This move was truly despicable.

Su Rong looked at Tong Siqing’s innocent face and wanted to sigh—Having a father like this, she didn’t know if it was good or bad.

Tong Siqing was finally fully awake.

She sat on the edge of the couch and politely asked Su Rong: “Why am I here?”

Su Rong recalled the Sage-Scribe’s instructions. She removed what shouldn’t be said and kept what should be: “Because your Father-Venerable wants you to spend more time with the Demon Lord and recognize your inner feelings, whether you truly like Shi Zhihua or not.”

Tong Siqing tidied her appearance and prepared to leave: “Good. Then I will go visit…”

“Wait.” Su Rong quickly stopped her, her tone slightly evasive, “You cannot go in your real identity. That would make the Demon Lord wary, and the relationship wouldn’t be pure.”

Tong Siqing thought that made sense. She sat back down: “Then what should I do?”

“Your current identity is that of an ordinary disciple who defected from the Xianning Sect and was brought by me to the Demon Realm to serve Shi Zhihua,” Su Rong said. “Remember, you must not expose yourself.”

“Serve…” Tong Siqing repeated the word and asked, “How do I serve?”

Su Rong didn’t expect her to dwell on that word. In any case, it wasn’t the main point and was irrelevant, so Su Rong lightly brushed it off: “It’s the literal meaning.”

Tong Siqing didn’t quite understand but still nodded obediently: “Okay.”

Su Rong thought for a moment and said: “Put on this black clothing, and I’ll accompany you to see the Demon Lord.”

Half an hour later.

Tong Siqing, dressed in black, appeared before the Demon Lord.

She looked so obedient in the outfit. Despite the imposing black color, it held no authority on her, instead acting as a harmless protective color, setting off her fair and beautiful face. She looked like a fairy who had secretly put on human clothes, with an ineffable charm amidst the incongruity.

If someone glanced at her unintentionally, they couldn’t help but look again.

Qing Lin happened to be with the Demon Lord discussing matters. Seeing Su Rong bring someone in, she looked over curiously. Her gaze lingered for a moment, distracting her from grinding the ink and attracting Shi Zhihua’s attention.

As the lofty Demon Lord, Shi Zhihua usually didn’t pay attention to irrelevant people. But seeing Qing Lin suddenly look completely captivated, she set aside her work and turned her attention to Tong Siqing.

When addressing subordinates, Shi Zhihua’s voice was usually lazy, mature, and calm, with less seduction and more of a low, slow quality.

“Is she the Junior Sister you mentioned?” Shi Zhihua looked at the figure, feeling a sense of familiarity. “Lift your head.”

Tong Siqing obediently raised her chin—

Her true appearance was masked by the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable’s spell. What appeared before Shi Zhihua was only a plain, neat look, obscuring her originally exquisite and innocent features.

Shi Zhihua stared for a long time, then immediately felt the charm fade… it would have been more interesting if she hadn’t looked up.

She felt bored and waved her hand, signaling the two to leave: “Go on with your business.”

“Understood.”

Su Rong acknowledged the command, bowed her head, and started to walk out.

It wasn’t until she stepped out of the great hall that Su Rong suddenly realized—why hadn’t Tong Siqing followed her!

What was she doing staying there?

“Do you have nothing to do?” Shi Zhihua frowned. “Didn’t Su Rong assign you a task?”

Tong Siqing thought for a moment and replied: “Yes, she told me to serve Shi Zhihua.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Qing Lin coughed: “Is that how you address our Demon Lord?”

Tong Siqing looked up, slightly confused at the person before her.

Qing Lin blinked at her—Idiot, call her ‘Master’ or ‘Sovereign’! Who told you to use her full name!

Unfortunately, Tong Siqing didn’t understand the hint. She thought for a moment and suddenly recalled a term from a certain huaben (storytelling script). People in the story called their superiors “Master” (Zhu Ren), as if that was the only way to emphasize the difference in their status.

Tong Siqing thought it was perfectly reasonable. She needed to maintain her disguise now and couldn’t be discovered. If that was the correct term, then so be it. It wouldn’t affect anything.

So she calmed down and spoke very earnestly: “—Master.”

Qing Lin’s eye twitched. She almost choked on her own saliva.

No way. Are people from the Immortal Realm this wild? Didn’t they say those people were refined, dignified, and subtle in their speech? How could she drop a bombshell like that immediately!

She looked innocent and pure on the outside, so who would dare think she’d speak so brazenly to their Demon Lord right away?

It was well known that the last person who spoke brazenly to seek the Demon Lord’s attention was skinned and fed to the evil spirits.

Qing Lin felt a bad omen. The Demon Lord was not good-tempered.

This girl was going to be in trouble.

As she was brought in by Su Rong, Qing Lin felt it necessary to notify Su Rong so she could try to intercede or something.

Qing Lin, unwilling to face the immediate trouble, decisively bowed out to the Demon Lord and rushed off to find Su Rong.

Since the word “Master” came out, Shi Zhihua had dismissed all the attendants in the hall.

Only when the two of them were left did Shi Zhihua observe Tong Siqing with interest.

At this moment, she finally realized where the strange familiarity came from.

As the Demon Lord, Shi Zhihua was always suspicious, and her intuition in certain matters was very accurate.

No wonder she felt that the person in front of her was unusual. It turned out…

Shi Zhihua lazily propped up her chin and looked down. The person kneeling on the floor had a straight posture, like a noble and aloof pine tree. Her unassuming black clothing somehow gave off an effect of harmless innocence and purity. Even funnier, she still favored that drooping bun… Almost no one in the Demon Race liked that hairstyle. Not because of anything, but simply because it lacked presence.

She was too obedient, not fierce at all, like someone who had sneaked out of a rich family’s home.

Shi Zhihua just wanted to laugh.

Aside from the face concealed by the illusion spell, Tong Siqing had almost no other disguise.

Shi Zhihua felt like teasing her. She casually asked: “What is your name?”

Tong Siqing hadn’t thought about it beforehand and couldn’t answer immediately, frozen on the spot.

Shi Zhihua found it even funnier. The girl hadn’t even thought of a name before delivering herself to the door. Was there a more genuinely pure person in the world? Probably not.

She immediately recalled how the girl had honestly proposed marriage to the Sage-Scribe, and her mood brightened even more.

In all her years of life, she had never found so much amusement in one person.

That Sage-Scribe was truly bold, sending his daughter to her side just like this.

If he knew his daughter was kneeling here calling her ‘Master’, wouldn’t he be furious to death?

Well, since she delivered herself…

Shi Zhihua’s eyes curved. She thought happily, Then she wouldn’t be polite.

“How will you serve me?” Shi Zhihua smiled. “Come closer, step closer.”

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