The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 67

Chapter 67

“Venerable One, I went to the water dungeon and saw that Ji Siyang is still there and hasn’t been taken away,” Qing Lin reported, clasping her hands. “This indicates that Holy Text’s visit to the Yu Yin Palace was not to rescue someone but to seize the immortal artifact or the Siqing Immortal Saint.”

Shi Zhihua had a look of world-weary exhaustion: “I wish I had just let Holy Text take Tong Siqing away back then.”

Qing Lin’s voice suddenly rose: “Why?”

“Lower your voice, are you afraid others won’t know this Venerable One is here?” Shi Zhihua glared at her in annoyance. “Go out and don’t tell anyone that this Venerable One is staying here. If there is an urgent matter in the Yu Yin Palace, you can send me a voice transmission or come to see me alone.”

Qing Lin didn’t quite understand.

Why would the Demon Lord not stay in her perfectly good sleeping quarters but run to her study to conceal her whereabouts?

Qing Lin: “Venerable One, there is a word I don’t know whether I should say…”

“Speak quickly,” Shi Zhihua’s voice had been tinged with irritation these past few days. She rubbed her brow. “Don’t ask irrelevant questions. If you think you shouldn’t say it, don’t ask. If you think you can ask, ask quickly.”

Qing Lin: “The Yu Yin Palace is our Demon Realm’s territory. You are the Venerable Lord of the Demon Realm. Why do you need to be so cautious in your own domain?”

Shi Zhihua closed her eyes and sighed.

It’s all because of Tong Siqing. She is consuming me from morning till night, constantly. The other party is even going overboard and returning everything I once did to her, blow for blow.

Such as suddenly turning hostile and pushing her into the pool, ordering her to hold a hairpin in her mouth and not make a sound, making her emotionally recite romantic novels, or making her wear the Western Region dancing dress she once wore…

Shi Zhihua asked the same question when she got that dress: “Is this all the fabric there is?”

“Yes,” Tong Siqing looked at her innocently and asked a not-so-innocent question: “But Venerable One also forced me to wear this very one and didn’t consider my opinion.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

She held the dress in her hands, her arms somewhat stiff.

Karma is a cruel mistress; what goes around comes around.

“Zhihua is too lazy to do it, can I help?” Before Tong Siqing’s voice even faded, she leaned in. “Come on, put your hands out—”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

After that incident, she decisively chose to use work as an excuse to flee Tong Siqing’s side.

Who would have thought that Tong Siqing was just as straightforward? When she said she was busy, Tong Siqing said she wanted to handle official business with her.

Then—she pinned her down on the Venerable Lord’s seat and harassed her for half a day.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Finally, Shi Zhihua dared not say she was busy, nor dared to return to her own sleeping quarters. She simply snuck away to Qing Lin’s study, making do with living there.

“I like it,” Shi Zhihua naturally didn’t dare to tell the truth. Her pride as the Demon Lord was still intact. Even if she was tormented to the point of a headache by Tong Siqing, she wouldn’t say anything that would diminish her status. Therefore, she said to Qing Lin in a sharp tone, “The entire Yu Yin Palace belongs to this Venerable One, and so is your study. This Venerable One recently found this place quite nice and wanted to stay and read. What’s wrong with that?”

Qing Lin: “…”

I wonder if I should say a word or two…

The books in this study are all fake decorations. She herself doesn’t like to read, but Su Rong does. She set up a spacious study and filled it with books for aesthetic purposes. In reality, these books, which are just for show, are all blank pages when opened.

“Does the Venerable One truly like to read?” Qing Lin hesitated, then stopped, then hesitated again. “Should I… perhaps… find some other books for the Venerable One?”

Shi Zhihua looked profound: “No need. This Venerable One thinks the books in your study are quite good.”

Qing Lin: “…”

Oh, dear. Venerable One, have you looked? There isn’t a single real book here!

Shi Zhihua maintained her aloof posture. She propped up her arms and said lazily: “Alright, you go get busy. Come back and report if there’s anything important.”

Qing Lin pursed her lips, not knowing what to say, and simply bowed: “As you command.”

“By the way, absolutely do not reveal this Venerable One’s whereabouts to anyone else,” Shi Zhihua instructed again. “Not to anyone.”

Qing Lin: “…”

Seeing her hesitation, Shi Zhihua immediately stood up, on alert: “You haven’t already told someone, have you?”

Qing Lin paused, her voice low: “Perhaps… Siqing… she doesn’t count as an outsider?”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

It’s over.

It’s all over.

Shi Zhihua felt a mouthful of old blood about to rise. Her waist was aching, and her limbs were sore.

That crazy rabbit not only had needs constantly but was also adept at tormenting people. She didn’t know where she learned all those tricks. After a few hours, Shi Zhihua almost suspected she was going to die.

What to do?

Run.

Shi Zhihua immediately got ready to push the door open. She took a step but then hesitated and pulled back.

No, I can’t go out. If I go out, I’ll be caught red-handed. I might be taken back to the sleeping quarters, and it will be inconvenient to escape later.

Shi Zhihua thought it over and decided to continue hiding here, then set up her most formidable restriction to prevent anyone other than Qing Lin from entering.

Shi Zhihua pushed Qing Lin out: “Go quickly. Don’t come looking for me for now. If anyone asks, say this Venerable One is not present.”

Qing Lin was full of question marks as she was pushed out.

The study door closed with a snap, and a faint purple restriction instantly covered the entire door.

Qing Lin: “…”

What is the Venerable One hiding from?

Qing Lin said she couldn’t figure it out and didn’t understand. She walked away with her confusion to find Su Rong to chat.

Su Rong was sitting and reading. The pages of the book were yellowed from age, but in her hands, it didn’t look old at all, but rather had a heartwarming sense of timeless tranquility.

Qing Lin walked over with cheerful steps. Her high ponytail swung with her movement, making her look brave and bright. It was obvious she was in a good mood.

Su Rong didn’t lift her head: “Why are you here again?”

Qing Lin didn’t notice the subtle word “again.” She only cared about Su Rong’s attitude: “Why do I sense a hint of distaste?”

Su Rong turned a page: “Not distaste. I just feel like your frequency of appearing today is a little too high.”

Qing Lin: “What?”

No way. She had only walked a short distance and hadn’t seen much of Su Rong today. How was she already considered an eyesore?

Qing Lin felt wronged, and her mood instantly dropped: “You still dislike me.”

Su Rong put down her book and patiently explained, word by word: “Because many people told me today that they saw you all over the Yu Yin Palace. Everyone thought you were very busy, so they asked me what you were busy with.”

Qing Lin: ???

She wasn’t busy!

How did she appear everywhere in the Yu Yin Palace?

Qing Lin refused to admit it: “I didn’t. I haven’t been out much today.”

“But everyone said they saw you looking anxious and moving around restlessly,” Su Rong asked. “Were you looking for someone?”

Nonsense, how could that be?

Qing Lin felt this joke was absurd. She was just about to wave her hand and say “I wasn’t looking for anyone” when she suddenly remembered the Demon Lord’s earlier words.

Could it be that the Demon Lord had already anticipated all this, which is why she was hiding?

Who was the person searching?

Qing Lin instantly became agitated, and cold sweat immediately broke out.

“Su Rong, something is wrong,” Qing Lin stood up with a swoosh, her face looking grim. “The Venerable One seems to be hiding from something. Could it be that fake Qing Lin?”

Su Rong was so shocked she almost dropped her book: “Ah? There’s a fake you?”

Qing Lin was serious: “Did that fake Qing Lin come to find you?”

“No,” Su Rong said. “At the time, ‘you’ just nodded faintly and left. You didn’t say much at all. I was even curious why ‘you’ were so cold and distant today.”

Qing Lin: “That wasn’t me.”

Then who was it?

Qing Lin was completely distraught.

“No, I have to go find the Venerable One!” Qing Lin said. “The Venerable One is still in my study.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she suddenly remembered the Venerable Lord’s instruction.

Qing Lin: “…”

Oh no, I let it slip.

This… it should be fine, right?

Qing Lin looked around and didn’t see anyone, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, before she could fully exhale, she saw a team of patrolling ghost-masked guards approaching.

The ghost-masked guards saw her and naturally greeted both of them. After greeting them, one added: “Qing Lin a.d.u.l.t, why are you back again? We just saw you walk past this way in a great hurry.”

Qing Lin: !!!

Help! That direction is exactly where her study is!

Qing Lin didn’t say another word, immediately grabbing Su Rong and rushing towards that direction.

While she was still on the way, a figure that looked exactly like “her” was already standing at the door of her study.

Shi Zhihua was annoyed. She was resting with her eyes closed, holding her forehead, when she suddenly heard the sound of Qing Lin returning.

“What is it? If it’s not urgent, don’t bother me,” Shi Zhihua said. “Didn’t you just leave? Remember to say everything at once next time.”

The “Qing Lin” at the door quietly waited for her to finish speaking before speaking softly: “Venerable One, something has happened to Tong Siqing.”

Shi Zhihua immediately stood up and walked to the door: “What happened? What’s wrong with her?”

The “Qing Lin” at the door spoke in a tone identical to the usual Qing Lin: “She seems very depressed and has no heart for anything. It’s like… she’s about to die.”

Shi Zhihua: !!!

About to die?

Just because I’m not there?

Feeling that distressed?

Shi Zhihua’s heart was instantly filled with remorse. After all, Tong Siqing was simple-minded. To be honest, the other party only had this one little pleasure, and she couldn’t even satisfy her with that.

She was truly an unqualified lover.

Shi Zhihua propped her hand on the door: “It’s my fault.”

The person outside the door said again: “Siqing Immortal Saint asked me to bring you something. Please accept it in person.”

Shi Zhihua fumbled to remove the restriction on the door, her voice unusually flustered: “What happened? Why is she suddenly giving me something for no reason? She’s not thinking of leaving and returning to Xianning, is she? Wait, tell her not to go yet. I… I…”

The act of suddenly sending a gift was too much like a farewell.

Shi Zhihua was terrified that the other party would leave, and she was completely out of her mind with fear.

Because she was extremely distraught, she didn’t have time to consider the suspicious points—How would Tong Siqing know she was hiding at Qing Lin’s place? Why did this item have to be delivered by Qing Lin personally? Why could Qing Lin see Tong Siqing in such a short time? Why didn’t Tong Siqing come herself?

Shi Zhihua didn’t recognize the fake “Qing Lin.” So, when she opened the door, she didn’t take any precautions and looked at the person’s hands first.

But.

“Qing Lin” was empty-handed, standing right at the door. She didn’t make any move to take something out when she saw her.

Shi Zhihua: ???

She frowned, looking at the person in confusion: “Where is the thing you were supposed to bring?”

The next moment, she suddenly noticed that “Qing Lin’s” eyes were very wrong. These black pupils were much larger than Qing Lin’s—like a rabbit’s.

…The rabbit who was searching the whole world for her.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

“Venerable One!!!”

“Venerable One, watch out!!!”

“That Qing Lin is fake!”

At the critical moment, Qing Lin and Su Rong arrived. They shouted from a distance, warning the Demon Lord about the person in front of her.

Shi Zhihua thought, It’s all fucking over. Why didn’t you say anything earlier!

In an instant, the “Qing Lin” in front of her suddenly flicked her sleeve, changing back to Tong Siqing’s appearance.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Alas, I couldn’t dodge her.

I was caught.

After revealing her true face, Tong Siqing reassured Qing Lin and the other from afar: “It’s me. I had a fight with your Venerable One. Can you give us some time to resolve the conflict?”

When Qing Lin and Su Rong saw that it was her, their hearts immediately dropped back into their chests.

So it was Tong Siqing. Then it’s nothing to worry about.

It must be that their Venerable One made her angry and deliberately bullied her, hiding and refusing to see Tong Siqing.

The Venerable One is too concerned with appearances in front of the person she likes, being extremely prideful.

Just leave the study to them to properly resolve their private matter.

Qing Lin tugged Su Rong and walked away, saying as she went: “I thought it was a big deal.”

As luck would have it, Shi Zhihua overheard this sentence.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

It’s true that it’s not a big deal. After all, you’re not the one whose waist is aching.

Shi Zhihua felt somewhat defeated. She, the formidable Demon Lord, was actually intimidated by a little immortal from Xianning and had to hide shamefully in her subordinate’s study.

What a thing to happen.

It would be too embarrassing to tell anyone.

Shi Zhihua was led into the room by the other party, resigned to her fate: “Siqing, do you know what moderation is? One must learn self-control.”

Tong Siqing immediately hugged her, her voice soft and aggrieved: “But I couldn’t find you for so long. Did you consider my feelings?”

Shi Zhihua’s heart softened at her words, and her earlier assertiveness vanished: “I apologize to you, but…”

But…

Shi Zhihua watched with her own eyes as the crazy rabbit took out some items from her wide sleeves, her eyes sparkling, her mischievous intentions clearly revealed.

But, could you, please, not be, so…

Shi Zhihua racked her brain and found only one suitable word: audaciously lustful.

Tong Siqing tugged her sleeve: “These are what I found during this time. Zhihua, try them quickly.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

She retracted her previous apology. Now, she wished she could kick the other party away.

Shi Zhihua was exasperated: “If you don’t show moderation, you will be uncomfortable one day.”

Tong Siqing held her hand, her dense, curled black lashes lowered: “When I first met Zhihua, the second day I woke up, Zhihua stabbed me with a knife, right here, at my heart.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

She vaguely sensed something ominous.

Sure enough, the next moment, Tong Siqing played the victim: “I’ve experienced something that painful. Why would I abandon the present joy for the sake of future, baseless worries?”

Although Shi Zhihua knew she was saying this intentionally, her heart still clenched: “Did you hurt at the time? Was it very painful?”

Tong Siqing nodded: “Yes, it hurt terribly.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

If you put down the things in your hand, I might still shallowly believe you.

“Yes, I don’t know moderation. I can’t help myself when I see Zhihua,” Tong Siqing leaned in, very clingy. “But Zhihua can. Zhihua can be moderate, can be restrained, can be patient…”

Shi Zhihua: “…Wait.”

You wouldn’t be trying to… would you?

Tong Siqing whispered: “Venerable One, remember to be very restrained later. After all, Qing Lin and Su Rong haven’t gone far yet.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

So painful.

Why did I have to be so thoughtless as to mention the word “restraint” just now? Isn’t this just asking for trouble?

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