Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Translator: Paperplane, Zenobys

Han Moze slowly stepped into the Fallen Phoenix Palace and scanned the room with his solemn gaze.

Qing’er heard movement, then walked over to Han Moze. She held back the tears in her eyes and curtsied. “Qing’er, at your service your majesty.”

Han Moze took a deep breath and softly said, “Rise.”

Qing’er sniffled subtly, then straightened up. She held her hands in front of her and slightly lowered her head obediently.

Han Moze glanced emotionlessly at Qing’er, then walked over to the side of the writing table.

There was a sheet of fine writing paper nicely laid out on the table. He gently picked up the brush and dipped it in ink. He looked as though a thought came to mind, as his gaze became distracted and Liu Rushuang’s gentle face came to mind.

He carefully moved the brush and painted a faint outline of her. Then, he slowly filled in the details of her silhouette and lightly held onto the brush and filled in the details of her beautiful facial features. He pulled a hint of a gentle smile in the corner of his mouth.

Han Moze looked at the painting of Liu Rushuang, mesmerized for a long time. “Tell me things about Shuang’er’s past!” He said flatly.

Qing’er was slightly stunned, but she thought about it for a moment and slowly started to tell her story. “I met the young miss when I was eight years old. At the time, she had just turned ten and was out on a mission when she saw me being bullied. The young miss saved me and thereafter, she allowed me to stay in a house. From then on, she would come visit me once a month until she became the clan leader at fourteen years old. That’s when I followed her to the Blood Feast headquarters and found out that she only slept about two hours a day. She would spend most of her time being ordered around by the elders or go on missions. There was this one time when…”

Qing’er was so immersed in her thoughts of Liu Rushuang that she didn’t notice that tears had started brimming in Han Moze’s eyes.

Shuang’er, don’t let someone take you away from me!

A faint chill unleashed in the eerily quiet and dark cave.

After a few days of recovery, Black Cat Queen and Bat King’s condition significantly improved. However, they were still very weak.

Black Cat Queen used the cave walls to support her, as she stepped out of the cave. She looked at Nangong Ba who was lying on the floor in his blood-drenched clothes and untreated wounds. His complexion looked incredibly pale like paper and frighteningly ghastly.

Black Cat Queen stared at Nangong Ba with savage, beastly eyes. “Is this human dead?” She asked chillingly.

“Queen Mother, this man hasn’t been fed for five days now and he is also heavily wounded. He will last two days at most,” reported the gray cat demon beside her in a sharp voice.

Black Cat Queen slightly raised her brows, then gave a flat reply. “Don’t let that human die. Heal his wounds. Keeping him alive will come in handy.”

She then pulled out a white little bottle from her chest pocket and handed it to the gray cat demon. “Feed this to the human,” she ordered.

“Yes, Queen Mother.” The gray cat demon carefully took the bottle.

All of a sudden, a cat demon from the mountain forest flew over and screamed. “Queen Mother! Bad news! We’re in trouble!”

Black Cat Queen’s face immediately looked awful. “What’s got you all flustered?” She asked with furrowed brows.

The cat demon furrowed her brows and reported back with a sorrowful look on her face. “Queen Mother, the cats we went to Beiming were all wiped out yesterday by the emperor of Beiming!”

Black Cat Queen suddenly erupted in anger and gritted her teeth. “One of these days, I’ll personally kill that emperor to avenge our cats!”