Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

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“You offended the Emperor of Beiming, didn’t you? He shut down the Zuiyun in Beiming and requested that you personally go discuss it with him,” cried the Second Elder in a strict voice.

There was an instant glint of incredible ruthlessness in Liu Rushuang’s eyes. Oh good one, Han Moze! Emperor of Beiming! Has he become addicted to bullying me?

“Xuewu, put an end to the trouble you created. Set out today,” urged Ming Ye with a soft smile.

Why did this former clan leader just love to push her into heart of the storm? Liu Rushuang scoffed coldly.

“Little girl, it looks like you have no choice but to take a trip to Beiming,” said the Great Elder warmly with a forced a smile.

Liu Rushuang pursed her lips helplessly. Fine, she’ll go. Worse comes to worst, she’ll avoid Han Moze from now on.

Han Moze would let her go once he’s bored with her!

“Milady, I’m willing to send people to protect you,” said Mo Ye elegantly.

“I would like to go too,” continued Mo Ye immediately after.

“Milady, I want to go protect you too,” said Mei Ye earnestly with a sweet smile.

Liu Rushuang glanced at the three of them with no emotions and cried, “Old rules. Let’s draw for it.”

After the draw ended, it was decided that Mo Ye would escort her. Mo Ye was naturally delighted, as this was a great opportunity to get to know the clan leader. His dark red lips raised slightly.

Lin Ye and Mei Ye’s eyes instantly fell dark. They too wanted to protect the clan leader.

Although the four elders couldn’t bear for this to happen, there was no other way.

Mo Ye pulled a meaningful smile. This whole endeavour didn’t seem so simple.

Thereafter, he thought about Number Three and Number Eighteen and how he should call them to come out of the deep valley. Since the clan leader left, they must be having a disastrous time. After all, they were good seeds to possibly be nurtured into the next clan leader.

After Liu Rushuang finished her preparations, she left with Qing’Er and Mo Ye in the late afternoon.

Six days later, the three of them reached the Capital. Mo Ye discreetly arranged for the Blood Feast assassins to protect Liu Rushuang.

Liu Rushuang and Qing’Er arrived at a Blood Feast restaurant called Fengman. Fengman had four floors and it was located rather far from Zuiyun. However, it was also a big restaurant.

The manager, who was dressed in brown with gold embroidery, saw the Blood Feast tally that Liu Rushuang pulled out and a smile immediately appeared upon his slightly chubby face. Then, he escorted Liu Rushuang up to the fourth floor. Whoever held that tally, could use the manager’s power at will, so he must take good care of her. Otherwise, what was he going to do if she fired him?

But just when she reached the fourth floor, two women in red blocked Liu Rushuang’s way.

“Manager, my master already reserved the entire fourth floor and yet you’re leading someone up here. What is the meaning of this?” Asked a pretty woman in red with a sweet voice.

The manager didn’t look too well. There were sixteen square rooms on the fourth floor and Nangong Ba only used just the one. What’s wrong with freeing up one room for someone else?

He forced a smile and said, “Lady, please ask your master to free one room. As the manager, I will immediately return half the money.”

“No,” persisted the women in red. Her master was rich beyond compare. The hell was she going to let other people get close.

Liu Rushuang smiled coldly. This was her turf and yet she still had to be considerate of other people?

So, she gently waved her long sleeve and pushed the woman dressed in red in front of her to the floor.

Sprawled on the floor, the woman in red coughed a few times and wanted to get up, but it felt like all strength had left her body. The look on her face couldn’t help but appear stunned. Why did this woman’s one light wave hurt her so severely inside? Just how powerful was her inner breath?

Another woman in red saw the commotion and immediately entered one of the rooms on the fourth floor. Then, she kneeled and reported, “Sir, there is a woman who insists on coming to the fourth floor that she beat Xiamei down.”