Chapter 110 You Don't Understand the Pleasure of a Demon Consort

Chapter 110 You Don't Understand the Pleasure of a Demon Consort

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the rosewood dining table.

Today's breakfast was more lavish than ever before.

Crystal shrimp dumplings, crab roe pastries, bird's nest porridge... a whole table was laid out, all of which were Tang Li's favorite foods.

Pei Yunjing sat at the table, not in a hurry to go to the palace for a meeting as usual.

He peeled a quail egg in his hand and gracefully offered it to Tang Li's lips, watching her swallow it in one gulp, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.

Since last night's "confession session," Pei Yunjing's attitude towards Tang Li has undergone a fundamental change.

In the past, he treated her like a pet he was used to, or a medicinal ingredient he had to keep by his side.

Now, he treats her as his destined Gu.

A "poisonous creature" that is connected to him by blood, shares his honor and disgrace, and that only he can raise.

Anything fun to do today?

Pei Yunjing wiped his hands and asked casually.

Tangli's cheeks were puffed out, and she looked somewhat bewildered: "Hmm?"

"I am asking..."

Pei Yunjing leaned forward slightly, his phoenix eyes flashing with an almost childlike mischief and interest:

"Have your rat friends overheard any adults' corners of the wall? Or any birds trying to poop on the head of some censor?"

"If not, I can point them in a few directions."

Tang Li almost choked.

She looked at the regent in front of her, who was asking "whether or not to cause trouble" in a very serious manner, and felt speechless.

How come this person is even more obsessed than her?

Since accepting the premise that she is a "demon," this lunatic seems to have opened the door to a new world. Not only is she not afraid, but she also thoroughly enjoys the joy of "I have a cheat code, so who am I afraid of?"

"Let's call it a day..."

Tang Li swallowed the food in her mouth and waved her hand: "Those little guys were exhausted last night, they're all sleeping. And..."

She glanced at Uncle Zhao, who stood to the side, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back, and sighed:

"There's a lot of talk outside right now, saying I'm some kind of monster that brought the rat infestation. It's better to keep a low profile."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhao's face wrinkled up, and he said with deep concern:

"Yes, Your Highness. Rumors are flying all over the capital right now, saying that the Princess Consort is... well, you know. There are even a few scholars sitting in protest at the palace gates, demanding a thorough investigation of the Princess Consort..."

"A thorough investigation?"

Pei Yunjing's smile instantly cooled, replaced by a familiar, callous indifference to human life.

"Issue my decree."

He picked up his teacup, his tone as indifferent as if he were simply remarking on the pleasant weather.

"Anyone who dares to gossip behind the princess's back and speak ill of her will have their tongue pulled out and fed to the dogs."

“Those scholars who sit idly by, if they have nothing better to do, then send them all to the northern border to build the Great Wall. Since they have plenty of energy, then let them serve the country.”

Uncle Zhao trembled: "Yes! This old servant will take care of it right away!"

Tang Li felt a sweet warmth in her heart as she looked at Pei Yunjing's domineering and protective demeanor.

Is this what it feels like to have someone to rely on?

What happened to the demoness?

As long as the most powerful man in the world protects her, she would do anything, even tear a hole in the sky, just to see the stars!

...

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon.

In the back garden of the Regent's Palace, all was peaceful and serene.

Pei Yunjing sat in the large rosewood rocking chair, holding a military book in his hand.

Tang Li, meanwhile, lay sprawled on his lap, holding the heavy bunch of warehouse keys and counting the gems on them one by one.

The sunlight shone on the two of them, giving them a golden edge.

Pei Yunjing would occasionally lower his head and play with a strand of her long hair with his fingers, or feed her a peeled grape.

Big White lay at my feet snoring, while lightning swirled overhead.

Tang Li squinted, enjoying this top-tier "demon concubine" treatment, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

What's so good about being a good person?

Living a life of torment within those cold, hard rules.

It's better to be a vixen!

Especially when it's a demoness with powerful backing.

"What are you thinking about?" Pei Yunjing's deep voice sounded above his head.

"I'm thinking..." Tang Li held up the keys in her hand, smiling so wide her eyes disappeared. "Should we have braised pork or sweet and sour pork ribs for dinner?"

Pei Yunjing chuckled, about to say, "Do them all."

Sudden.

"Report—!!!"

A shrill, urgent, and broken-voice howl shattered the tranquility of the garden.

The sound was even more urgent and panicked than before, carrying a strong smell of blood.

Pei Yunjing's hand, which was turning the pages of the book, suddenly stopped, and Tang Li was so startled that she sat up from his lap.

A scout with three red feathers tucked into his back, covered in dust, tumbled and crawled into the back garden. Before he even reached it, he fell to his knees with a thud and roared hoarsely:

"Urgent dispatch! Red Feather's urgent report!"

The smile on Pei Yunjing's face vanished instantly.

He suddenly stood up, his languid aura vanished, replaced by the imposing aura of a war god commanding the three armies.

"speak!"

The scout looked up, his face streaked with tears and despair.

"The North...the North has fallen!"

"Two hundred thousand Northern Rong cavalry suddenly marched south, breaching three of our border cities in succession! The General Who Guards the North has been killed in battle! The northern defense line... has collapsed completely!"

"The enemy has advanced rapidly and is now less than a hundred li from Yanmen Pass! We beg Your Highness... we beg Your Highness for immediate reinforcements!"

boom--!

This news was a hundred times more explosive than gunpowder in the capital.

Pei Yunjing stood still, the military treatise in his hand shattered by the force of his internal energy.

His face was terribly gloomy, and the bloodshot in his eyes surged up again.

This is not a coincidence.

The spies, gunpowder, and assassinations in the capital were all for this moment.

In order to hold him back, and to allow the Northern Rong cavalry to trample the land of Dasheng!

"Prepare the horses."

Pei Yunjing coldly uttered two words.

He turned around and looked at Tang Li, who was standing to the side with a pale face.

"Tangli".

Pei Yunjing reached out and hugged her tightly, then released her, his eyes becoming resolute and sharp:

"Pack your things."

"This time, you will accompany me... to kill someone."

Volume 3: Winter's Fury