I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 53 Each Person's Plans

What a spoilsport that brother of his is!

"Brother, the princess has repeatedly shown you affection, but you have no feelings for her. So why are you stopping me?"

"I have something to tell you."

Afterwards, Su Fengjun told Su Fengling everything that Zhongli Yueluo had told him.

At this moment, Su Fengling also had the same question: How did she know?

“I think the princess is right. Perhaps it’s time for us to have a good talk with the young lord of the Zhen clan.”

"Don't forget, the princess is also that person's bloodline. If he sides with the Zheng Clan, our Wind Chime Ghost Clan will be in danger."

"Yes, brother, you're right. That's why I'm even more determined to get the princess!" He narrowed his eyes, looking somewhat obsessed.

He thought that perhaps Zhongli Yueluo hadn't gone far, and he could still catch up with her.

But then he glanced at his brother's expression and knew he should get down to business first.

"I'll go to the Ghost Clan Inn and tell them. You stay in the courtyard and wait for Spirit Butterfly's reply."

After Su Fengjun finished speaking, he gradually disappeared into the air. Su Fengling lowered his eyes and nodded.

Zhongli Yueluo walked out quickly, and when she turned around and found that no one was chasing after her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She managed to dodge the question again tonight, but she can't avoid it any longer—who will she go to next?

Back in her room, He Yuhuan was waiting for her, tilting her head as she looked at her: "Master, why are you back again?"

"People don't like me," she said, but her face was all smiles.

He Yuhuan said "Oh," yawned, and lay down on the bed. She had been waiting for her.

At this moment, Emperor Zhongli Quan was in his bedchamber, and he felt that he could not breathe properly.

Yin Manling, dressed alluringly, lay on his lap, her eyes radiating seductive charm.

Her hand gently traced his chest: "Demon Lord, come here."

Zhongli Quanhuang's eyes were glazed over as he held her hand.

He was still struggling internally... As the red veil fluttered, he gradually closed his eyes, feeling as if he were about to ascend to heaven.

Yin Manling's fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his back.

He frowned, but didn't stop. Her eyes were cold, but the corners of her mouth were upturned.

After tonight, which should be the last time, his consciousness will be completely lost.

After the candles went out, Yin Manling got dressed and licked her lips.

He then playfully wiped his hands with a handkerchief before leaving the bedchamber.

Zhongli Quanhuang rolled his eyes and slowly woke up.

He knew perfectly well that she had no love for him, only used him.

Every time I go to bed, I can feel the demonic energy being drawn away from my body.

His body is now extremely weak, and even an unknown nobody could kill him.

He coughed violently, and his bodyguard approached and whispered in his ear.

Zhongli Yueluo had already changed her clothes and was about to lie down when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Who is it? I'm still looking for her all night.

She sat up in bed, put on a coat, and waved to open the door.

Why was that her father's close confidant appearing at her door at night?

She looked around again, but didn't seem to sense Tao Xia and Wu Luo nearby.

"Princess, the Demon Lord requests your presence at the Taiyuan Palace."

"Now?"

The eunuch nodded respectfully; he had never summoned her so late before.

Something serious must have happened.

She quickly put on her outer garment and ran into Yan Ruoyu on the road.

He walked towards her, and she asked in confusion. The eunuch said, "The Demon Lord also summoned Prince Consort Yan."

She nodded, recalling that her father and Yan Ruoyu had secretly talked before, but she had only overheard them once.

Perhaps this has happened several times before; since we've been summoned together, let's go.

It was late at night, and there were hardly any patrols on the road they were walking on.

Perhaps he deliberately dismissed the servants on either side.

Seeing the eunuch's serious expression, she wanted to ask, but then she didn't.

He glanced at Yan Ruoyu beside him, who also seemed full of doubt.

Upon entering Emperor Zhongli Quan's bedchamber, all the servants withdrew, and Zhongli Yueluo and Yan Ruoyu knelt down to pay their respects.

Zhongli Quanhuang was coughing badly and beckoned to Zhongli Yueluo through the curtain: "Yueluo, come here, cough cough cough... Prince Consort Yan, get up."

Yan Ruoyu stood up and stepped aside, showing no intention of listening to their conversation.

Zhongli Yueluo lifted the curtain and saw that her father's face was pale and his breathing was weak.

"Yue Luo, there is a secret I think I should tell you. You are actually a descendant of the Blood Demon Clan."

Then he looked up at Yan Ruoyu and said, "I'm sure you've heard about the Blood Demon Clan's abilities, Your Highness."

"Now that both of the prince consorts are from the Wind Spirit Ghost Clan, I am worried that they will harm the princess if they find out."

"So, I agree to what you said before."

He finished speaking these few words in fits and starts.

Yan Ruoyu cupped her hands and said, "Demon Lord, the princess and I have already reached another agreement."

"Furthermore, please rest assured, Demon Lord, I will definitely protect the princess. I believe the two young lords of the Wind Spirit Ghost Clan will not harm the princess."

"The heart of evil is no longer what it used to be; once interests are involved, who can say for sure what will happen?"

"Moreover, the Western Demon Mountain is on the verge of collapse, and Yue Luo is not yet capable of confronting it."

"Father! What do you mean by saying this? Didn't I already tell you not to associate with that Yin Manling anymore..."

She stopped there, after all, her mother had been very good at pretending for over a thousand years.

Now that the time is right, she will stop acting.

"The Demon Lord?" Yan Ruoyu had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

But this is a family matter of his Ximo Mountain, so it's not appropriate to interfere too much.

"As long as I live, I will remain the Demon Lord of West Demon Mountain, but the clans below have long wanted to overthrow my Zhongli clan."

"After the lantern festival, I will find an excuse to fall ill, and then let you leave so that I can find a way to open up the Northern Demon Mountain."

Zhongli Yueluo's brows suddenly furrowed, and she began to find it difficult to understand her father.

Knowing full well the power of the Blood Demon Clan, why still want to bring them into the world?

Or perhaps he also wanted to take advantage of his mother's clan, but suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

Perhaps he knows her mother is still alive? Getting her to open the Northern Demon Mountain would come at a bloody price!

"Father, no, Lord Father, do you also desire the power of the Northern Demon Mountain? Do you also wish to overturn the balance of this Demon Realm!"

As she spoke, her expression turned serious, and a surge of anger rose within her.

"Yueluo, I think your maternal clan will be your support. If I am gone one day, will the Yin family still let you live?"

Zhongli Yueluo felt a pang of sorrow, wondering if her father knew that Zhongli Yu was not his biological daughter.

Seeing his pale face and weak body, and seeing that Yan Ruoyu was still there, she dared not ask or speak.

"Prince Consort Yan, I entrust Yueluo to you." Then, with a wave of his hand, a box appeared out of thin air.

On the table next to Yan Ruoyu, he gestured for Yan Ruoyu to open it.

He hesitated for a moment, then opened it. Inside, it was filled with dazzling light and the flow of demonic energy.