The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 11 I pretended to have amnesia

Feng Ling ducked behind the desk with dexterous movements, but was unexpectedly hit by an ancient book. She cried out in pain and could only plead:
  "Demon Lord, don't be angry, don't smash it again. I know I was wrong, I really just want to make you happy..."

However, Nanchang Yue, who was furious, couldn't listen at all, "Make me happy? Huh, great! I feel very happy to kill you now!"

"do not do that……"

Feng Ling tried to dodge, but when she got up, she was too strong and her head hit the wooden frame with a "bang".

"it hurts……"

She felt dizzy, and people had double images.

This time it was bad. She held her forehead and walked a few steps before her body collapsed weakly. At the last moment before she passed out, she saw the guy walking towards her with a sneer on his face.

"I have tolerated you for a long time..."

"You still dare to pretend to be dead. You really think that I am a fool and can't see your little tricks!"

Feng Ling was lying on the ground unresponsive. Nanchang Yue's patience had reached its limit. He grabbed her wrist and pulled Feng Ling up hard.
  "Get up quickly!"

Feng Ling, who was pulled in front of him, remained motionless, with blood streaming down his forehead. Nanchang was stunned for a moment, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Did this woman really faint?

The anger in Nanchang Yue's heart was extinguished instantly, replaced by a complicated feeling.

He threw her back to the ground with some annoyance and wanted to ignore her, but when he saw her eyes closed and her face pale, his heart softened.

"Come here," "Go and call the magic doctor."

Nanchang Yue felt a strange feeling in his heart. This woman seemed to be a little different.

He fell into deep thought, and his eyes revealed an indescribable emotion.

After the demon doctor completed the examination, he stepped aside and lowered his head to report to the demon king.
  "Demon Lord, my wife's health is not serious. She is just a little weak. Coupled with the fatigue of the past few days and the wound on her arm being infected, she fainted. As long as you have a good rest, you should be able to recover soon."

Nanchang Yue nodded slightly, then waved his hand to signal the magic doctor to go down.

"Okay, go and prepare some medicine for her. Just don't let her die."

After the demon doctor heard this, he couldn't help wiping the cold sweat on his forehead and carefully exited the hall.

Silence returned to the hall again.

The smoke from the incense burner slowly rose and filled the air.

As Nanchang looked at the sleeping Feng Ling, complex emotions began to surge in his heart.

Ever since she woke up from amnesia, things had developed more and more beyond his expectations.

Every word, every move she made was filled with admiration for him. However, he was not happy about this, but rather a little irritated.

He didn't need anyone to like him, let alone her who was just a substitute. She and Feng Qianqian are simply worlds apart and cannot be compared at all.

He thought about it for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that he was soft-hearted just because he loved Wujiwu. It was only because this woman looked similar to Feng Qianqian that he felt a little sympathy for her.

Nanchang was about to leave, but as soon as he stood up, he found that the corner of his clothes was caught by something.

Looking down, he saw that the woman's fingers were tightly grasping his sleeve.

He tried to pull it open, but it didn't work. This woman almost fainted, but she was still holding on so tightly.

He tried to open her fingers again, but heard her faint murmur,
  "Ah Yue, don't be angry...I won't leave you..." This voice made Nanchang Yue's movements freeze for an instant. She called him Ayue, and that's how she coaxed him that night.

A strange feeling suddenly arose in Nan Changyue's heart, as if his chest was lightly touched by something soft.

The world scorned him, and even the people he loved kept away from him, but this woman was different, actually liking him, a devil that everyone despised.

He stared at the sleeping face, with a hint of haggardness between his brows.

She did not sleep peacefully, her brows were slightly furrowed and her face was pale.

As a substitute, it is really a pity that she was short-lived. He couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart.

It wasn't until night fell that Feng Ling woke up from her deep sleep.

She opened her eyes and found herself in an unfamiliar purple gauze tent. Turning around, he saw Nanchang Yue sitting on the edge of the bed, closing his eyes and relaxing.

She felt warm in her heart and touched the gauze on her forehead with a smile. Although it hurt a little when she touched it, she understood that it was the result of taking care of him last night.

He originally planned to take the opportunity to pretend to be fainted and escape, but he fell into sleep unknowingly. Her physical strength was exhausted, leaving her unable to resist the attack of sleepiness.

She sat up slowly, and looking from another angle, Nanchang Yue's sleeping face looked even more beautiful.

She couldn't help but stretched out her fingers and gently poked his cheek, calling softly: "Demon Lord..."

"Demon Lord, are you asleep?" There was a hint of surprise in Feng Ling's tone.

She couldn't help but reach out to touch his eyelashes, but he still closed his eyes and showed no reaction.

Feeling bolder, she carefully held his hand and intertwined her fingers with his, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Feng Ling looked at Nanchang Yue's hand. The fingers were long and graceful, and the scars on the palm added a bit of fragile beauty. She rubbed the back of his hand and said in a low voice:

"Would you be angry if I lied to you?"

Nanchang became more and more confused. What was she lying to him about? Before he could figure it out, she continued:

"Actually, I don't have amnesia. Amnesia is just a cover so that I can approach you without any worries."

So that was the case, he had long seen that her amnesia was fake, but he just didn't expose it.

What he was more concerned about was, what else did she know, and where was Feng Qianqian?

"One more thing, I know that the person the Demon Lord likes is my sister, so I chose to pretend to have amnesia, deliberately imitating my sister's every move, completely turning myself into her substitute, and staying with you."

"I don't care if the demon king regards me as her substitute, nor do I mind becoming someone else's shadow forever... I just hope that one day, when you turn around, you can see my existence."

"If you like that kind of character, I will try my best to pretend, just to make you happy..."

Feng Ling's eyes were full of tenderness, and her fingers gently touched his palm. Her voice became quieter and quieter, but full of determination.

"Even if the world says you are an evil devil, I am still willing to stand by your side."

"So, can you like me a little more? It doesn't need to be too much, a little is enough. I don't have too much greed, and I am very satisfied."

Hearing this sudden confession, his heart was pricked. The strange feeling became even stronger, even making him breathless.

Nanchang Yue never imagined that someone would be so infatuated, knowing that he was a substitute, but not caring at all. He felt his heart tighten and tried to control his emotions.

　The Demon Lord has fallen! The drama queen is so awesome! When it comes to acting, you’re even fooling yourself! !

　　
  　
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