The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 12 Confession Bureau
  "By the way, Lord Demon King, do you still remember the scene when we first met?"

Feng Ling tilted her head, her thoughts drifting back to the past.
  “That was my first journey into the fairy gate to find my sister, but I was attacked by a monster on the way.

At that moment, Lord Demon Lord descended like a god, exuding an awe-inspiring and mysterious fairy aura, making people want to get close but dare not touch him.

You patted my shoulder gently with your broad palm and comforted me with your powerful voice, telling me not to be afraid.

From that moment on, I had a deep affection for you, Lord Demon Lord..."

The harder Nanchang tried to remember, he couldn't remember this scene.

However, he did kill monsters at the foot of the mountain and saved many villagers. But now, as he listened to her description, his heart beat much faster.

"Lord Demon King may have forgotten that scene. I was wearing a veil at that time and could only look at you secretly.

And you have not seen my true face. In the days that followed, I often wondered, if I met you first, would you fall in love with me?

But the reality is, we miss each other. I thought I would never see you again, but fate is so magical. You actually came to my house to propose marriage..."

"Maybe this is fate,"

Feng Ling said softly, with a touch of joy in her tone,
  "I am actually willing to marry in place of my sister. Because I know that this is an opportunity for me to meet the Demon Lord again..."

Nanchang clenched his fists unconsciously. He had never thought that there was such a past between them.

This woman has been guarding him silently, but he knows nothing about it. Nanchang took a deep breath, feeling a surge of complicated emotions in his heart.

However, even if we know the truth, what can we do?
  The person he cares about is always Feng Qianqian, this is an unchangeable fact. No matter how you imitate, the substitute is still just a substitute.

What he pursues is always that sincere feeling.

Nanchang thought more and more, and his mood gradually calmed down. At this time, he noticed that Feng Ling's voice had stopped.

While he was doubting, a warm itch suddenly came from his lips, and something was approaching. Nanchang Yue was stunned and instantly understood her intention.

The air seemed to have solidified. He closed his eyes and felt her gentle breath, with its unique fragrance and softness.

Feng Ling slowly approached his face, and when she was about to touch his lips, she whispered:

"Demon Lord, only this time..."

However, Nanchang Yue opened his eyes at this moment, and his gaze fell directly on her face.

The room suddenly fell into silence, so quiet that even the sound of breathing disappeared. Only the candle on the copper stand was burning, making a faint crackling sound.

When Na Changyue lowered his head to look at her, the distance between the two was suffocatingly close. Just one inch closer and he could touch her lips.

At this moment, Nanchang Yue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He stared into Feng Ling's eyes, which were clear and bright, with gentle emotions flowing through them, as if she was showing him all the secrets in her heart.

However, Feng Ling quickly realized her gaffe.

A blush quickly appeared on her cheeks, and her fingers unconsciously tightened the corner of his sleeve, and then loosened it in a panic.

Finally, she lowered her head, not daring to look at him again.

There was no expression on Na Changyue's face. He tried his best to maintain a calm tone and asked, "What are you doing?"

He didn't know why he had to hide it like this, but he had this reaction naturally in his heart.

Although he looked calm on the outside, his clenched fists betrayed his inner turmoil.

Feng Ling didn't dare to look up at him. After hearing his question, her face became even more rosy. She hesitated for a moment, trying to calm down her mood, and then pretended to be nonchalant and said:

"I was just... driving away mosquitoes. It seemed like... well, a mosquito landed on you just now."

Nanchang Yue's eyes were as cold as ice, as if he wanted to see through Feng Ling.

"What did you say?"

His tone was cold, as if he wasn't expecting her answer.

Feng Ling's heart trembled, and after hesitating for a moment, she spoke cautiously,
  "Well, Demon Lord, I didn't say anything. Please don't misunderstand me."

She lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Nanchang Yue raised the corners of his mouth slightly, half smiling,

"Really? Then what exactly did you say to me?"

As soon as he raised his hand, Feng Ling was pulled towards him by an invisible force.

She was startled and raised her head with a hint of panic in her eyes, "Demon Lord, I..."

Under Nanchang Yue's sharp gaze, she reflexively opened the quilt and ran towards the door.

But this time, he took a step ahead of her and held her waist tightly with his big hands.

Nanchang pressed her back onto the bed with unstoppable strength.

He wanted to scare her, but the softness and warmth under his palms were beyond his expectation. Nanchang's heart skipped a beat and he realized that he had touched something he shouldn't have touched.

Feng Ling's eyes widened, her red lips slightly opened, like a frightened deer, her face suddenly turned red and white, then white and red again. Seeing her panic expression, Nanchang's heart tightened inexplicably and he quickly withdrew his hand.

She took the opportunity to push him away, turned around and ran away, leaving only the embarrassment in the room and the beating of their hearts.

From that day on, the atmosphere between the two seemed to have quietly changed.

Feng Ling had not set foot in the main hall for several days, and Nanchang Yue did not notice anything strange at first. But on the third day, he began to feel something was wrong.

Despite his dull personality, he was aware that the woman was deliberately avoiding him. But why? Doesn't she have a soft spot for him?
  Why has he disappeared recently? Could this be her feelings for him?

Nanchang Yue was filled with confusion and couldn't help but start thinking about the reasons. What exactly went wrong?

Perhaps even he himself didn't realize that he was becoming more and more concerned about Feng Ling.

Lord Demon Lord was in a bad mood, which made the maids around him tremble with fear, fearing that they would offend him and be killed by his palm.

After careful consideration, Nanchang Yue still couldn't suppress the irritability in his heart and asked the maid beside him coldly: "What is she busy with?"

The maid was stunned for a moment, and after looking up and seeing the expression on the Demon Lord's face, she cautiously replied:
  "Is the Demon Lord asking about Madam's current situation?"

Nanchang Yue gave her a threatening look, and the meaning of that look was obvious - who else could it be besides her?

The maid understood instantly and quickly reported Feng Ling's situation:

"Madam was ill a few days ago and has been recuperating in the dormitory these days."

"Her illness came at just the right time!"

Nanchang Yue snorted coldly, obviously not believing it. How could Feng Ling, who was so lively just a few days ago, suddenly become ill?

(End of this chapter)