The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 14 Stay with me for a day

After hearing this, Feng Ling trembled violently, and her tears fell like broken beads.

He raised his blurred eyes, stretched out his hand feebly, and grabbed Nanchang Yue's sleeve.
  "Do you know what you are talking about? How could you..."

"We are already husband and wife, and I am already your wife. How can you let me marry anyone else?"

"If you have any resentment towards me, I can leave...I will walk away far away and never appear in front of you again. Just please don't do this, okay?"

Seeing Feng Ling like this, Nanchang felt a pang in his heart, but his anger and disappointment instantly overwhelmed this tenderness.

He avoided meeting her eyes and said coldly:

"No, I never thought of marrying you. I will repay you for the shame your family and Mo Feiming have given me. Since you are so keen on being a substitute, then I will satisfy you."

Feng Qianqian still had the upper hand in his heart at this moment.

The more Nanchang didn't want to hurt the one he loved, so he vented all his inner anger on the woman in front of him.

Suddenly, he recalled what happened a few days ago. Feng Ling vowed to love him, which made him want to believe it. For a moment, he was almost moved by her words.

However, when he thought of these words, Nanchang Yue's heart tightened involuntarily.

Staring straight at Feng Ling, he asked:

"Didn't you say you like me? If that's the case, why aren't you even willing to do this for me?"

Feng Ling subconsciously took a few steps back and looked at the person in front of her. She couldn't even cry. There was only sadness and despair in her heart. Shaking his head feebly,

"I won't promise you..."

Seeing Feng Ling's devastated look, Nanchang Yue felt a complex emotion welling up in his heart, with pleasure and discomfort intertwined.

However, he quickly suppressed this uncomfortable feeling and said with a sneer:

"Do you think I care about your feelings? I never get what I want, I just tell you."

Feng Ling's body couldn't help but tremble, and she managed to stand steady while holding on to the wooden frame. He looked up at Nanchang Yue, tears welling up in his eyes, but he forced out a bleak smile:

"The Demon Lord asked me to marry Mo Feiming just to humiliate him and me?"

Nanchang Yue looked at her desolate look, and couldn't help but feel a little unbearable, but he said coldly:
  "Yeah, what? Is there a problem?"

Feng Ling bit her lips tightly, blood spilled out, and her voice trembled: "So my lord hates me so much..."

Feng Ling didn't seem to feel any pain, but the original bright light in her eyes suddenly disappeared and became dull.

Then, she gently wiped the tears from her eyes and turned her head away, not wanting him to see her current expression.

Say softly: "I agree to your request."

"But, I also have a condition."

Feng Ling took a deep breath. Although the tears she had just wiped away filled her eyes again, she didn't care.

Say firmly: "I just hope you can stay with me for one day, just one day. On this day, I don't want to be anyone's substitute. I just want to be myself and spend this day."

"After that, I will marry Mo Feiming as you wish. Can you promise me?"

After hearing this, Nanchang felt as if something was suppressing his heart, making him breathless.

Looking at Feng Ling's red eyes that had lost all hope, her heart suddenly trembled.

Then, he unexpectedly said the word "good" out of nowhere.

That day happened to be the Lantern Festival in Youdu City.

Since the last quarrel, Nanchang Yue has sent demon guards to the mortal world to monitor the movements of the two Mo Feiming, so as not to alert the enemy.

He tried to keep himself busy to avoid thinking of Feng Ling's pale and desperate face. Every time I think of her, I have the urge to run away.      When I recalled what he said to Feng Ling, my heart felt like I was being suffocated.

After all, those words were too heartless for a woman who liked him.

Nanchang took a deep breath, trying to calm the discomfort in his heart. He clearly loves Feng Qianqian, and the person he wants is also Feng Qianqian, always.

No matter how much Feng Ling imitates her, she is still just a fake.

How can a fake compare to the real Feng Qianqian? She is just a stand-in.

He told himself repeatedly in his heart, but the vague dull pain in his heart never disappeared, as if he had lost something important.

Therefore, Nanchang Yue's face has never been good. From the outside, he was angry because Feng Qianqian and Mo Feiming were about to get married.

The next day, when Feng Ling, dressed in an elegant green dress, stood gracefully outside the palace waiting for Nanchang Yue, he had a strange look on his face.

He thought she would blame him and hate him. After all, he had forced her to marry someone else, and his behavior was too much... However, the clarity and moistness in Feng Ling's eyes made him suspicious.

Nanchang was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but ask:

"Why...why are you wearing these clothes?"

In his impression, she always wore a red dress, gorgeous and eye-catching, as hot as fire. Now she put on a green dress, as gentle as water, making him feel like he was in another world.

Feng Ling thought about it, and she clearly remembered what the guide said:

If you want to take it, you must first give it. Nanchang became more and more confused about her transformation, which was a good sign. She raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said with a smile:
  "What do you think of my clothes?"

The smile was bright and charming, which was very different from what he had seen in the past, which made him feel dizzy.

"Does it look good? I once lost myself and put on red clothes that I didn't like in order to imitate others. In fact, I prefer this green, which is full of life."

Nanchang Yue was silent for a moment, and he understood the reason behind her imitating others.

But so what?
  No matter how similar the imitation is, she is never that person.

Feng Ling walked towards him, her green dress swaying gently with her steps, and the ribbon around her waist dancing in the wind, making her look more lively and agile.

Nanchang Yue avoided her eyes and said coldly,

"It's up to you. What you like to wear has nothing to do with me. From today on, we have nothing to do with each other."

He will be with Feng Qianqian, and they are the real couple.

Since you can't change what you promised her, just spend one day with her.

Nanchang Yue felt that Feng Ling's body stiffened and her face turned slightly pale, but she quickly returned to normal.

"I know, but... the Demon Lord should also remember what he said. Stay with me today and don't treat me as anyone's substitute."

Looking at her calm eyes, Nanchang Yue suddenly felt something strange in his heart.

He frowned and said, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

Feng Ling smiled gently at him, and then made her request.
  "Demon Lord, you don't need to do anything. You just need to have a fun day in the Demon City with me."

Nanchang was stunned. What a weird request this was.

It wasn't until they really stepped out of the outside world that Nanchang Yue suddenly realized that today was the prosperous Lantern Festival in the world, and the Magic City happened to retain this custom in the world. He had never noticed this detail before.

As a monk who devotes himself to cultivation, Nanchang Yue has never found human festivals interesting. However, in his memory, his happiest time in the world was actually the day when he and Feng Qianqian went down the mountain to slay demons...

But tonight's Lantern Festival gave him a whole new experience.

(End of this chapter)