The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 15 Lantern Festival

As night falls, the moonlight shines on the streets of Youdu, and the lanterns of every household are dotted in the night sky like stars.

Countless young men and women held hands and went to the moat to release bright Kongming lanterns. This place where demons and humans coexist has a bit more liveliness and warmth in the human world because of these lanterns.

"Lord Demon Lord, look over there, the lanterns are like stars, very dazzling."

Feng Ling said happily, but Nanchang Yue had no interest in it.

"There are so many people, don't just join in the fun with a lantern, why do you need to be so obsessed?"

Nanchang Yue frowned, obviously not liking this crowded atmosphere.

Seeing how tense his whole body was, Feng Ling couldn't help but laugh. The laughter was clear and sweet, which made Nanchang Yue stunned for a moment.

"Since Lord Demon Lord doesn't like this kind of occasion, just stay here and I'll watch the lanterns by myself."

Feng Ling blinked mischievously and decided not to care about his feelings.

She turned around and walked towards the crowded place, but unfortunately, she was accidentally stepped on by someone and her body was crumbling.

Nanchang Yue quickly grabbed her and saved her from falling.

"I've warned you many times." Nanchang Yue muttered silently in his heart, his heart beating faster. When he saw Feng Ling almost falling, he felt nervous as never before.

"Didn't I tell you how crowded this place is? If something happens to you, I won't save you."

Nanchang held Feng Ling's hand tightly, fearing that she would be in danger again.

"Demon Lord, can you hold my hand all the time? This way I won't be scattered by the crowd."

Feng Ling's request made Nanchang come back to his senses. He glared at her and threw his hand away.

"Don't push yourself too far."

He thought to himself, don't think that he doesn't know her little plan.

Feng Ling was not angry, and looked at him quietly, as if she had anticipated his reaction, without showing any emotion on her face.

Nanchang became more and more upset by her sight and turned around to avoid her gaze.

Seeing more and more pedestrians around him, he could only reluctantly reach out and hand the corner of his clothes to her.

"Hold on, if you get lost, I have to spend time to find you."

Nanchang Yue thought to himself that this was just a way to avoid trouble.

Seeing Feng Ling smiling, her face was full of happiness and satisfaction. She carefully reached out her hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

When Nanchang turned around, his ears were slightly red, he gritted his teeth, and the words "Keep away from strangers" were written all over his face.

He disliked Feng Ling's behavior and felt that as a demon king, it was beneath his status to accompany a woman to the night market.

But when he saw her red cheeks and her eyes filled with him, he felt that it was not so difficult to accept.

There was a sweetness in my heart that I had never felt before.

At this moment, Nanchang Yue's thoughts drifted to Feng Qianqian again.

He was always dotingly submissive when he was with her. In the crowd, she never worries about getting lost or getting lost, because she can always protect herself.

However, he always had concerns about this woman. He always felt that she was in danger, and unpredictable accidents would happen if she wasn't careful.

After careful consideration, Nanchang realized that this worry stemmed from Fengling being too fragile.

This woman has no spiritual talent and is not even as good as the Sasu disciple, the lowest status in the sect. Naturally, she cannot be compared with Feng Qianqian.

They strolled through the bustling street market, admiring various exquisite decorations, spices, rouge, gouache and other gadgets along the way. Finally, Feng Ling stopped in front of a hairpin stall.

The chubby stall owner saw their extraordinary temperament at a glance and enthusiastically recommended:
  "These two distinguished guests are truly the most well-matched couples I have ever seen tonight."

"Master, look at this sapphire hairpin. It is carefully carved from the finest sapphire and matches the lady's clothes perfectly. Why don't you give one to the lady?"

Feng Ling smiled and explained:
  "Boss, you misunderstood, we are not a couple."

Nan Changyue's fingers suddenly stopped in mid-air, especially after hearing her words, his brows couldn't help but furrow.

He took the hairpin, his face still gloomy, making it difficult for people to understand his thoughts.

The stall owner didn't care much about the relationship between the man and the woman. He thought they were either a couple or a couple in love.

After all, on a day like the Lantern Festival, apart from the deep affection between men and women traveling together, what other explanation can there be for them?

When Feng Ling saw Nanchang Yue reaching out for the hairpin, she thought of something. She asked tentatively,

"Does the Demon Lord want to buy this hairpin for my sister?"

When she asked this question, there was a flash of hope in her eyes, hoping that he would answer no.

Nanchang Yue's face instantly became gloomy. The hosta he held in his hand originally thought he had bought it for the woman in front of him.

He just felt that the hosta matched the color of her dress very well, and it should match well if worn on her head.

But this woman actually thought he bought it for Feng Qianqian. Nanchang felt an inexplicable anger and irritability. He didn't even know what he was angry about.

So, he replied impatiently,
  "So what, what does this have to do with you?" After saying that, he dropped the hosta and turned around to leave, leaving behind an angry and embarrassed look.

Feng Ling naturally followed him, but she no longer held his sleeve.

She walked slowly and lowered her eyes so that no one could see her expression clearly.

Feng Ling said softly, "The devil's vision is indeed unique. My sister will definitely like this hairpin very much."

Nanchang frowned and said with some dissatisfaction,

"That's enough, you don't need to mention it anymore. I don't need you to tell me what to do. Just remember your identity."

Feeling Nanchang Yue's anger, Feng Ling was obviously taken aback. She involuntarily raised her head to meet his gaze, but quickly moved away.

Fengling seemed to be used to Nanchang Yue's uncertain attitude.

Nanchang Yue also felt that what he just said was a bit excessive, but as a superior being, especially when facing someone like Feng Ling who was used to being in a disadvantaged position, he really couldn't bear to apologize.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little stiff.

As the sky gradually darkened, Fengling decided to take the initiative to break the silence.

She made her last little request, with a hint of regret in her tone.

"In that case, can Demon Lord accompany me to put out river lanterns once? After that, we can go back..."

Nanchang Yue didn't answer, but he had mixed feelings in his heart. He thought he would readily accept this request, but for some reason, an unwillingness to continue emerged in his heart.

Two emotions were intertwined in his heart: one was his persistent pursuit of Feng Qianqian, and the other was his dissatisfaction and struggle with the current situation.

The two of them strolled along the street to the upper reaches, admiring the beautiful scenery and flower boats. Finally, Feng Ling came to the river with a beautiful lantern that Nanchang Yue bought for her.

She carefully placed the lotus-shaped river lantern into the river.

Nanchang Yue watched her putting down the lamp and noticed that there seemed to be a note in the lamp. He couldn't help but asked curiously:
  "What did you put in the lamp?"

(End of this chapter)