The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 4 Demon Lord Nanchangyue

Nanchang Yue, the main villain in this story, is not only cruel and powerful, but also extremely ruthless.

Apart from his deep affection for the heroine, he has no mercy for anyone.

As the leader among the crazy male protagonists, he is undoubtedly a big problem in the task.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Feng Ling knew that a simple head-on confrontation would obviously not lead to success.

Coupled with the restriction that the original body cannot practice, it is almost impossible to make him surrender through force.

Therefore, the only way is to touch his heartstrings and make him willing to give everything for her just like he was for Feng Qianqian.

This kind of love, although cliché, is so powerful that it can change everything. And this dog system seems to particularly like this setting.

"Madam, you are finally awake."

As she was deep in thought, the maid's voice drew her attention back. She looked at the maid and found that she was walking towards her with a bowl of medicine soup. The strong smell of medicine immediately filled the whole room.

Feng Ling's slender eyebrows frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable. She moved back and said, "You call me madam? Whose madam is it?"

The maid was stunned for a moment, the medicinal soup in her hand shook slightly, and some of the medicinal juice splashed on the ground, "You are the wife of the Demon Lord, don't you...don't remember?"

Feng Ling tilted her head and asked doubtfully, "Is there anything I should remember?"

With a "bang", the porcelain bowl fell to the ground and instantly fell into pieces.

After a long time, the maid had wiped away the traces on the ground and walked into the Demon Lord's palace with a look of horror.

At this time, the Demon Lord had changed from a wedding robe into a black robe, and the loose cuffs had fallen off. He was looking intently at the painting on the desk, which he painted for Feng Qianqian.

Since there was no trace of her, this painting became his inner sustenance.

Suddenly, the footsteps of the maid came from the palace. She glanced at the Demon Lord's face and said tremblingly:
  "Lord Demon Lord, madam, she... was over-stimulated, causing amnesia. She can't remember anything now."

The Demon Lord sneered and his eyes became sharp, "Amnesia? Very good, I want to see what kind of tricks this woman is playing."

Nanchang Yue felt quite strange about what he saw in the palace yesterday.

After a moment of hesitation, he decided to keep the impostor alive. Even though I felt weird afterwards.

But when he thought about it, it was just a fake. Just because she was somewhat similar to the one he loved, he softened his heart for a moment.

Now she wakes up and claims she doesn't remember anything. Nanchang became more dissatisfied with this and narrowed his eyes.

Regardless of whether she has real amnesia or fake amnesia, he will not easily let go of this woman who plays tricks on him.

After the maid informed her, she carefully stepped back.

Nanchang Yue walked into Fengling's bedroom expressionlessly and stepped into the inner bedroom.

At this time, Feng Ling was being persuaded by the maid to drink medicine, but she shook her head and refused.

Just when the maid was in trouble, there was a sound of footsteps. Nanchang stepped forward and impatiently waved his hand to the maid to let her out. The little maid holding the medicine soup was so frightened that she even forgot to salute. She hurriedly put down the medicine bowl, glanced at Feng Ling sympathetically and left.

Nanchang Yue's eyes were fixed on the figure on the bed. The girl was lying on her side on the soft pillow. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, making her pale face even more obvious.

Because of his sudden intrusion, a trace of surprise flashed in the girl's eyes.

She slowly raised her head, her black eyes moving flexibly, but not showing the slightest fear. The woman seemed unafraid of him.

"Who are you anyway?"

The girl's brows wrinkled slightly, showing a confused look. She opened her lips slightly, and her originally bloodless lips were stained with some concoction, making them look a little rosy.

The girl tilted her head slightly, as if searching for clues to her memory in her mind.

Nanchang Yue sneered disdainfully. Would he believe such poor acting skills?

He reached out and pinched Feng Ling's chin, forced her to look directly into his eyes, and mocked condescendingly:
  "Why, don't you remember anything about that day?"

"Then do you want me to call someone to review it for you again?"

His lips were pale, but his eyes contained clear murderous intent.

Feng Ling cursed in her heart, this stupid thing. It's really a snake disease.

For Feng Ling, this action forced her to look directly at Na Changyue. Those eyes that were very similar to Feng Qianqian stared at him tightly, making him unable to look away.

Nanchang Yue's fingers paused slightly, and he subconsciously relaxed his strength. This was his tenderness towards Feng Qianqian.

Why hadn't he noticed that the two of them were so similar before?
  Feng Ling's eyebrows were slightly raised, and a look of confusion flashed across her face, but it was quickly replaced by deep thought.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and a smile as bright as the warm spring sun broke out on her face. The smile was exactly the same as when they first met.

"Husband."

She called softly, her voice full of tenderness and kindness.

"They all call me madam, so you are my husband, right?"

Feng Ling looked at Nanchang Yue calmly, without a trace of fear in her eyes. Nanchang Yue's expression became more gloomy.

This woman is so bold. He wanted to see if she could still call him so calmly when facing death.

"Husband".

"Why don't you say anything? Are you acquiescing!"

"I was still very surprised at first, whose wife I would be? But since I met you, I know that I must be your wife."

"Because my heart beats faster when I see you?"

(End of this chapter)