Holy Son, Run! The Demon Empress Wants You as Her Consort! - Chapter 4:

Chapter 4: Darling, I Want to Play a Little Game With You

The air fell silent for three seconds.

Realizing what had happened, You Yiran quickly stepped back in a fluster—and in her panic, accidentally stepped on Lin Ruhai several more times.

Even as the Empress of the Netherveil Continent, she couldn’t help but feel a little awkward. After all, now that she was marrying Lin Ze, Lin Ruhai had technically become her father-in-law.

Shocking! The daughter-in-law’s first meeting with her father-in-law… and she stomped him underfoot!

Lin Ruhai held his aching back and stood up, glaring furiously at You Yiran, “You demoness! As long as I’m here, don’t even think about taking my precious son away!”

You Yiran ignored his rage and looked at Lin Ze, “Are you willing to come with me?”

Lin Ze nodded without hesitation, “Yes, yes! Yiran, I’m a million times willing!”

“My son! This woman is a ruthless, cold-blooded devil—”

Lin Ze scolded, “Father, shut up! I won’t let you talk like that about your wonderful daughter-in-law!”

Lin Ruhai nearly blacked out from anger, almost collapsing to the ground.

You Yiran tilted her head, confused by this father-son dynamic. “You two really are quite the pair.”

“Lin Ze, I’ll give you a chance to choose. Since you’re willing to come with me, just know that if you go back on your word later, don’t blame me for killing you myself!”

Go back on my word? I’m afraid you won’t take me with you!

Lin Ze secretly grinned with joy. He spun in place a few times, beaming, “Darling, how do you like my groom’s robe?”

You Yiran was silent for a few seconds. “Let’s go.”

Just then, Er Hu rushed forward and hugged Lin Ze’s leg tightly, crying snot and tears, “Holy Son, take me with you!”

“I, Er Hu, live for the Holy Son, and die as the Holy Son’s ghost!”

With this brute clinging to his leg, Lin Ze couldn’t move an inch. He tried to coax him gently, “Er Hu, be good. When I get back, I’ll buy you a Ghostfire Flying Sword…”

“I don’t want it!”

“Let go of me first… Let go of me, damn it! My leg’s going numb!”

Lin Ze yelled.

After being yelled at, Er Hu cried even harder.

This 2-meter-tall man, with a face like an iron mallet, was now sobbing like a child, tears and snot streaming down.

Beside them, You Yiran watched coldly. The noise was giving her a headache. She waved her hand and tore open a rift in space, taking both of them away with her.

Watching the space close behind them, Lin Ruhai shouted helplessly, “Don’t worry, son! I will rescue you from that demon’s lair!”

Several nearby elders looked hesitant. “Um… Sect Master, the Holy Son looked pretty happy to go…”

Lin Ruhai turned and snapped, “What the hell do you know?!”

“The Holy Son is sacrificing his personal happiness to protect our Azure Spirit Holy Land! He’s doing it all for the greater good!”

“My son is so noble!”

Everyone present suddenly wore expressions of realization.

After all, the Holy Son had spent years searching for beauties to marry, and word had long spread throughout the holy land.

No one really believed Lin Ze would voluntarily live with a disfigured and violent Empress.

There must be something hidden behind all this!

Thinking this, the elders and disciples of Azure Spirit Holy Land wiped the tears from their eyes. “Sob sob… the Holy Son is too noble!”

“We must rescue the Holy Son!”

“That’s right! We will never bow to evil forces!”

Hearing these declarations, Lin Ruhai nodded in comfort.

Then he issued a public announcement:

“Whoever rescues my son will receive 100 million spirit stones and be forever honored as a VIP of the Azure Spirit Holy Land!”

As soon as this notice was released, the entire Azure Cloud Continent shook. Countless experts, assassins, and killers emerged and headed straight for the border of the Netherveil Continent.

…

Meanwhile, completely unaware of this, Lin Ze was focused on how to get closer to You Yiran.

He had already gone over the system rules.

As long as he made intimate contact with his Binding Target, he could earn system points.

The more intimate the interaction, the greater the reward.

Thinking of this, Lin Ze reached out and held You Yiran’s jade-like hand.

It was slightly cold, but soft like cotton, stirring an irresistible urge to gently knead it in his palm.

You Yiran’s body trembled, and she turned in shock to look at Lin Ze. This man dared to hold her hand?

Lin Ze shrank back his head. Even through the black veil, he could feel her gaze like icy blades.

“Darling, holding hands between husband and wife is totally reasonable, right?”

“You’re pushing your luck!”

You Yiran snapped and flung his hand away, then kicked both him and Er Hu out of the space tunnel with one strike.

In the Netherveil Palace…

Two streaks of light shot across the sky and landed squarely in an open-air hot spring.

Splash!

The water splashed violently as two disheveled figures climbed out of the spring.

“Holy Son, I told you that woman’s got a screw loose!”

Lin Ze snapped, “Shut up! Don’t you dare speak like that about my precious baby!”

“Beating means she cares, scolding means she loves.”

“…?”

Er Hu was completely dumbfounded.

Lin Ze looked down at his right hand that had held You Yiran’s, his expression blissful.

[Ding! Handholding successful. Points +10.]

Rolling his eyes at the dazed Er Hu, Lin Ze snorted, “You don’t understand.”

Then he began walking toward the palace hall of the Netherveil Palace.

Er Hu cautiously followed behind, muttering in his heart, “No way… could the Holy Son be a masochist? Hiss… it all makes sense now!”

“This palace is huge. Where am I supposed to find my darling’s bridal chamber?”

Lin Ze muttered to himself.

The Netherveil Palace, as the dominant force of the Netherveil Continent, was dozens of times larger than Azure Spirit Holy Land.

Its disciples used shared flying swords to move around daily.

Just as he was murmuring, a cool, melodious voice echoed beside him.

“What? You want to experience getting kicked again?”

A fragrant breeze swept over, and You Yiran appeared out of thin air.

Seeing her sudden appearance, Lin Ze was stunned.

This woman really came and went like a ghost. He’d better watch his words from now on.

He laughed awkwardly, then looked at her eagerly, “Darling, when are we holding the wedding?”

“The wedding? You really want one?”

You Yiran glanced sideways at Lin Ze.

“Of course! It’d be best if we invited people from all the provinces to celebrate. You and I are a perfect match—made in heaven! Such a joyous event must be shared with the world!”

“…”

You Yiran was momentarily speechless, deeply puzzled inside.

She didn’t understand.

Her reputation was in tatters. Her appearance, ruined.

Why did this man treat her like a treasure?

Truthfully, You Yiran’s icy heart was slightly touched.

“The wedding… I’ll arrange it for you.”

Was this really happening?!

Lin Ze’s eyes welled up, “Darling, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you!”

“But weddings take time to prepare. How about… we go straight to the bridal chamber tonight?”

“Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting?”

You Yiran’s gaze turned icy, her tone cold as frost.

“Isn’t going to the bridal chamber part of the marriage process? Why are you being so fierce, darling?” Lin Ze pouted, sensing something was off.

As they spoke, Lin Ze followed You Yiran to her private chamber.

“Wait at the door. Don’t come in.”

Lin Ze looked reluctant, craning his neck to peek inside.

He saw a traditional room filled with the faint fragrance of a woman.

On the soft bed, a woman’s clothes were neatly laid out, their light scent making Lin Ze slightly intoxicated.

He stepped inside and casually shut the door behind him.

Creak.

The sound of the door closing made You Yiran instinctively turn around. She snapped coldly, “Why did you close the door?”

The lights flickered within the room as Lin Ze slowly walked closer.

For some reason, You Yiran suddenly felt a bit nervous.

Lin Ze smiled faintly, “Darling, I want to play a little intimate game with you!”