Holy Son, Run! The Demon Empress Wants You as Her Consort! - Chapter 7:

Chapter 7: He’s the Husband I Chose!

“Stop pretending to be innocent, we’re talking about you!” The two pointed directly at Lin Ze, frantically reporting to Grand Elder Ji Mingyun.

Ji Mingyun frowned as he looked at Lin Ze. “I have a photographic memory. I remember the face of every Netherveil Palace Disciple.”

“Heh! Speak. Which sect sent you here as a spy?”

Lin Ze blinked and replied innocently, “I’m not a spy. I’m the husband your Empress summoned!”

“Outrageous!” “You mangy cur, how dare you!” “Brothers, chop him to pieces!”

The moment Lin Ze spoke, the entire hall exploded in fury.

Ji Mingyun’s eyes turned sharp. “Her Majesty is incomparably noble. How dare you defile her? Die!”

“Stop.” A calm voice rang out. You Yiran emerged from the void and landed in front of Lin Ze.

Raising her snow-white swan-like neck, exuding a queen’s aura, she spoke with an icy and commanding voice, “He is the husband I summoned! From today onward, seeing him is like seeing me. Anyone who dares disrespect him shall be executed!”

Boom! Her words struck like thunder on a clear day. Everyone froze, stunned in place.

“Your Majesty, are you really getting married?” Ji Mingyun stared wide-eyed. He had heard the rumors earlier but assumed he had been hallucinating from lack of sleep. But now that the Empress herself confirmed it, there was no room for doubt.

A mere 8th stage Martial Apprentice—what qualifications did he have to marry the Empress? Countless people screamed in their hearts, filled with jealousy, envy, and hatred as they looked at Lin Ze. This guy just skipped half a lifetime of hardship!

As Empress of Netherveil Palace, You Yiran naturally didn’t care what the elders and disciples thought. Her words were not up for discussion—they were orders.

“Grand Elder, in seven days, the wedding ceremony will be held. You’re in charge of the arrangements.” She paused. “Make it grand.”

With that, You Yiran’s figure vanished once more.

Lin Ze scratched his head in frustration. “Wife, every time you say something important, you vanish. How am I supposed to chase after you?”

“My points!!”

…

“What?! My stone-faced sister is getting married??”

In the Abyssal Demon Hall on Netherveil Continent, a woman sat cross-legged on a throne. Dark energy swirled around her, and her black spiritual aura was domineering and terrifying.

This was You Xueyao, daughter of the former Empress of Netherveil Palace, and You Yiran’s twin sister.

After failing to seize the Empress position, she had been exiled by You Yiran.

Now, having just heard about You Yiran’s marriage, she cried out in disbelief.

Beside her, a male servant named Nu Da knelt and said, “Master, the news is absolutely true. Her fiancé is the Holy Son of Azure Spirit Holy Land, a useless man who can’t even cultivate.”

You Xueyao frowned. “When did that damned sister of mine start showing interest in men? And why go to such great lengths to announce it to the world?”

Nu Da hesitated, then said, “Master, could it be related to… the Lust Pill we tricked her into taking a few days ago?”

“According to our spies in Netherveil Palace, after drinking that poisoned chicken soup, You Yiran disappeared, and when she returned, she brought that man with her.”

“You’re saying…” You Xueyao’s lips curved into a crazed grin. “Haha… I get it now. That woman lost her virginity!”

“This is our chance to take back Netherveil Palace! Do you understand now, you stupid mutt?”

Nu Da nodded rapidly. “This servant… understands now… understands completely.”

“You understand what exactly?”

“Uh… this servant…” Cold sweat dripped from Nu Da’s forehead. I don’t understand a damn thing!

“As I thought… you don’t understand me at all.” You Xueyao sighed. “No one understands me. I’m so emotionally exhausted.”

Nu Da remained silent.

Wearing a knowing expression, You Xueyao said, “You Yiran is cold and cruel by nature. If she had been forced to lose her purity, she would’ve killed the man afterward. But instead, she took him as her husband. Why?”

“There’s only one reason! You Yiran fell in love with him!”

“Hahaha… demon race women are always the most passionate.”

“You Yiran has no weaknesses. But now, that man is her weakness! With that useless man as our leverage, we finally have a way to reclaim the Netherveil Palace!”

“Oh!! So that’s how it is!” Nu Da looked like he had just seen the light. “As expected of Master, you’ve seen through everything!”

“Of course!” You Xueyao smirked. “Now do you get it?”

“Got it. This servant will sneak into Netherveil Palace right away and kill that man! Shatter You Yiran’s heart and drive her insane!”

“You idiot!” You Xueyao almost jumped up in rage. “Find an opportunity to capture that useless man and bring him back to me!”

“Then gather a thousand prostitutes!”

“I want You Yiran to watch as her beloved is utterly defiled!”

“Hehe… I’ll destroy her cultivation heart!”

“Yes, yes.” Nu Da quickly retreated.

Once the door closed, a mad grin spread across You Xueyao’s lips in the Abyss Hall.

“Hehe… You Yiran! You’ve finally exposed your weakness!”

“Just watch as the man you love gets sucked dry into a shriveled corpse!”

“I’ll make him wish he were dead!”

She pulled out a black leather whip from who knows where and lashed it hard.

Crack! The crisp sound of the whip echoed through the room.

Beneath her flowing gown, her long legs were wrapped in black stockings, paired with sharp high heels, radiating a sultry allure.

In her mind, she imagined whipping him over and over again.

Her high heels grinding into his head as he begged, “Mistress, please spare me!”

“Hehe… cough cough cough…” Mid-laugh, she choked on her own saliva and coughed a few times.

“Hehe~”

…

Night had fallen. The stars twinkled, and the moon hung high.

In a quiet and secluded palace courtyard, You Yiran sat gracefully before her dressing mirror, slowly removing her robes.

Her slender fingers took off the hairpin on her head, and a waterfall of jet-black hair cascaded down her back.

Underneath the icy and authoritative demeanor of the Empress, a subtle feminine charm emerged.

She placed her jade-like hand on the black veil covering her face. After pausing for a few seconds, she slowly removed it.

In the mirror appeared a horrifying face, full of decaying flesh. The black scars on her cheeks were in sharp contrast to the smooth, snow-white skin of her collarbones.

Crack!

You Yiran closed her eyes and smashed the mirror with a palm strike.

“Get in here!” she commanded sharply toward the shadow lurking outside the window, putting her veil back on.

Knowing he’d been caught, Lin Ze opened the door and walked in, smiling, “Wife, did you call me in for our wedding night?”

You Yiran glanced at him. “The three disciples who offended you earlier this afternoon have been expelled from Netherveil Palace.”

“Are you satisfied with this outcome?”

Lin Ze paused, slightly moved. “Wife, you treat me so well. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely cure the injuries on your face!”

“I heard there’s a pill called Rejuvenation Pill in Medicine King Valley. It can restore one’s appearance…”

“I’ve tried it. It doesn’t work.” You Yiran’s voice remained cold. “Don’t waste your effort. No one in this world can heal my face.”

“Lin Ze, in the demon race, strength is everything. If you don’t want what happened this afternoon to happen again, then increase your power quickly.”

Lin Ze asked, “Do you look down on me?”

“In this generation, there’s no man stronger than me.” She looked him in the eye. “What do you think? Do I look down on you?”

Though arrogant, her words were true.

[Ding! Host’s cultivation has reached 9,000. Successfully advanced to 9th stage Martial Apprentice! Next level: 1st stage Martial Master, requires 10,000 cultivation points. Host’s strength +1 +1 +1…]

Lin Ze’s change in aura piqued You Yiran’s curiosity. He just advanced another stage?

But he hadn’t done anything—he’d just been talking to her this whole time.

Though confused, her pride kept her from asking. Instead, she gave a cold order.

“Without my permission, you’re not allowed in my room again.”

“Leave.”

Without looking back, she walked to the bed and lay down, showing him a seductive silhouette.

Her robe was loose, but her curvy figure filled it out perfectly.

Especially when she lay sideways, knees bent and her plump, round buttocks lifted slightly—it was like a ripe peach begging to be picked.

Lin Ze reached out and grabbed at the air in frustration before storming out.

Isn’t anyone going to stop her?!