Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Han Moze returned soon after Lin Ye left.

Liu Rushuang was leisurely drinking tea and reading a book. She slid a disinterested peek at him, but otherwise ignored him outright.

Walking up to her, Han Moze wrapped his arms around her from behind. “What, are you throwing a tantrum at me now?”

Casting him a sideways glance since she already made that obvious, Liu Rushuang grabbed his wrist tightly and shoved it off, coolly snapping, “Go away. I don’t want to see you.”

Breathing a quiet sigh, Han Moze conceded, “It’s my fault, Shuang’er. Can you forgive me? Or is that not enough?”

He realized then that he had truly lost to this woman in this lifetime They would squabble at the drop of a hat, and he would be the one yielding every single time—to everyone else, he was the emperor of extraordinary charisma, wisdom, and power, but with this woman, he felt as if he was a loyal canine.

Liu Rushuang smiled subtly then, but continued to feign indifference as she said, “I can forgive you, but you’re not allowed in my bed for three days.”

After all, that man was so unrestrained in libido that she found him unbearable.

Liu Rushuang grinned at that, her attitude turning milder considerably, even though she knew all along that the tyrant would come to sweet-talk her anyway.

Smiling lovingly, Han Moze went to sat on the stool and gathered her in his arms, kissing her in the forehead as he pleaded, “Shuang’er, could you not carry out Blood Feast missions this month, please?”

“No. I’ve picked three missions, and the details indicate that they are all evil masterminds—they would definitely plague the citizens if they are not eliminated.”

Liu Rushuang put up a ‘I-have-to-go’ attitude, glaring at Han Moze with eyes overflowing with resolve.

“Listen to reason, now… let your lackeys deal with those missions, or what else were you raising them for? Did you forget our children inside your belly? Think of them even if you won’t think of yourself!”

Han Moze’s sharp brows were furrowed sharply. The woman had always been fearless, strutting all over the mortal realm without caring that she was pregnant with their children.

Liu Rushuang touched her own belly by reflex then.

For each mission she carried out, she would covertly observe her target’s daily movements and determine if they were a horrible villain. It was only if they proved unforgiveable that she would not show mercy.

Taking that scouting period into account, her missions would take a day at minimum and up to half a month at maximum.

It did not matter if it took effort, as long as she found the mission worth it.

After mulling over it for a while, she frowned and said, “Let me go, Ze. It won’t affect me.”

“You have to listen to me on this one, Shuang’er.”

Han Moze was equally determined, since his woman did not act at all like she was pregnant. “Being two-months in is actually the most dangerous period, since you are vulnerable to miscarriage because of overexertion and exhaustion. Thinks of the children—I’m stopping you from leaving the palace these few months, but I’ll grant you anything if you’re willing to stay.”

Sighing, Liu Rushuang said, “Fine, let’s compromise: I’ll take only one mission this month.”

Looking at her innocent frown, Han Moze promptly agreed, “Fine. But I’m coming with you this time.”

She kissed him on the cheek at that and smiled. “Alright. We’ll be heading out tonight.”

***

Come nighttime, however, Han Moze had pinned her down on the carpet.

“Tyrant, you promised me…”

“What did I promise? Not getting in your bed? Well, I didn’t. Is there a problem?”

“…”