Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Feeling that those words stung his ears, Han Moze had to put his own lips over that relentlessly little mouth—Liu Rushuang really had the guts to say anything she wanted.

He kissed her until she was almost suffocating before stopping, and stared straight into her eyes, his lips narrowing into a single sharp line as he seethed every word from between his lips, “Who would you want marrying you other than me? The Demon Master or Phantom Fox?”

Liu Rushuang gulped in fear by reflex, her cheeks blushing slightly as she lowered her gaze and conceded. “I won’t marry anyone other than you. Are you happy now?”

Han Moze’s lips curled in satisfaction, but there was a vague glint in his eyes as he coolly said, “At least your eyes work… but how are you going to make me believe what you said?”

Liu Rushuang’s pretty brows knitted together right then as she glared straight into his eyes, and eventually snapped, “Whatever! Believe what you want!”

With that, she turned with an upset and feeble look. She had already made herself so clear, but that tyrant doubted her! Was she that untrustworthy?!

Nonetheless, Han Moze caught her right wrist tightly and headed outside.

“W-Where are you taking me?”

Han Moze was so quick that it was difficult for Liu Rushuang to keep up, and she could not help quietly cursing at him again.

“It’s a mess here, or do you insist on staying?”

There certainly was no place to sit around here, and after seeing all that, she glared at him in dissatisfaction and snapped angrily, “And it’s all because of you!”

Be that as it may, Han Moze dragged her all the way to the Dark Moon Palace. It was not very different here compared to Fallen Phoenix Palace, although the buildings here were painted gold rather than red. It’s also vast and breezy, simple and luxurious—a stark contrast to the compact homeliness and red silks of the Fallen Phoenix Palace.

Moreover, there was no place to hide in the Dark Moon Palace, as it prevents assassinations and eavesdropping.

Still, Liu Rushuang felt her jaw dropped since could see that everything there was covered in thick ice. Would the tyrant have frozen up the entire palace if she had returned a year later?

“Defrost all this!” Han Moze flatly commanded once he released her wrist—he could only freeze things up after all.

Liu Rushuang glared at him accusingly when she saw that her wrist was left red and swollen.

Han Moze acted as if he saw nothing—wasn’t this the woman’s own fault for struggling so hard?

Nonetheless, she could not help wipe her tears of self-sympathy… why did she have to fall for this cold-blooded tyrant?

Looking at up the ice around them, she gently waved her hand, and fiery air currents hence surged towards every corner of the room.

The crystal-clear ice evaporated into gas that flowed out of the room, and the Dark Moon Palace was restored to its original state.

“You are only allowed to stay in here from now on. You’re not allowed to go anywhere without my permission.” Han Moze commanded with an icy and solemn presence.

“No, I refuse.”

Liu Rushuang shot him an angry glare, and started to head outside the building. “Hmph! Why would I do what you want? Could you stop me from going wherever I want to go?”

But in the next instantly, Han Moze caught her tightly by the wrist again with a fearsome look. “That’s not up to you. I’ll let you out until you could clear any doubts that I have towards you.”

“I told you that you’re the only one I love and would marry. Why can’t you believe me? Do you want me to gouge out my own heart to show you?”

Liu Rushuang sneered in sheer frustration.

“Hmph. Why should I trust you? Stay here, and just try sneaking out!”

With those chilling words, Han Moze freed her wrist and stepped out of the Dark Moon Palace, an evil smile showing on his lips just then.