Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

The days passed—soon, Longyuan and Fengwu were a month old.

Han Moze had invited his ministers to join the festivities in one of the vast palace halls.

“Don’t carry me, Mother! I want to walk!” Longyuan told Liu Rushuang, pursing his lips.

Han Moze was feeding Fengwu, and he shot a cold glare at Longyuan in his yellow robes. “Go on, if you dare!”

Longyuan pouted and retorted unhappily, “I want to walk! Why can’t you let me walk?”

Liu Rushuang could not help smiling then, and told Han Moze mildly, “Yuan’er is a good boy now, Ze. We can let him walk, since he knows most of the people here! It would be good to let them be acquainted!”

Han Moze snorted coldly. “Fine, walk if you want—just don’t cause trouble, get it?”

Just a few days ago, the brat had taken out one of his robes, lay it over one of the gardens and lay on it like a carpet.

He was also known for catching and releasing many strange bugs in the Dark Moon Palace that crawled everywhere.

Worse still, he leapt into a recently defrosted lake when others weren’t looking, claiming that he wanted to catch some fish.

***

The very thought of Longyuan’s mischief hurts Han Moze’s head. He wanted to sell off the brat so much right then!

“Father, I want to go too.”

As Fengwu watched Longyuan skipped down the dozens over steps to play, she could not help wanting to join him.

“Be a good girl now, Wu’er! Don’t go down there—it’s a mess, and you might run into bad people who hit you!”

Han Moze’s attitude softened right away once he turned towards Fengwu, and even his tone was mild.

Fengwu frowned in thought, but listened to her father and did not move, even though she appeared disappointed.

Liu Rushuang lovingly stroked her cheek and gently said, “Mommy and Daddy will stay with you here, okay?”

Little Fengwu beamed then, and replied, “I’ll listen to Mother and Father. I’ll be a good kid.”

Both Liu Rushuang and Han Moze smiled contentedly.

***

Meanwhile, Longyuan went down the stairs from the throne and approached Nangong Ba, who was sitting at the forefront. Holding up a hand, he called out, “Godfather, carry me.”

Han Moxi, Qing’er, Lian Jiuhua, Piaopiao, Little White Flower, Xu Ziling, Zhui Ying, and several Blood Feast clan masters happily surrounded the child.

“Yuan’er, I’m your uncle. Come, give me a greeting!”

“Hello, uncle.” Longyuan grinned.

“You’re such a good kid, Yuan’er.” Lian Jiuhua could not help pinching his cheeks.

Longyuan smiled—after all, he knows that he should act like a good kid around outsiders and not throw tantrums, because that was the only way to curry favor.

Even Han Moxi quickly approached the boy as well. “Do you know me, Yuan’er?”

“Of course! You’re my sixth uncle, and my father’s sixth brother!” Longyuan was beaming cheerfully.

It feels good to be mobbed by so many people, and especially so since these people were nice to him.

***

“Longyuan, the frog you caught yesterday is gone… Sorry, I let it out of the bottle because I thought it was getting too stuffy, but I can’t find it after that!”

Little White Flower suddenly came to him and told him that apologetically.

Longyuan was unable to smile anymore at that, and his adorable little face stiffened, which soon turned into a frown as he snapped angrily at Little White Flower, “You really are a dumb flower! I told you not to touch it, but you had it! I had to search the whole palace just for one small frog—it was my treasure, get it!? I hate you! Hmph!”

Little White Flower quickly became upset and tearful. “I was scared it would die! Sob…”

Green glared at Longyuan in dissatisfaction while swiftly gathering Little White Flower in his arms, assuring her, “You’re not dumb, Little White Flower. You’ve done the right thing—just don’t play with that childish brat anymore!”