After Being Forced to Conquer the Crazy and Tyrannical Demon Lord, the Entire Book Had a Happy Ending - Chapter 28

The plum tree was old, but it still bloomed with fervor.

Countless branches were crowded with vibrant red blossoms, some still in bud, while others fully bloomed.

A thin layer of snow accumulated on the delicate petals, weighing down the branches, causing them to droop low.

In the cold fragrance of the plum blossoms, two figures stood side by side, one in black and the other in blue, each with a different expression. The scene fell into a momentary silence.

Suddenly, the plum branch shook, causing a small cluster of snow to fall. It landed directly on the back of the girl’s neck, enveloped in a lingering fragrance.

Wen Ruan let out a sharp intake of breath, shivered, and nearly jumped up in surprise. However, she restrained herself due to the inappropriate situation.

She organized her thoughts and was about to speak when her gaze unintentionally lingered on the young man’s pale lips, as pale as paper.

In addition to the fragrance of plum, there was also a subtle hint of rust, barely detectable, which inadvertently reminded one of a certain liquid equally vibrant as the plum blossom.

“Is your injury not healed yet?” Unable to help herself, she furrowed her brow and changed her words subconsciously.

“Why does it seem even worse now?”

Mu Zhe leaned against the tree and casually sneered. His voice was somewhat hoarse, matching his complexion’s etherealness.

“I won’t die.”

“…” 

She sighed. “Why are you like this? Life is already difficult enough. If you have more ailments, it would become even more unbearable.”

“I am not human.” His lips curved briefly. “I am a demon.”

Do you have to nitpick with me over words?

Wen Ruan squatted down and angrily opened the food container, not even looking up. “So what if you’re a demon?”

“Even as a demon, you still bleed when injured. In this regard, you’re no better than us humans.”

Mu Zhe was taken aback, then listened as she continued speaking:

“At least most of us humans cherish life and know how to properly treat wounds.”

She held up a plate of neatly stacked pastries, stood up fiercely, and handed it to him.

“I didn’t bring any medicine with me, but luckily, I made jujube paste cakes in the morning. They might help replenish your energy to some extent.”

“Though for you, the effect is probably just a psychological comfort.”

The unexpected scent of jujube suddenly invaded his senses. Amidst the faintly cold plum fragrance, it became unusually sweet.

The false smile in Mu Zhe’s eyes vanished, and his lips slowly straightened into a line.

The pastry was simple, a small square without any extra decorations, with a dark red color that seemed more dazzling than the red plum blossoms above his head.

“Hurry up and eat.” 

The girl’s crisp voice came from close by, tinged with a hint of urgency.

“After you finish eating, let me see your wound. By the way, have you used any medicine? Both internally and externally?”

He remained silent for a moment before speaking, “Not yet.”

?!

Are you challenging the limits of medicine here?

Wen Ruan looked at him in horror, unable to help but raise her voice.

“No wonder your complexion resembles a wall painter’s white putty. You don’t care about such deep wounds?!”

“Wait, the wounds haven’t started rotting, right?! Ah! This is insane!”

As she spoke, she anxiously placed the exquisite porcelain plate into his hand and moved closer to try to remove his outer garments.

Mu Zhe caught hold of her delicate wrist with one hand, smiling faintly. “Are you concerned about me?”

Wen Ruan slapped away his hand with a displeased expression, rubbing her own wrist to calm herself down slightly.

“If it weren’t for the fact that you saved my life, I wouldn’t bother with you.”

The girl’s skin was delicate. He had merely grabbed her wrist casually, yet it immediately turned red, the color strikingly intense.

He absentmindedly rubbed the edge of the porcelain plate with his fingertip, averted his gaze, and spoke with a hardened tone, “You don’t need to meddle in my affairs.”

…

Upon hearing his words, Wen Ruan suddenly calmed down, thoughtfully pondering for a moment. She took two steps back, slightly furrowing her brows.

“I did indeed overstep my bounds. I apologize.”

They didn’t know much about each other and had very little interaction.

If it weren’t for that night in the Ghost Maple Forest, she probably wouldn’t have seen him as anything more than a passerby.

Let alone standing side by side and having a conversation.

To say that their relationship was that of friends would be a stretch.

It was true that Wen Ruan had crossed the line earlier. No matter how desperate she was, she shouldn’t have tried to remove his clothes.

Furthermore, her current situation was embarrassing. If someone with ill intentions saw them, it would be difficult to clear her name.

Sensing the distance in her words, Mu Zhe suddenly felt a touch of restlessness in his heart, but he couldn’t pinpoint the source.

He looked at the snack in his hand and suddenly spoke, “How did you end up here?”

She should have known about his departure from the Demon Realm since yesterday, and she should have been peacefully staying in the Canglang Water Pavilion.

Why did she come out today, carrying a food container?

Judging from the direction she came from, it seemed to be from Everlasting Pavilion.

What was she doing there?

This question could be considered quite lethal.

The young man’s gaze was too invasive, causing Wen Ruan to swallow hard and desperately suppress the urge to flee. She forced herself to maintain eye contact with him.

After spending so much time together, the big shot finally questioned why the insignificant cultivator from the Immortal Realm, who had recently been killing monsters with him, appeared in the enemy’s territory, the Demon Realm.

Stay calm, don’t panic.

Not panicking was impossible.

She raised her hands, shrugged her shoulders, and casually said, “I married the Demon Lord. I am now his wife.”

Upon hearing these words, the young man’s gaze trembled slightly, and he elongated his tone of acknowledgement.

She couldn’t discern his specific emotions and could only curse inwardly while forcing a smile on her face, continuing:

“I have admired him for a long time, but the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm have always been at odds. In order to be by his side, I can only disguise myself as a mortal.”

“Fortunately, I finally achieved my wish. Don’t you want to congratulate me?”

Mu Zhe tugged the corner of his mouth, insincerely saying, “Congratulations, then.”

She forced out a dry laugh, smoothly changing the subject without leaving a trace, “Are you here to see the Lord? He’s not here, and he won’t be back for another 10 days or so.”

His gaze slightly narrowed. “If you know he’s not there, why did you go to Everlasting Pavilion to find him?”

She felt something was off but didn’t have time to think about it. She sighed sadly, her eyes slightly reddening. 

“I know he’s not there, I just… miss him too much.”

Mu Zhe’s body stiffened.

Wen Ruan continued:

“He is my husband and also the Lord of the Demon Realm. There are countless matters waiting for him to handle every day, each one more important than me.”

“But if I obediently stay in one place, as long as he turns back, he will definitely see me.”

“He will know that there is someone in this world who thinks of him day and night, and all their thoughts are for him.”

She finished speaking in one breath, silently giving herself a thumbs-up in her heart.

Impressive, Wen Xiaoruan, you remembered such a long speech.

Mu Zhe’s dark pupils flickered, his voice slightly hoarse as he asked very slowly, “Do you really like him that much?”

“Naturally!” she immediately replied. She straightened her back, placing her hands on her hips, her words fast and urgent.

“If I didn’t like him, why would I leave my sect and come to this desolate Demon Realm?”

“Why would I exhaust myself every day to wash my hands and make soup for him?” 

“Why do I see him in my dreams?”

“And do I look like I have nothing to do? Would I knowingly come to the place where he lives when I know he’s not here?”

Her words poured out endlessly.

In the end, she looked aggrieved, wiping her eyes forcefully.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m a cultivator from the Immortal Realm, and traditionally, the righteous and demonic paths are incompatible. You must think I have ulterior motives for getting close to the Demon Lord.”

“But I really just want to be with him. If you don’t believe me, I can swear to the heavens!”

For cultivators, making an oath to the heavens was not to be taken lightly. If their actions contradicted their oath—

The heavens would be merciless, and her soul would be scattered instantly.

Mu Zhe fell silent for a moment, looking at the white fluff descending from the sky. He suddenly sneered, his lips curling slightly.

“What’s there to like about him? He caused his own mother’s death from birth. He has lived for over 300 years as someone everyone wants to kill.”

“People hate him to the core, and even the heavens have abandoned him. What is there for you to like about such a person?”

His tone was clearly mocking, but it inexplicably carried a heavy weight, weighing down on the heart.

“He is worth it.”