Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

In the Dark Moon Palace, Han Moze laid on the lounge chair reading and learning about war strategies.

When he saw Qing’er carry Liu Rushuang in, he waved at Qing’er. “Leave!”

Qing’er glanced at Liu Rushuang anxiously, then left.

Han Moze looked at her pale white complexion, cold sweat, and messy hair, then laughed wickedly. “Do you dare flee from my side again?”

Thump! Liu Rushuang was in so much pain that she couldn’t stand up straight and fell to the floor. She was in unbearable pain!

Forcing her eyes to open, she glared at Han Moze with burning rage. “Despicable!”

In his palms, Han Moze dangled an antidote pill in front of her eyes, then said in a sinister voice, “Should I give you the antidote? It’s really precious. There’s only one in the whole world.”

Liu Rushuang’s eyes squinted slightly as she looked at the antidote, then spoke in an extremely weak voice. “Give it to me.”

Han Moze threw the pill outside and smiled wickedly. “It’s yours if you can find it.”

Liu Rushuang gritted her teeth hard and went down on all fours to look for the antidote. However, after searching for almost half an hour later, she couldn’t find it. Her breathing got heavier and her face dripped endlessly in sweat.

Han Moze furrowed her brows and coldly smiled, then really threw antidote on the floor.

Liu Rushuang turned around and found it. Her eyes instantly lit up. How comes it’s here? It was so easy to find, yet how come she couldn’t find it earlier?

Then, without hesitation, she swallowed the pill.

However her pain traveled to all four limbs.

“Ahhh!” Liu Rushuang gritted her teeth and let out a quiet shriek, then squirmed on the floor. That tyrant! She hated him to the core!

After about fifteen minutes, Liu Rushuang felt like she hadn’t an ounce of energy left and lay sleepily on the floor. The pain in her body didn’t subside in the slightest.

Han Moze got up and carried the extremely weak Liu Rushuang, then fed her the real antidote from his palms.

Soon enough, Liu Rushuang felt less in pain and took a breather. However, why did she feel like she had no inner breath left?

She tried to conjure her inner breath and realized that nothing came out. All of a sudden, she squirmed and struggled to break free from Han Moze’s embrace. “What did you give me to eat? You monster! Scum! Devil!”

Han Moze smiled wickedly and said, “I produced a pill to remove inner breath. It’s harmless but it makes your body feel sleepy and lazy. If you try to use your inner breath, your bones and limbs will feel unbearably painful.”

Liu Rushuang understood. She didn’t lose her inner breath. The tyrant just put her veins to sleep. Right now, she really didn’t want to move. After struggling a little in Han Moze’s embrace, she felt an intense pain course through her body.

Deep down inside, Liu Rushuang felt increasingly agonized. Would she never be able to escape?

Han Moze carried Liu Rushuang to the back of the palace hall and slept together like before with Liu Rushuang tightly in his arms.

Liu Rushuang thought about how she had searched half a day for that antidote and furiously cried, “You didn’t throw the antidote on the floor earlier did you? You made me search for ages!”

“It was just a small punishment from me to you,” he said with an evil smile.

Liu Rushuang took a deep breath and hated Han Moze even more than before.

…

The next day, Liu Rushuang took Qing’er to roam in the garden.

Qing’er saw how slowly Liu Rushuang walked and asked with a curious look on her face, “Young Miss, why are you walking so slowly?”

Liu Rushuang gritted her teeth angrily and said, “That tyrant locked my inner breath, so I’m suffering like this!”

Qing’er blinked. “What are we going to do? Young Miss?”

Liu Rushuang clenched her hands and flatly said, “What else is there to do? All we can do is wait for the tyrant’s conscience to kick in and let me off.”