Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Meanwhile, Han Moze was sitting cross-legged in a hot spring, freezing everything around him while he closed his eyes to rest his spirit.

At the same time, Lian Jiuhua had just arrived at the palace for a look, after hearing that Han Moze had thrown a tantrum during morning court.

Nonetheless, a gust of frosty wind streamed out of the June Palace once the doors were opened. Lian Jiuhua quickly clutched his arm and tried to leave, wanting nothing more than to leave… but paused for a moment before entering regardless.

It got colder the further he entered, with his hair and brows frosted by the time he reached the hot spring. His lips had turned pale while he shook all over, he asked while shuddering, “Kid, a-are you alright?”

Han Moze abruptly opened his eyes with a piercing glare. The ice shattered into tiny shards as he stood up, turned to look at Lian Jiuhua and smiled mirthlessly, “Come, we’re going drinking!”

As he strode out, Lian Jiuhua stamped his feet a little before going along. They both were trained from the secret service’s barracks… so why was there such a huge gap in ability?

***

Four hours later, Lian Jiuhua was already tipsy while Han Moze’s gaze remained clear and bright, pouring himself wine as he chugged.

He snorted coolly when he remembered Liu Rushuang.

That woman had better return in three days, or she would have to blame herself if he didn’t hold back.

“Kid, what’s with the tantrum this morning? Did someone step on your toes?”

Lian Jiuhua asked after he drank his fill.

“How do you think spouses are supposed to get along?” Han Moze asked flatly, sliding a glance at Lian Jiuhua’s drunken look.

“Huh? What are you saying? What get along and spouses?”

Lian Jiuhua furrowed his brow, unable to react right then. He shook his head firmly to gain some clarity before saying, “I don’t know how other spouses get along… regardless, Piao Piao and I would have a small argument once every three days and a big one once every five days. I’m telling you—that woman changed so much before and after I married her. Before we got wed, she was strong, independent and simple, but after we tied the knot, she would be throwing a tantrum or crying, which leaves me as annoyed as I’m hurt… either way, she starts crying with the slightest of grief, and even if she appeared open-minded before marriage, she nitpicks at every little thing after! Damn it! I just can’t get what goes on in that woman’s head! What’s wrong with being a little innocent white rabbit? She had to turn into a pouty kitten no matter what!”

Han Moze’s eyes narrowed. After all, was Shuang’er not the same? She was cool and above it all before they got married, but once they tired the knot, she was no different from a naughty little lass, playing around, crying and laughing out loud.

A smile unwittingly appeared on his face at that, and he somehow found the wine sweet despite it clearly being bitter.

Still, his expression darkened once he remembered that Liu Rushuang left the palace in the morning, and there was a melancholic look in his gaze.

It seems that Shuang’er did not love him as much as he wanted.

However, he has all the time in the world to engrave himself deeply into Shuang’er’s heart.

An utterly evil smile showed on Han Moze’s face at the very thought.

“Eh? Why is there no more wine? Where is the wine?”

Unable to pour more wine, Lian Jiuhua had to reach out and grab Han Moze’s cup… only to end up having his acupoints sealed, and drop limply over the table.

After that, Han Moze continued pouring and savoring his wine, smiling darkly as he thought about Liu Rushuang… just like a huntsman who saw prey.

In the end, would he fail to conquer one woman after conquering an empire?