Chapter 590: Chapter 546: Your Majesty, What a Joke_3

Ning Feiyan bowed her head and stirred the soup tea, using the steam to mask the haggard pallor between her brows, displaying an elegant and refined demeanor.

She fetched a celadon teacup, filled it with tea, and made a gesture of invitation, saying, “Though the tempest is fierce, how can it disturb the cloth and disarray the steps.”

She smiled slightly, her smile cultured and charming, “It’s a cold and rainy night, why doesn’t Your Majesty sit and have a cup of hot tea?”

The atmosphere inside the hall was extremely oppressive and heavy. Even Young Master Mi Lu, who had been severely wounded and recovering, rushed here anxiously. Ning Feiyan glanced lightly over the crowd behind the Demon Lord and smiled, “Chao Mu Hall hasn’t been this lively in quite a while.”

No one dared to sit for tea besides the Demon Lord.

She and Ning Feiyan sat opposite each other. Lifting the celadon cup and sniffing delicately, the inherently bewitching eyes slightly lifted as she said, “River Lord seems not at all surprised to see us?”

Ning Feiyan replied, “Having heard a bit about the matters within the city, Your Majesty is searching for that audacious criminal. Now that he has appeared in my Chao Mu Hall, in Your Majesty’s eyes, I naturally fall under suspicion.”

The Demon Lord did not drink the tea, merely sniffed it for a moment before setting the cup down and silently scrutinized her.

Behind her, Zangxin, Mi Lu, and others had similarly somber and deep expressions because once they entered the hall, a hint of an indelible scent of blood and medicinal soup permeated the air.

This was Chao Mu Hall, and Ning Feiyan liked to live alone.

Who was injured was naturally the question on everyone’s minds.

Ning Feiyan sighed softly, mimicking the Demon Lord’s actions by setting down her tea. She looked at her earnestly and sincerely, “So, what must Feiyan do to prove her innocence?”

The teapot had been boiling, and the fierce bubbling water made the small lid of the porcelain pot pop, separated by layers of steam. The Demon Lord’s gaze was as flat as a mirror, her tone leisurely, revealing no emotion.

“Logically speaking, those struck by the ‘Devil’s bane’ hardly live long. Really, it would be easier and more relaxing to let such a person die in some damp, unknown corner. However, this person has been overly rampant, touching things he shouldn’t have. I truly cannot swallow this grievance.”

Ning Feiyan thought she was referring to the Hook Jade in the Xuan Ting caves. Without any expression, she said, “I believe this matter should also be thoroughly investigated.”

The Demon Lord nodded, turned her eyes to the people behind her and said, “You all may leave.”

Mi Lu’s expression turned dark, and he said coldly, “What do you mean? This is the Young Princess Consort I personally selected, and it’s not your place to interrogate her.”

Ning Feiyan had never thought she would use her status as Young Princess Consort to resolve today’s dilemma, and indeed, she had no such expectations.

Hearing Mi Lu’s endlessly annoying voice, she was greatly irritated, yet she calmly and warmly said, “Please, Your Highness, leave the hall.”

The current Demon Lord appeared calm, but a stormy fury was hidden within.

Mi Lu was arrogant, hurtling himself into the fire. Ning Feiyan could disregard his life and death, but once the Demon Lord started a massacre, today’s situation would be beyond her control.

Mi Lu choked on her indifferent attitude, flustered. He immediately led everyone away, leaving her to her fate.

The Demon Lord stood and swept the double doors of the hall shut with the flick of a sleeve. She looked at Ning Feiyan expressionlessly and commanded, “Take off your clothes.”

Ning Feiyan had anticipated this moment. She rose unhurriedly, unfastening her belt, her gown trailing at her ankles. She was not shy in exposing her body under the bright light.

Without waiting for the Demon Lord to speak, she silently turned around, generously displaying her back.

Through layers of white gauze, trails of black-red moisture oozed, staining the incorrectly wrapped gruesome wounds with abnormally colored blood, reddening her pale back.

A trace of surprise clearly flickered across the Demon Lord’s eyes. She stepped forward and tore the gauze from Ning Feiyan’s back without concern for the immense pain it caused. Tossing the bloodstained gauze aside, she looked at the wounds on her back and scoffed, “River Lord is perfectly fine in the palace, yet can still end up injured like this.”

Ning Feiyan sighed, then curled her little finger and whistled. A small cat emerged from behind a curtain on the couch, meowing softly as it approached Ning Feiyan’s feet and affectionately rubbed against her ankles.

Seeing this, the Demon Lord’s eyes narrowed. Although her expression remained stern, the appearance of the cat significantly softened the fierceness in her eyes.

Ning Feiyan looked down at the cat, smiling fondly at it. She lifted her toes and playfully flicked the cat’s fluffy head as she lightly laughed.

“That day, amidst the turmoil in the Ming Continent, the cat was abducted by the assassin from the Nine Snake Clan. Presumably, the troubles are due to the Hook Jade it carries. I couldn’t rest, worrying about the cat.

While Your Majesty dealt with the spiritual chaos in Lanzhou, I set out for the Nine Snake territory and rescued the cat. I just never expected to encounter three Demon Kings from the Dragon Clan and got ambushed. This is how I ended up with poison wounds, which must be amusing to Your Majesty.”