Chapter 151
Chapter 151
Day Twelve.
Ye Piaoling had just married a gorgeous Great Enchanter who was amazing in bed and made him her Demon Consort, so she stopped attending morning court.
She slept until the sun was high in the sky before lazily getting up. After she and Di Xiulan dressed, they prepared to go collect that one billion.
The moment she pushed open the doors of the Bedchamber, she got the fright of her life.
The Evil Lord had brought the Demon Realm’s entire civil and military court with him, and they were all blocking the entrance to the Bedchamber.
Ye Piaoling glared at them. “What are you trying to do? Stage a coup?”
The Evil Lord had, in fact, come to stage a coup.
He stared at the Empress and declared loudly, “The Bewitching Consort Di Xiulan has bewitched Your Majesty’s heart. For the grand plan of the Three Realms, please execute him at once!”
“How dare you!” Ye Piaoling snapped. “He is your Demon Consort!”
The Evil Lord said with ringing conviction, “Our Demon Realm has no need for a Demon Consort from the Heavenly Realm! If Your Majesty insists on having your way, then do not blame your subordinates for purging the traitor at your side!”
Ye Piaoling sneered. “With just you lot?”
Behind her, Di Xiulan said in a sorrowful voice, “Your Majesty, this is all my fault. I’ve put you in a difficult position…”
Ye Piaoling comforted him. “It’s fine. With me here, no one can hurt you.”
With that, she was just about to unleash a big move and send these meddling traitors flying.
But Di Xiulan suddenly drew the Pinxixi Blade from her waist, swept it across his throat, and resolutely slit his own neck before collapsing to the ground!
Ye Piaoling turned around and nearly dropped her jaw in shock-
Bro, I can beat them! You didn’t have to be in such a hurry to cut your own throat!!!
But Di Xiulan had already used his final blood pack, and his entire body lay in a pool of blood.
The Evil Lord and the others were stunned too.
No way…
They had thought there would be an intense back-and-forth struggle.
But this Bewitching Consort had actually just stabbed himself?!
The Evil Lord refused to believe it. He immediately pointed at him and said, “Impossible! He must be playing dead!”
Ye Piaoling was furious. She whipped her head around and shouted, “Get out! If anything happens to the Demon Consort, I will have every last one of you buried with him!”
With that, she flung her sleeve hard.
A mountain-toppling, sea-churning surge of spiritual power swept violently toward them like a tsunami!
In an instant, everyone was struck so badly that they spat blood and flew backward together!
Ye Piaoling did not look at them again. Trembling, she crouched down and gathered the man into her arms.
But Di Xiulan was already beyond saving. He clutched her sleeve and said gently, “Your Majesty, promise me… don’t punish them. They were only acting according to their own positions… Your Majesty has already lost me. You cannot lose the Demon Realm too…”
“Stop talking!” Ye Piaoling was heartbroken. “Why are you so stupid? Why did you rashly cut your own throat?”
“The Demon Realm and I were never meant to coexist. Sooner or later, Your Majesty would have had to make a choice… I could not bear to put Your Majesty in that position, so I made the decision for you…”
Di Xiulan panted and said with difficulty, “I have one last wish…”
Through her tears, Ye Piaoling roared, “Don’t say it! I forbid you to die!”
Di Xiulan continued softly, “After I die, please bury me in a triangular coffin…”
Ye Piaoling: “…?”
Di Xiulan said, “Before the burial, please come into the coffin to see me one more time and kiss me one last time…”
Ye Piaoling said in anguish, “Shut up!”
Di Xiulan smiled faintly and said mournfully, “Forgive me for not being able to stay by Your Majesty’s side anymore… I wish Your Majesty an early unification of the Three Realms. That must have been Your Majesty’s wish all along…”
“No! What Three Realms? I never wanted them at all!”
Tears streamed down Ye Piaoling’s face as she held him and shouted, “Stop saying all that. Can you first tell me where I’m supposed to collect the one billion?”
“…”
Di Xiulan smiled and closed his eyes.
Ye Piaoling: “…”
He had said so many last words, yet somehow left out the most important information…
Having lost the one she loved, Ye Piaoling held her beloved’s corpse and threw her head back, roaring in grief:
“No!”
“No!!”
“No!!!”
…
On the day after the Demon Realm Empress crowned her consort, her new consort slit his own throat and passed away.
The joyous occasion turned straight into a funeral.
Following her beloved’s final wish, Ye Piaoling had a triangular coffin made for him.
When the people of the Demon Realm saw that the Bewitching Consort was truly gone and that their Empress was devastated, they knew they were in the wrong and all voluntarily helped set up the mourning hall.
The palace was adorned with red silk everywhere, and several Demon Clan guards were about to take down the festive decorations and replace them with white cloth.
Ye Piaoling saw this and stopped them.
“Don’t bother changing them.”
Ye Piaoling said icily.
With a wave of her hand, she cast a spell, and the red silk turned white.
“Just change the color directly. It saves money too.”
Everyone: “…”
They had thought the Emperor and Consort shared a deep bond. Today, it seemed His Majesty actually did have a bit of affection for the Demon Consort after all.
The mourning hall was soon set up.
The coffin was in place, and Di Xiulan’s portrait hung amidst a pile of flowers.
As night fell,
Ye Piaoling dismissed all the palace servants and sat alone with a jug of wine, leaning against the coffin and drinking heavily.
She gazed at Di Xiulan’s portrait and murmured,
“Great Enchanter is so beautiful, even his portrait is this beautiful…”
She took a huge gulp of wine. The fiery liquor cut like a blade from her throat down to her stomach, searing her with pain.
Half the jug gone, Ye Piaoling was already in tears.
Why is it that only after losing something do you realize what you truly wanted?
“Great Enchanter, I regret it…”
Ye Piaoling was dead drunk. Like a scumbag male lead in a tragic romance who suddenly sees the light, she sobbed through tears and snot:
“I won’t be the Demon Emperor anymore, and I won’t bring chaos to the world. I’m willing to abandon evil and turn to good. Please come back…”
He had said she didn’t want to be the Demon Emperor, and wasn’t suited for it. He was absolutely right.
The one who was wrong was her.
She had been trapped by her origins and destiny, thinking that as a demon, she had to stick to the demonic path…
But those weren’t what she wanted at all!
When it comes to fate, where you came from doesn’t matter; what matters is where you want to go.
Now she finally saw her own heart clearly, but he was already gone!
“Waaa-”
Ye Piaoling collapsed onto the coffin, weeping uncontrollably.
-If only all of this were a dream!
If the heavens gave her another chance, she wouldn’t give a damn about some cursed demonic destiny. She’d simply choose the one she loved without hesitation!
Ye Piaoling tossed the wine jug aside, twisted her neck hard, and swapped in a love-addled brain.
Then, crazed, she picked up a candle and set the mourning hall on fire.
Burn!
This is the tragic ending befitting a foolish Demon Emperor and his Bewitching Consort!
Di Xiulan’s portrait quickly caught fire, his exquisite face smiling gently at her through the flames.
Ye Piaoling lifted the coffin lid and gazed at the beautiful man lying inside with closed eyes, then shouted, “Great Enchanter, I’ve come to join you! Aren’t you moved?”
Di Xiulan dared to move.
He shifted his body to make room for her.
Ye Piaoling smoothly lay down next to the man and reached up to close the lid.
Outside, the fire blazed fiercely, about to consume everything.
But Ye Piaoling ignored it. She simply hugged her beloved, tears streaming, and poured out her heart: “Once I had true love before me, but I didn’t cherish it. Only after losing it did I regret it beyond words. The most painful thing in this world is nothing less than this…”
“If the heavens could give me another chance, I don’t want the Demon Emperor throne, nor do I want to rule the Three Realms. Di Xiulan, I only want you, and your one billion…”
Di Xiulan: “…”
His eyelashes fluttered, and he said softly, “Darling, can you delete that last part?”
“Fine, whatever you say,” Ye Piaoling sobbed. “You can delete it if you want…”
Mid-sentence, she suddenly choked.
Ye Piaoling’s eyes widened in the darkness: “Great Enchanter, you’re not dead?!”
Di Xiulan wrapped his arms around her, his voice still as tender as heavenly music: “You missed me so much, so I came back.”
Ye Piaoling was stunned for a few moments.
Suddenly remembering something, she quickly pushed open the coffin lid. Outside was already a sea of fire!
Thick smoke billowed toward her, and Ye Piaoling immediately shut the lid again, shouting frantically: “Damn it, it’s on fire! Someone come put out the fire!!”
At that moment, Ye Piaoling felt both joy and sorrow, as good news and bad news collided.
The good news: Great Enchanter had returned…
The bad news: she had set the mourning hall on fire…
The two of them were about to be buried in a sea of flames!