The Demon Lords

The princess is clearly a bit drunk. Saying these things now makes it easy for people to interpret them as showing off and flaunting my favor.

Siniang was not angry. The girl had a wild time today, and with a bit of grape brew intoxication, she was completely relaxed, which was indeed somewhat innocent and lovely.

Liu Ruqing didn’t dare to get angry, as she never even considered competing for any position.

One is a princess, and Liu Ruqing, how could she compete with a woman that even the princess cautiously accommodates?

"I heard about what happened today, nothing to say, you brought great pride to your man. Come, sister, let me toast you a drink."

Siniang clinked glasses with the princess,

drank it all in one gulp,

then said:

"I thought sister would scold me for not following the rules."

"It depends on the situation and timing, you should be aware, though it must be difficult for you. At least over the past year, many times you’ve had to represent us.

But this drum, you need to practice. I hear your posture is quite graceful, but the drumming is really lacking."

"Practice drumming?"

"Just consider it as a way to strengthen your body. If there is a chance in the future, during battles, the men will lead the army front, and you will be in the rear drumming. It would be quite a legendary tale."

"What about you, sister?"

"Naturally, I’m by his side, to help him block the swords."

Siniang wasn’t just speaking romantically, because it’s highly likely that if my lord died suddenly, these demon kings would also be finished.

Therefore, on the battlefield, if conditions permit, the demon kings would unhesitatingly help Zheng Fan block the swords.

However, these words felt different to Xiong Liqing.

"Sister, teach me martial arts."

"I won’t teach."

"Why?"

"Too troublesome. If you find learning drumming too dull, you can also learn needlework from me when you have nothing to do."

"Needlework?"

Liu Ruqing whispered, "I do have some skills in it."

Siniang nodded, "You knowing it doesn’t surprise me."

At this moment, Xiao Yibo reported from outside the room:

"Miss Ruqing, there’s a family letter."

Upon hearing this, Liu Ruqing’s face immediately showed joy.

Siniang pointed outside, saying:

"Go check the letter."

"Thank you, sister. I’ll take my leave first."

At this time, a family letter indeed provides great comfort to an outsider.

After Liu Ruqing left, the princess spoke:

"Is the letter from the Fan Family?"

"Of course. Thanks to your cooperation, the Fan Family is still intact."

Because of the princess’s cooperation coupled with Zhao Cheng’s internal support, the Fan Family’s expenses and risks this time were much less than expected, so the Fan Family still remains the Fan Family.

Siniang sipped a bit of grape brew and continued, "I wrote to the Fan Family, asking them to send Liu Zhong here too."

"Ruqing’s brother?"

"Yes, he’s also her only attachment now."

"You are truly kind to her, sister."

Xiong Liqing apparently feeling a bit jealous;

Now slightly tipsy, speaking frankly, without the previous restraint and subtleness, truly saying whatever came to mind.

"It’s not favoritism. I also wish to bring your brother here so that you siblings could reunite here."

"..." Xiong Liqing.

"Those who love flowers understand how to nurture them. A woman like Liu Ruqing should not be left in self-pity for too long, or else she would wither. Her brother is her greatest concern in this world; once he comes, her thoughts will be here.

For her brother’s sake, she will actively engage in life, show her charm as I still have two qipaos I want her to wear, then teach her a few Wu dialect phrases, and surely she will feel it."

"Wu State?"

Wu State is one of the many small countries.

Siniang smiled without speaking.

Xiong Liqing took another sip of grape brew,

then raised her head,

looked at the spot in front where Liu Ruqing was sitting,

then turned her head to look at Siniang,

throwing her arms back,

saying:

"Ah, ah, ah, sister being kind to her really annoys me, sister should only be kind to me."

Siniang slightly lowered her brows, looking at the princess acting spoiled.

Tonight, the princess played wildly, the first time she got drunk.

Now, the princess felt increasingly wronged, actually getting off the chair to sit on the floor, hugging Siniang’s leg, crying:

"Woo woo woo, sister should only be kind to me, not her;

she’s just a vase, only able to sing for him;

I can help him gain fame, hold the scene, comfort him happily, woo woo woo."

Siniang reached out to stroke the princess’s hair,

her brows slightly furrowed,

Zheng Fan once jokingly said the princess seemed to have a bit of a masochistic tendency,

Siniang then recalled:

The first to truly "hurt" the princess was herself.

...

"I was so proud today, do you know that? My soldiers, in front of the decree-announcing eunuch, ignored him, ignored the imperial edict, only obeyed me.

Tell me, am I not more formidable than you were before?

You were so foolish back then,

giving up your position,

abandoning your soldiers,

running alone to the Earl of North Border’s residence? What was the purpose? What was the need?

I can’t learn from you; I’m just a selfish person, and in this lifetime, I only care about my happiness. If anyone really dares to wrong me, I don’t care who they are, I might just flip the table."

Lord Zheng held a drink in hand, leaning against the coffin, talking to the person lying inside it. Of course, all the talking was done by Lord Zheng himself, as the person in the coffin wouldn’t have any response.

Everyone needs a tree hole, and Shatuo Queshi was Lord Zheng’s tree hole.

"I’m going to the capital. Do you think it’s quite a death wish to come like this before entering the capital?

But I’m happy,

I enjoy it, ha ha ha..."

After finishing the conversation,

Lord Zheng stood up unsteadily,

not returning the way he came,

but opening a bronze door inside, entering another secret room.

Inside the secret room, the Wildman King sat in a cage, weaving dragonflies with straw.

And starting from the moment Lord Zheng stepped into this secret room,

the state of drunken talk and drunken speech disappeared instantly.

Faced with this man, even though he was in a cage, even though he habitually knelt shamelessly and called himself "Little Dog,"

but you,

must still exercise utmost caution and calmness.

Zheng Fan sat down on the chair beside him,

just,

this time,

the Wildman King did not immediately fawn,

his face,

first showed confusion,

then surprise,

then returned to calmness,

soon after,

he actually began tidying up his clothes, even using his hands to brush his hair to try to appear more serious and dignified.

Lord Zheng just watched him calmly,

finally,

the Wildman King stopped, and returned the calm gaze to Lord Zheng.

Lord Zheng chuckled,

said:

"Figured it out?"

The Wildman King excels at discerning people’s minds. This discernment isn’t about directly seeing through your thoughts; even when the blind were at their peak, they couldn’t achieve this.

Gou Moli excels in understanding you, coupled with your subtle body language, even an eye expression, he can predict what you intend to do.

Though wild, he’s meticulous.

"Lord Zheng plans to use me."

Zheng Fan nodded.

The Wildman King deliberately made a wrong guess: "Lord Zheng plans to release me to help unify the snow plains?"

Zheng Fan shook his head,

said:

"No, it’s to have you accompany me to the capital."