The Demon Lords

"Uncle~~~~"

This call of "Uncle" was undoubtedly like pouring oil on the fire, causing Lord Zheng to suddenly grasp Liu Ruqing’s hand tightly.

Although outsiders have always misunderstood,

Lord Zheng has never admitted to having such a Cao Cao’s preference.

As for the so-called Cao Cao’s preference, Lord Zheng felt it was unfair to the chancellor, as in ancient times, girls married very early, and by today’s standards, those high school-aged girls would already have children, likely more than one.

Therefore, the chancellor’s choices were very limited; any beauty, anyone who had blossomed, would typically already be promised to someone. The chancellor at least had some principles, after all, he was not a beast.

The notion of thresholds didn’t even exist; much like in turbulent times, the strong and powerful ruled; as long as one was beautiful enough,

Threshold?

Nonexistent.

Liu Ruqing was very beautiful, possessing a gentle and fluid grace, captivating with every glance and movement, drawing pity from the beholder.

Especially with her call of "Uncle,"

it seemed to draw out one’s very heart and soul; no man could resist.

Liu Ruqing, marrying into the Fan Family, was her fortune because while the Fan Family wasn’t of noble lineage, its stature was enough to protect her.

Otherwise, as a widow, she wouldn’t be able to live leisurely in the Fan Mansion’s Grand View Garden-like courtyard, let alone elevate her useless brother, Liu Zhong.

Of course, everything has pros and cons.

Fan Zhengwen was no fool; he was a businessman, a very thorough businessman;

in his perspective, aside from himself, even his children, or the entire Fan clan, were expendable chips; otherwise, he wouldn’t have actively persuaded Zheng Fan to risk everything with the princess.

Anyway, he naturally saw Liu Ruqing’s beauty, protected her, sheltered her in the Fan Mansion, allowing her to continue living worry-free, making sure that although Liu Ruqing carried the sorrowful grace of a widow, she didn’t hold the bitterness of a widow, which, if managed properly, could attract even more.

Fan Zhengwen was undoubtedly a master of "cultivating flowers,"

but his actions were not out of favor for his deceased brother; he was like an antique shop owner, cultivating jade.

When Lord Zheng appeared,

Fan Zhengwen didn’t hesitate to send Liu Ruqing out without any reluctance.

In this regard, Liu Ruqing was unfortunate, but in life where can one find a perfect solution?

In short,

at this moment,

Lord Zheng couldn’t resist either,

Liu Ruqing’s slender wrist was caught by Lord Zheng,

she knew what was about to happen; she didn’t dare to resist, but she also didn’t comply, as she had no alluring airs, she simply turned her face aside, leaving her reddened neck exposed to Lord Zheng’s view.

When lightning triggers the earth’s fire,

it’s often just in an instant.

People, in most times, use the walnut above to think, but occasionally, they use the walnut below.

However,

at this moment,

a muffled sound came from below.

Lord Zheng immediately snapped back to reality; having just returned home, he hadn’t fully shed his reflexive instincts from the escape journey, so he quickly jumped out of the pool, grabbed a piece of clothing with his left hand and draped it over his body, while drawing a long sword with his right hand.

Once he calmed down slightly,

and his mind shifted from below to above,

Lord Zheng could calmly analyze the situation.

The sound came from below,

and below him were three secret chambers.

One chamber was empty, one held the Wild People King, and one housed Shatuo Queshi.

Excluding the extreme possibility of the Wild People King suddenly mastering some martial arts secrets causing such commotion,

then,

it meant the disturbance was caused by Shatuo Queshi.

Lord Zheng turned back and glanced at Liu Ruqing, who sat by the pool, her skirt already wet, whether from the previous noise or from himself, he couldn’t tell,

and said:

"You should go rest first."

Followed by the line: I’ll be right back.

Lord Zheng hesitated for a moment but didn’t say it.

...

Xiong Liqing was supporting Siniang as they toured the courtyard, followed by Eunuch Zhao.

Honestly,

while Lord Pingye’s residence certainly didn’t have the luxurious ambiance of the Fan Family’s, it was quite exquisite due to personal preference and safety concerns, giving it a somewhat deserted look.

A young boy, wrapped like a little dumpling, sat alone on the steps playing with toys.

The boy’s hair was thick and black, his eyes bright, as delicate as a porcelain doll.

Some children might appear dull, but this child, upon first sight, exudes an undeniable "spirit."

"Sister, is this his child?"

Xiong Liqing couldn’t help but ask Siniang beside her.

Siniang smiled and said, "It’s Lord Jingnan’s child; why, didn’t you know?"

Lord Jingnan’s son being raised by Zheng Fan was no secret at all among the upper echelons.

"I’ve heard such rumors, but I didn’t think they were true. I never got involved in these matters before, so many things I just heard as amusing stories."

After a while,

Xiong Liqing pondered aloud:

"So, the relationship between Lord Jingnan and him is indeed unusual."

Siniang nodded and said, "Not even brothers could be closer."

Originally sitting alone on the steps, the little one named Tiantian saw someone approaching and immediately wobbled to his feet. Because of the excessive clothing, his movements resembled that of a little tumbler, wobbling as he walked over.