The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

After entering the He Mansion, Fu Qian was shocked by its luxury. Entering the He Mansion was like entering a paradise, with beautiful mountains and rivers everywhere and pleasant scenery, as if thousands of scenes had been moved into the home.

In fact, the He Mansion was built in the most beautiful place in Hezhou.

It is located between towering mountains, and its towering walls are inlaid with glazed tiles, like the spine of a dragon standing majestically on the top of the mountain.

On the main gate of the mansion, there is a pair of huge cranes, with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, showing their solemnity and majesty.

Fu Qian followed Miss He Er into the mansion and saw a huge courtyard filled with exquisite gardens and various exotic herbs, exuding a misty fairy air.

All the buildings in the mansion are magnificent with carved beams and painted rafters, showing the owner's magnificent status and majesty.

The entire mansion is like a magnificent painting, vividly displaying the luxury and extravagance of the upper class.

While Fu Qian was observing, Miss He Er, who was rushing forward in front, was being reported information by wave after wave of servants.

The first to bear the brunt was an old servant who looked loyal. He hurriedly crawled towards Miss He Er.

Fu Qian was really afraid that he would fall and break his old bones.

The old slave cried out in a sobbing voice:

"Oh my second young lady! Why did you go out without permission when the city lord forbade you to? The master was furious when he found out and flattened a mountain with a flick of his sleeve! You should go and see the city lord!"

Miss He Er remained calm and walked forward as usual, only saying two short words.

"Don't go!"

The old servant was so anxious that he hurriedly followed, following the Second Miss's steps and trying to arouse the Second Miss's sympathy.

"Second Miss He! The master is looking for you! I beg you! How can I report to you otherwise? Hey, hey, hey, Second Miss! Where are you going? That's not the direction of the City Lord's Courtyard! Second Miss... Ouch, I..."

Miss He Er didn't buy it and pushed the old slave to the ground.

The old slave fell to the ground in response. Being pushed down was considered an explanation to the master.

Later, a charming female cultivator came and gave advice to Miss He Er.

"Miss He Er! Madam wants you to come back and pay your respects to her! She has something to ask you."

Miss He Er gave her the same answer: no.

The maid stopped to salute and went back to tell the lady the result. Then a handsome young man came up. He looked very pleasing. When he saw Miss He Er, he hurriedly reported:

"Miss He Er! Your thirteenth male favorite misses you so much that he wants to hang himself! You should go and have a look!"

Miss He Er frowned and stopped this time. She asked in doubt:

"Can a True Immortal Realm perform Zisha Hanging?? Why didn't he just jump off the Zhuxian Terrace?"

Miss He Er sneered, looked at the good-looking boy, and said to him:

"You look different? Are you powdered?"

The servant blinked his big grape-like eyes embarrassedly and nodded gently.

Miss He Er frowned and asked back:

"do you like me?"

The servant raised his handsome face and nodded with eyes full of hope and admiration.

Miss He Er smiled with satisfaction, and then said to Hong Er in a charming way:

"From now on, he is my seventeenth male concubine. You will arrange a courtyard for him, and take care of his food, clothing and other expenses. Do you understand?"

Fu Qian was listening behind Miss He Er, and what she said was getting more and more outrageous? What? A male favorite? The seventeenth room? She likes this? Then he just... insisted on entering the mansion... Will she misunderstand that I have feelings for her?

Fu Qian now had a bitter face, as if he had eaten bitter melon.

Unexpectedly, Miss He Er turned around and said to him cheerfully:

"You don't meet my aesthetic standards, don't worry, I won't look for a straight man like you when I'm looking for a male lover! I like young ones! Young ones, like this!"

Miss He Er lifted up the male favorite's oval face and sprayed her ambiguous nose on the boy's face. A burst of colorful clouds floated on the boy's fair skin, and his long eyelashes trembled constantly, making him look pitiful.

Miss He Er had obviously taken him in as her male concubine out of spite, but now after a closer look, she found that this male concubine was actually quite capable and had successfully attracted her attention. She felt a little itchy for a moment, and she stroked the male concubine's chin with her fingers, with some subtle thoughts in her mind.

Suddenly another servant came hurriedly over, and Miss He Er let go of the male favorite, gave him a look that showed she was still not satisfied, and continued walking forward.

After Miss He Er left, Fu Qian noticed the boy's expression, which looked as if he had expected it. It seemed that this man was well prepared!

Even spiritual power couldn't detect his level of cultivation. Despite his young age, he was thoughtful and had a high level of cultivation. The He Mansion was truly a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers were hidden.

Miss He Er walked around and around to her yard. As soon as she entered, she saw a man in white clothes boiling tea with rootless water in the yard. The tea was not ordinary tea. The fragrance of the tea cured all of Fu Qian's fatigue, and he instantly had an epiphany.

The man in white did not stand up to greet him. Seeing him coming back, he just said calmly:

"You're back, would you like to sit down and have some tea?"

Miss He Er sat down next to him, laughing and said:

"Hah, hah, hah! The tea brewed by Ziming is the most fragrant, just like you, fragrant!"

Faced with Miss He Er's unbearable teasing, he remained calm and poured a cup of tea for Miss He Er with steady hands.

Miss He Er took the tea but did not taste it carefully. Instead, she drank it in one gulp.

Fu Qian frowned and looked at Ziming and Miss He Er. These two people are not from the same world at all! One is arrogant and unconventional, and the other is elegant and unworldly. No matter how you look at it, it's like a flower stuck in cow dung.

Well, Miss He Er is that piece of cow dung.

Miss He Er smiled evilly, touched Ziming's chest dishonestly, and said affectionately:

"Ming'er, did you miss me today?"

Ziming took a sip of tea without changing his expression and asked calmly:

"Who is this?"

Only then did Miss He Er notice that Fu Qian had followed her to the backyard!

Outrageous!

"Why did you follow me in?"

For the first time in his life, Fu Qian said to her with a thick face:

"Ms. He Er did not tell me not to follow you. You did not arrange a place for me to stay."

Miss He Er was immediately amused by Fu Qian's self-righteousness.

"You still think you're right? Fine! You do have some backbone! You're still a tough guy! I want to see what you want to do! Hong'er! Come here!"

Hong'er immediately appeared beside Miss He Er.

"Hong'er is here, please give me your orders, young lady."

Miss He Er pointed at Fu Qian and said angrily:

"Let him live in the outer courtyard! In the guest room! I'll assign you to monitor his every move. If there is anything unusual, you must report it to me in person!"