The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

Seeing that Qingtian took the person away so easily, the Empress's face turned very ugly. She stared at the Emperor with sparks of anger flashing in her eyes.

"You just let him take that person away from me?"

When the Emperor saw that Qingtian had successfully taken the people away, the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground. He raised the corners of his mouth happily, sat down at the table leisurely, and said to the Empress with a smile:

"In Baidi City, there is no such thing as what counts or doesn't count. They are just trivial matters."

When the Empress heard what the Emperor said, she couldn't help but snort coldly, her tone full of ridicule and disdain:

"Huh, how funny! I finally caught the criminal, so I should be the one to interrogate him myself!"

The Emperor waved his hand gently, as if to brush off the non-existent dust on his body, then slowly stood up and said indifferently:

"It's midnight. According to the agreement, we should rest now."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the inner room without even glancing at the emperor and empress.

After hearing Bai Di's evasive answer, the Empress still showed dissatisfaction on her face, but she was helpless. After all, Bai Di had already gone into the inner room to prepare for bed, and she couldn't just rush in and make a scene with him. Although the two of them acted loving and harmonious in front of outsiders, they were actually estranged in spirit and had already slept in separate rooms.

The emperor and empress were not allowed to enter Baidi's bedroom, so after Baidi went to bed, the emperor and empress could no longer talk to him.

The Queen stood there, watching the back of Baidi walking away, her heart burning with anger. She gritted her teeth in frustration, then sat on her bed, replaying the scene in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more unwilling she felt.

Why would he take people away?

Why do their faces look so similar?

Yi Jiangnan disguised herself as a man and dared to lie to me!

Will Baidi have any strange thoughts about her because she is a woman?

Why did Baidi let those two people go so easily? Moreover, he treated me so coldly.

The more she thought about it, the more restless she felt. So she stood up and walked to the window, opened it, and looked out at the dark night sky. The cold wind whistled past, blowing her long hair and clothes, making her feel a chill.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. The empress immediately looked back vigilantly, and saw the maid Xiaoyue coming in with a bowl of steaming medicine.

"Empress, this is the medicine prepared for you by the imperial physician."

Xiaoyue said respectfully.

The empress took the medicine bowl and drank it all. As the medicine entered her throat, she immediately felt a warm current flowing through her throat, and a light bitter taste spread on her tongue.

After drinking the medicine, the emperor and empress lay on the bed and closed their eyes.

However, even lying in bed, her thoughts were still flying. She thought of the past between herself and Baidi, and happiness seemed to be forever out of reach.

She couldn't help but begin to doubt whether she really understood this man after all her efforts, and whether she could really spend her life with him.

In the dead of night, the Empress was filled with confusion and anxiety. She didn't know how to go in the future, nor did she know whether she could really overcome all difficulties and challenges.

After Baidi entered the room, he walked straight to the bed without saying anything and sat cross-legged. Then, he closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and cast a mysterious and powerful spell - the Spiritual Consciousness Clone Spell.

As the spell took effect, Baidi's figure gradually became blurred and finally disappeared. It turned out that he had successfully separated his spiritual consciousness and left the Emperor's Palace in the form of a clone.

A moment later, Baidi's spiritual clone arrived at a dark, damp, and decayed place - this was where the prisoners were held. At this time, Qingtian had just completed a task: locking Chu Wanning and Fu Qian in the dungeon.

Seeing this, Baidi's eyes flashed with a cunning look. He quietly cast a spell to freeze Qingtian, and at the same time used his own power to block Qingtian's five senses. In the blink of an eye, Qingtian stood there like a sculpture, unable to move at all.

After doing this, Baidi quickly cast another mysterious barrier spell. This barrier can not only block all external divine sense detection, but also ensure that only Chu Wanning and Fu Qian remain in it.

At this moment, something amazing happened! Fu Qian, who was originally restrained by Qingtian's spiritual power, suddenly regained his freedom. He rushed over without hesitation and picked up the seriously injured Chu Wanning, then continuously injected his powerful spiritual power into her body.

You have to know that Chu Wan Ning is just a small earthly immortal, and her strength is far inferior to that of the emperor and empress who have the cultivation level of a golden immortal.

Chu Wanning's body was like a leaf blown by a strong wind, swaying. Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were cracked, and she seemed to have no strength to speak. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her breathing was weak and rapid, as if it would stop at any time.

Fu Qian looked at Chu Wan Ning's painful appearance, his heart filled with guilt and self-blame. He hugged her tightly, trying to let her feel his warmth and strength. He took a deep breath, and then slowly injected the spiritual power in his body into Chu Wan Ning's body.

As the spiritual energy poured in, Chu Wanning's body began to tremble slightly. Although her face was still pale, it was no longer as lifeless as before. Her breathing also became much more stable, as if she was slowly recovering.

Fu Qian's spiritual power continued to flow into Chu Wan Ning's body, moistening her dry meridians. His forehead was covered with sweat, but he did not feel tired at all, and he was only concentrating on treating Chu Wan Ning.

At this moment, the Shennong Ding suddenly flew out of the storage bag on Chu Wanning's waist and hovered steadily in the air. The body of the Ding was shining with green light, as dazzling as the brightest stars in the night sky. These green lights seemed to have magical powers, and they gathered on Chu Wanning's body in an endless stream. Looking closely, you can see that the damaged meridians and bones are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Gradually, Chu Wanning's face, which was as pale as paper, gradually regained some color, and her body began to emit a faint but firm light. The light was not dazzling, but gave people a soft and warm feeling; it was like the first ray of sunshine in the spring morning, shining through the window onto the floor, full of vitality and vigor.

As the light grew stronger, Chu Wanning's breathing, which was so weak that it was almost inaudible, began to become clear and powerful, like a breeze blowing through a wind chime, crisp and pleasant. Every inhalation and exhalation seemed to carry the rhythm of life, as if she was engaging in a thrilling tug-of-war with the god of death, trying to break free from the shackles of death.