The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

"Yunyan, wake up, I'm waiting for you." He called softly.

Finally, Lan Yunyan slowly opened her eyes, and the intelligence in her eyes was as bright as before.

"Xiu Han, is that you? Where am I?" Lan Yunyan's voice was soft and weak.

Ling Xiuhan hugged Lan Yunyan excitedly, his voice trembling: "Yunyan, you are finally back. We will never be separated again."

At this time, the spiritual power fluctuations in the secret room gradually subsided, and the spiritual crystals on the wall regained their stable light, as if cheering for their reunion.

Ling Xiu Han brought Lan Yunyan out of the secret room. The people in the Holy Palace outside felt the Lord's joy and knelt down to cheer.

The sunlight shines on them, as if covering them with a layer of golden glow. The road ahead may still be full of unknowns, but at this moment, they hug each other tightly, not afraid of wind and rain.

Ling Xiu Han held Lan Yunyan's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear again if he let go.

He looked at Lan Yunyan, his eyes filled with affection and cherishment, and said, "Yunyan, you have been unconscious for a long time. Everything in this Holy Palace is the same as before, but you are missing by my side."

Lan Yunyan raised her head slightly and looked at Ling Xiuhan, memories of the past flooding back like a tide.

She remembered their encounter by the Lingxi River. Ling Xiuhan was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with coldness and pride between his sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. But when he looked at her, his eyes were as gentle as water.

At that moment, her heart could not help but sink. They danced together under the moon, Ling Xiuhan's embrace warm and firm, his scent lingering on her nose, intoxicating her.

There was also the time when they watched the sunrise together on Lingshan Mountain. When the first ray of sunlight shone on them, Ling Xiuhan whispered his love and promise to her. Those beautiful moments now clearly emerged in her mind.

"Xiu Han, I seemed to have had a very long dream. In the dream, I was lost in the darkness and couldn't find you." A trace of fear flashed in Lan Yunyan's eyes.

Ling Xiuhan gently embraced her in his arms, stroked her hair, and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Yunyan. The dream has ended. I will always be by your side and protect you."

Everyone in the Holy Palace watched the Lord and Miss Lan reunite, their faces filled with relief. Ling Xiuhan and Lan Yunyan strolled through the Holy Palace, and wherever they went, everyone bowed.

They walked through a garden brimming with blossoms, with butterflies dancing among the flowers. Lan Yunyan couldn't help but reach out to touch one, a pure smile on her face. In Ling Xiuhan's eyes, that smile was more captivating than the most precious treasure in the world.

"Xiu Han, look at this butterfly, how beautiful it is." Lan Yunyan said happily.

"Not even a fraction as beautiful as you." Ling Xiu Han responded lovingly.

They arrived at the Holy Palace's martial arts training grounds. Ling Xiuhan picked up a sword and began to dance with it. His movements were nimble, the sword flickered, and his clothes fluttered as his sword energy surged.

Lan Yunyan watched quietly from the side, her eyes filled with admiration. After Ling Xiuhan finished his sword dance, Lan Yunyan walked over, picked up a handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Xiu Han, your swordsmanship is becoming more and more sophisticated."

"In order to protect you, I must continue to improve my martial arts." Ling Xiu Han held Lan Yunyan's hand and said.

At night, Ling Xiuhan and Lan Yunyan sat on the roof of the Holy Palace, gazing up at the starry sky. The stars twinkled, as if telling endless stories.

Ling Xiu Han held Lan Yunyan in his arms, feeling her warmth.

"Yunyan, from now on we will stay in this Holy Palace and stay together for the rest of our lives, okay?" Ling Xiu Han asked softly.

Lan Yunyan nodded slightly, "As long as you are here, everywhere is heaven."

During the warm time in the Holy Palace, although Ling Xiu Han and Lan Yunyan enjoyed sweetness, the shadow of his master, the Demon Lord, being murdered always lingered in his heart.

He knew very well that if the Demon Realm was not pacified by a powerful leader, it would be a land of devastation and chaos that would spread to the entire continent.

So, he secretly decided to go to the Demon Realm and take over the position of Demon Lord, but he couldn't bear to see Lan Yunyan take risks and worry, so he just hoped to bear it alone in silence.

The night was deep, and all was silent. Ling Xiuhan gently kissed Lan Yunyan's forehead. Seeing her peaceful sleep, he slowly rose. Dressed in a black robe, he concealed the Holy Palace's token close to his body and quietly walked towards the stables.

The horse seemed to know the seriousness of its master. It trotted out of the Holy Palace slowly with soft hooves, carrying Ling Xiu Han.

Lan Yunyan wasn't actually asleep; Ling Xiuhan's subtle movements had already startled her awake. Sensing something was amiss, she hurriedly followed Ling Xiuhan as he left.

The moonlight fell on Ling Xiu Han, casting a long, lonely shadow, revealing endless loneliness and determination.

Lan Yunyan concealed her presence and followed all the way, her eyes fixed on the familiar figure, full of worry.

Ling Xiuhan rode non-stop, crossing mountains and forests, crossing streams, and heading straight for the Demon Realm.

The border of the Demon Realm was filled with a disgusting stench of decay, and strange roars could be heard from the gloomy fog from time to time.

Ling Xiuhan dismounted and stepped in with his sword.

Lan Yunyan followed closely, and upon entering the Demonic Realm, she saw jagged rocks all around, with dark green demonic light flickering on the black rocks. Dark clouds swirled in the sky, as if a demon was struggling within.

Ling Xiu Han arrived at the Demon Realm Temple, where the demons had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing him coming, they all knelt on one knee and shouted, "Welcome the new Demon Lord!"

Ling Xiuhan's face was stern as he strode forward and ascended the Demon Lord's throne.

At this moment, a powerful magical power surged from the throne and poured into his body. It was the power inherited from the Demon Lord, but also a heavy responsibility.

Lan Yunyan followed the trail and arrived, but upon entering the temple, she was stopped by the demon guards. Furious, she cast a spell to repel the demon guards and rushed to Ling Xiuhan.

"Xiu Han, why did you come to this dangerous place and why did you hide it from me?" Lan Yunyan's eyes were red and her voice trembled slightly.

Ling Xiu Han looked at her and said, "Yun Yan, Master is in trouble, and the Demon Realm is in turmoil. I can't just sit back and watch. But this journey is dangerous, and I really don't want you to get involved."

Lan Yunyan held his hand and said, "You and I have been dependent on each other for life and death. No matter what happens, we should face it together."

At this moment, an evil force surged from the depths of the Demon Realm. It turned out that the sealed Lord of the Demon Abyss sensed the breath of the new Demon Lord and attempted to break the seal and seize the position of Demon Lord.

In an instant, the earth shook, huge cracks appeared in the walls of the Demon Palace, and dark magic power surged in like a tide.