A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

Down in the attic, everyone was discussing it enthusiastically, and inevitably, they all thought the two good-for-nothings were a perfect match.

Upstairs, one man was pouring tea for another.

The man pouring the water looked like a playboy, smiling nonchalantly, but there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

The man sitting there, however, remained indifferent and aloof, quietly sipping his tea without uttering a word.

"I must say, you really know how to hold back," Qin Yuehan said, suppressing a laugh.

If he were insulted like that, he probably wouldn't know how to retaliate, whether openly or secretly.

"That's just how it seems on the surface, why take it to heart?" Mo Shaoxie sipped his tea, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Although the man still had a cold expression, Qin Yuehan knew he was in a good mood.

"The Prime Minister's eldest daughter, Feng Jiutian, is a good-for-nothing? It seems not. She managed to win the heart of our Seventh Prince. He went to great lengths to marry her."

Qin Yuehan said jokingly, looking at Mo Shaoxie with a mocking gaze, as if to say, "You have to give me an explanation."

Mo Shaoxie didn't even raise his eyes, and smiled amusedly: "You're so free, you even have time to gossip. Should I give you some more tasks?"

Qin Yuehan quickly shook his head.

"How's the matter I asked you to investigate going?"

Upon seeing this, Qin Yuehan quickly put away his frivolous manner and slowly recounted the information he had recently found.

Finally, seeing Mo Shaoxie sipping his tea in deep thought, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why are you so obsessed with matters concerning demons?"

The man before him possessed power across multiple countries, and even held the lifeline of this nation in his hands.

The phrase "turning one's hand to make clouds and rain" perfectly describes this 'evil young master'.

But this incredibly capable man went so far as to ask his friend to personally investigate matters concerning demons, which piqued Qin Yuehan's curiosity.

Mo Shaoxie placed the tea on the table, raised his eyes, and his gaze was filled with endless allure.

"So curious? How about I tell you myself?" Mo Shaoxie said softly, deliberately drawing out his words with a hint of temptation, emphasizing the word "personally."

"No need, I still want to live!"

……

Feng Jiusi took the imperial edict, casually tossed it into the room, and continued with her business.

"I say, Seventh Princess Consort, shouldn't you pack your bags and head to the palace?" Xuanji Zi teased, seeing Feng Jiutian's nonchalant attitude.

"Old man, I really have no interest in the position of the Seventh Imperial Consort," Feng Jiutian said with a helpless expression, rubbing his temples.

I don't know what that old emperor was thinking, that a divorced woman could marry a prince.

Early in the morning, Feng Jiutian received another imperial edict summoning her to the palace. She packed a few things, as she was alone and didn't have much stuff. After packing, she left the Feng residence with the eunuch who was leading the way.

Feng Lingyu remained silent the whole time, her expression unreadable, though a hint of reluctance lingered in her eyes—after all, she was her daughter!

Before entering the palace, Feng Xuan held her hand and kept talking to her.

It was nothing more than telling her to be careful when she entered the palace, and to avoid provoking the people there if possible.

Feng Jiutian knew that her grandfather was doing this for her own good, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She listened to everything he said and told him to take care of his health and not to worry about her.

But Fengxuan was still worried about her, and watched her sedan chair until it was quite a distance away before he left.

Throughout the journey, Feng Jiutian remained silent, closing his eyes for a short nap.

So much had happened these past few days, it had really worn her out. Xuanjizi sensed she was asleep and didn't disturb her.

Only when she felt the sedan chair outside had stopped did Feng Jiu lift the curtain and walk out. Following the eunuch who was leading the way, she finally arrived at the Seventh Prince's residence after many twists and turns.

"Seventh Imperial Consort, the Seventh Prince will be here soon. I shall take my leave now." The eunuch bowed and withdrew, leaving Feng Jiutian alone to wait in the vast hall.

"He's a prince, after all, how come he doesn't have any maids or guards?"

Looking at the empty hall, Feng Jiutian couldn't help but speak aloud to Xuanji Zi.

"Rumors are circulating that the Seventh Prince is out of favor, which led to this outcome," Xuanji Zi said after a long silence.

"Is that really the case?" Feng Jiutian raised her eyebrows after hearing this, but she felt that there were quite a few people around the hall.

Are they all hidden guards?

How could an unfavored prince have so many guards protecting him?

Or am I just imagining things?

Interesting, this seventh prince is indeed interesting.

Feng Jiutian sat in his seat, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

It's been a while since we last met, I wonder if he still remembers her.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." The Seventh Prince ordered the servants who were pushing him to step back before speaking apologetically to Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiutian looked at the frail Seventh Prince, waved her hand to indicate that it was alright, walked over and pushed him to the seat before sitting down next to him herself.

The Seventh Prince had a faint smile on his thin lips. Half of his face was handsome, but the other half was covered by a black cloth, leaving only one beautiful eye exposed, which seemed to be able to captivate people's souls.

After Feng Jiutian settled her in, she turned to Feng Jiutian and thanked her, saying, "Thank you, Miss."

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was deliberately lowering it.

Feng Jiutian felt that this person was so familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on who it was. She thought for a long time but couldn't come up with any clues.

"I feel a little embarrassed that you're looking at me like that, young lady," the Seventh Prince said with a light laugh when he saw Feng Jiutian staring at him blankly.

It feels a little different from last time, but I can't quite put my finger on why.

Feng Jiutian buried her doubts in her heart, but a hint of inquiry flashed in her eyes.

Feng Jiutian then realized that she had been staring at him for quite some time. She slowly shifted her gaze, picked up a cup of tea from the table, and calmly said, "Seventh Prince, you are overthinking this. However, today, Seventh Prince, you reminded me of an old friend."

"This king looks like an old friend? Do I know him?" The Seventh Prince asked two questions in a row, staring at Feng Jiutian with great curiosity.

Feng Jiutian frowned, thinking that it was best not to mention that person.

To avoid that sissy finding out and becoming narcissistic again.

"It's nothing, just a chance encounter. The Seventh Prince probably doesn't know him."

"Oh."

The Seventh Prince lowered his eyes in disappointment, and Feng Jiutian remained silent, the atmosphere just like that.

After a while, the Seventh Prince spoke first.

"Young lady, are you going to marry me?"

"This humble woman does not believe that my status as a second-marriage person is worthy of you, Seventh Prince." Upon hearing this, Feng Jiutian frowned unhappily, deliberately emphasizing the words "second-marriage."