She became a god

Upon hearing this, Longyan couldn't help but speak up, "Is that Luchao really that good? Is it worth it for them to kill each other and harm innocent people?"

Then he changed the subject, "But I suppose they were born in a poor, remote area and have never seen the world, which is why they've made such a fuss over a woman?"

In fact, the Big and Small Stone Mountains are beautiful and full of spiritual energy, and can be considered a blessed land.

However, Longyan has enjoyed the best resources in China since childhood, so he felt that it was a poor and remote place.

Feng Yanyan said, "Don't be angry, they're not worth getting angry at."

Hearing his wife's heartfelt words, Longyan smiled shyly and personally served her the next pastry.

[If Little Nuofu wants to act cute, please go somewhere else.]

[Single bear refuses to watch married couples showing affection!]

Seeing that Longyan was poised to become the second major strategic point, Ye Qingzhou quickly spoke up, "Now that the backstory is over, do you have any other questions?"

Feng Yanyan smiled and said, "This information is enough for me to solve the case."

Ye Qingzhou wasn't curious about how Feng Yanyan solved the case; she only wanted to know, "Does the Demon Lord have time?"

If you don't have time, it's also possible to tell Princess Qingluan.

However, although Princess Qingluan may easily defeat her peers, she may not be able to mobilize the elders of various clans.

"If anything happens, just tell me first. My aunt is still in seclusion."

Feng Yanyan believed that, with very few exceptions, there was nothing in the world that she couldn't control.

This is because behind her are the Phoenix Clan, the number one clan in the demon realm, and Feng Jiaojiao, the demon lord with the strongest combat power on the Yunying Continent.

At least, with those senior figures not intervening, Feng Jiaojiao deserves the title of the undisputed number one in the world.

But then a rumor reached her ears, and Feng Yanyan couldn't help but think more highly of Ye Qingzhou.

"Since my aunt has just emerged from seclusion today, I will take you to pay your respects."

Ye Qingzhou thanked him with a smile, then picked up a piece of pastry to taste, and found it to be surprisingly delicious.

Longyan was quite pleased to see Ye Qingzhou praising her so much, but he still said sarcastically, "This is something I prepared especially for Yanyan. You can't steal it from me in the future."

Ye Qingzhou said quietly, "Didn't I take it openly and honestly? If I can't beat you, I'll give you a 20% discount next time you ask for a divination."

"Do I look like a demon who needs your spirit stones?"

"of course not."

To be honest, those richer than Longyan aren't as generous as him, and those more generous than him aren't as rich.

Feng Yanyan smoothed things over, saying, "Ayan means that if you want to eat it, you should let him know in advance, and he will make it for you."

Ye Qingzhou's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly. "Princess Qingluan, don't you feel guilty saying that?"

Apart from you, Princess Qingluan, when has Longyan ever condescended to lower itself to such a high position?

[I'm already being lenient by just getting a free meal, let alone specifically requesting it. If I dared to request it, that scoundrel from Longyan would probably beat me to a pulp.]

Perhaps out of respect for Qingluan, Longyan stuffed a plate of pastries into Ye Qingzhou's hands, saying, "Eat up, eat until you're stuffed."

"I can't eat until I'm stuffed. I was dizzy for seven days, and spent the whole day on the road without a drop of water or a grain of rice."

"It sounds pitiful, but you're not an ordinary person, you won't starve to death."

Feng Yanyan gleaned some key information from the argument: "What happened that made you faint for seven days? Is that why you want to see your aunt?"

Ye Qingzhou nodded and popped another piece of pastry into her mouth.

It must be said that the pastry-making skills in Longyan are really good; it doesn't seem like something a pampered imperial noble could do.

Is this the legendary, damned power of love?

Love inspired the Emperor, who never lifted a finger, to create state banquet-level desserts.