‘No problem. I have a good job for you with decent pay. Go to the First Under Heaven Hall in the capital. I’ll make you the manager of the entire Lian Star Pavilion.’ Xiao Yuan’s mouth dropped: ‘The… First Under Heaven Hall? How could I possibly be qualified?’
I patted the kid’s shoulder: ‘No problem, absolutely no problem. If I say it’s okay, it’s okay, because I’m the mistress of the First Under Heaven Hall.’ ‘Mis… tress…? But Brother Ling, aren’t you… male?”
Xiao Yuan looked dumbly at my women’s clothing, his mouth gaping wider than a hippopotamus.
“Men and women shouldn’t be too close!” he shouted and ran away at an incredible speed.
I returned to the Ling mansion, and the servants were excited as if their parents had been resurrected. “Young Miss is back!” one shouted, prompting others to echo the sentiment. In less than a minute, my father came out. I marveled at the Ling mansion’s information transmission speed—truly formidable.
Very coincidentally, my father had just led Shang over. When Shang saw us, he quickly moved to shield me. The terrifying demon king’s expression returned as he angrily walked over, chopping down on Ling Shuang’s hand that was holding me. When Ling Shuang loosened his grip due to the pain, Shang seized me and held me in his arms.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time. Shang then grabbed Ling Shuang’s collar and said, “I warn you, if you dare touch Han again, I’ll kill.” Ling Shuang knocked away Shang’s hand, straightened his clothes, and replied, “You are not qualified to order me. Han does not belong to you alone.” My father and I broke into a cold sweat for Ling Shuang—he was too bold, considering the other person was the emperor.
Such a strong taste of jealousy.
