Chapter 547: Chapter 530: The Demon Lord is a Sword Concealing Master_3

She wouldn’t choose this path.

But that boy was indeed useful to her.

At least, he was slightly more useful than His Majesty, who was currently off gallivanting somewhere unknown.

The little Enchanting Demon was like a small gift sent to the boy’s side.

As for tonight, how much Divine Origin he could retrieve depended on his own skill and fortune.

After all, he was a River Lord from Si He of the Demon World, a standout among the Enchanting Demon clan, bearing the core inheritance of the Divine Element’s path.

She didn’t expect the boy to bring back much Divine Origin; with his frail body, retrieving even one percent would be a miracle. Although it was less, it would still be somewhat useful to her.

She lowered her head to sip her tea and said, “If he can survive the night, that would show some skill, and in that case, it wouldn’t hurt to take him back to Kunlun and have you, little Qingshui, personally guide and train him.”

Qing Xuan thought to herself, isn’t that an Enchanting Demon? To survive a night, wouldn’t he be carried out lying down?

The Empress’s heart was truly ruthless.

Even His Majesty from those years would have struggled to make such effort without rest for a whole night, right?

Dawn finally broke, lighting up the day.

The drunkards within the hall remained deeply asleep.

The butterfly poison within Su Jing’s body had been resolved, and the drunkenness had cleared, but she hadn’t moved, curled up with her blanket in a small, pitiful heap in the corner of the wall, her clear, cold eyes brimming with dark shadows, evidently from a sleepless night, with her ears drooping listlessly.

As daylight filled the room, there was still no cessation of movement within the bed curtains.

Her ears twitched slightly as she got up with a cold expression to close the hall’s windows and draw the curtains, not allowing sunlight to enter the room. Any disheveled clothing on the floor was neatly folded, and the purple and water-colored garments were all kicked under the bed.

She placed the neatly folded clothes under the bed and tidied the disordered boots as well. After doing all this, she wandered around the hall like a lost soul, not knowing what else to do.

When she realized she had nothing more to attend to, Su Jing wrapped herself in the blanket and curled back into the corner, wretchedly bundling up, her two fluffy bunny ears drooping and their fur becoming significantly duller.

The whole day passed, and Su Jing’s expression grew colder.

The Empress’s tea was changed again and again, and the night dew collected by the Qingshui maidens had filled the jade vessels to the brim. With nothing to do that night, she simply sat in the courtyard and gazed up at the stars.

She sighed and said, “It’s been a day and a night now.”

The girl Qingshui also feigned a sigh.

After thinking deeply, the Empress seriously said, “I think this boy has good potential; once he’s at Kunlun, have him stay by your side, Qingshui.”

Qingshui smiled slightly and said, “I am honored.”

Another day passed, and the night’s little mushrooms sprouted from the soil.

The Empress furrowed her brow solemnly, looking towards the Qing Xuan maid.

Her eyelids twitched, about to voice her objection, but upon meeting the Empress’s profound gaze, she resignedly said, “Qing Xuan understands, Qing Xuan will certainly commit all her efforts to train this child.”

Day gave way to night, and then three whole days passed.

The maidens watching the stars in the courtyard remained silent throughout the night, wordless.

In the darkness, they wondered, could that little Enchanting Demon have perished?

Although God Demons did not coexist peacefully, to torment a renowned Demon Lord of the Demon Clan like Si He to death in such a manner would inevitably tarnish one’s reputation.

The Empress calculated with her fingers and made an astonishing discovery: the Water God’s Divine Origin, lost for millions of years, was now likely to be three or four parts within the boy’s body.

This was truly significant.

After some careful consideration, she suddenly bent down to pet the little Kunlun lord in her arms and smiled, saying, “Kunlun, how would you feel if Mother gave you a big brother?”

Because of this sentence, the sugar gourd in little Kunlun’s hand shockingly dropped to the ground.

Did she look like a mere three-year-old who only ate sugar gourd? Can a big brother also be born from Mother’s belly?

She said with a troubled look, “Mother, every time you take disciples, it’s always two coming in and one dying, one left maimed. If you take another son now, he’ll likely never even make it to his next life because of you. I quite like him, so please show some mercy.”

The little one disagreed with having a big brother, so it seems … another way to keep the boy by her side must be found.

But…really, couldn’t she raise him as a son?

After raising daughters for so many years, she suddenly felt that the little cotton jacket often leaked wind, offering no joy, and she also wished to raise a son for a change.

The Empress was left feeling quite melancholic and dejected.