Chapter 591: Chapter 547: I Will Alleviate Your Pain for You

The entire Jiusha clan had already been wiped out. Ning Feiyan twisting truth for falsehood could be considered dead without proof.

At the same time, it also provided a perfect excuse for her absence from the Royal City these past few days.

And now, the cat that should have been captured by the Jiusha clan appeared safe and sound with her in the Chao Mu Hall, which served as the best explanation.

Within a few words, she had cleared herself of all suspicion.

The Demon Lord of course knew that the matter was not as simple as she had described. Across the vast Demon World, there were few who would dare cause trouble under her watch. This Ning Feiyan was definitely a person with a deeply rebellious nature.

She did not believe a word of Ning Feiyan’s story. Not a single word.

But Ning Feiyan was extremely clever. Even in such a desperate and sudden crisis, she managed to clean up after herself so that not a trace of evidence was left, giving her no chance to make things difficult for her.

Ning Feiyan’s gaze casually swept past the gold flowers at the Demon Lord’s neckline, her expression unchanged and utterly calm.

The Female Demon Lord’s cool, thin fingers slowly caressed the fierce wound on her back that was originally left by Shemo Li. The gesture was gentle yet indescribably cold and cruel, as her pale fingertips penetrated bit by bit into the wound.

The pain made Ning Feiyan frown, her eyes misting with a soft, vulnerable moisture, “Your Majesty…”

The Female Demon Lord hummed deeply, pressing her fingertips forcefully into the depths of the flesh, reaching the spine. With a mere exertion of strength from her fingers, she could shatter her entire skeleton into dust.

She spoke in a measured tone, “This Demon King inflicted quite a heavy blow. If the River Lord does not take care of this body, there’s a high risk of falling at any moment, with the deadly poison reaching deep into the bone marrow.

In a few days, at the Monarch’s Return Banquet, what do you think would happen if the seventy-two Prison Law Demon Generals in the Royal City learned of Si He’s illness?”

In the grand Demon World, presided by the Demon Lord, the throne was followed by the Six Rivers, and these seventy-two Prison Law Demon Generals were under the jurisdiction of the Six Rivers, with some high-ranking Generals not lacking the Demon Cultivators yearning for the position of the Six Rivers in the Tribulation Realm.

The Monarch’s Return Banquet wasn’t just about the changes in the status amongst the Six Rivers, it was also a rare opportunity for the Demon Generals.

Even though Ning Feiyan had cleared herself of suspicion today, the Monarch’s Return Banquet would be her death sentence.

The Six Rivers, through the ages, once chosen, their position was extremely difficult to shake, and the simple reason was that the unique power of the Six Rivers was too overbearingly powerful, naturally exerting a terrible suppressive force on all living Demon Clan members.

Now with Ning Feiyan critically injured and on the brink of death, these powerful and fearsome Demon Generals would naturally swarm to her like blood-thirsty mosquitoes.

The Demon Clan has always been cruel and selfish. The allure of the power of the Four Rivers was too great, and even though Ning Feiyan had a good reputation in the Demon World, it was inconsequential in the face of real interest.

Whether she was feigning calm or was just too scheming, Ning Feiyan’s face showed no sign of anxiety or fear. She replied with a light smile, “Of course, everything should prioritize the order of the Demon World.”

“I hope this is your true sentiment,” the Demon Lord bent down and picked up the gown from the ground, personally draping it over Ning Feiyan, “I am very much looking forward to the River Lord’s performance at the Monarch’s Return Banquet.”

Ning Feiyan smiled gracefully and responded earnestly with a bow, “I shall not fail Your Majesty’s expectations.”

The Demon Lord helped her up, a strange smile flickering in her eyes.

Because her appearance was so pleasing, a simple smile could easily bewitch the heart, making it easy to overlook the deadly arsenic hidden under the sugar coating.

“Today, I have just returned to the city and still do not know what audacious thief stole from the Xuanting Cave Mansion. I need to meditate for a few days. The cat will be left in the care of the River Lord; remember, do not get caught again by unknown rebels.”

Her words seemed to carry a double meaning, perhaps tinged with hidden sarcasm, but in the end, she did not add any further difficulties for Ning Feiyan. After removing the Hook Jade from Baili An’s neck, she left the Chao Mu Hall.

Only when the Demon Lord’s presence had completely vanished did Ning Feiyan’s forced composure collapse, and a deathly pallor spread across her face. She slumped uncontrollably.

Baili An immediately transformed into his human form, steadying her and carrying her horizontally towards the bed.

The weakened Ning Feiyan lay compliantly in his arms and was eventually placed on the soft bed, nestled between the pillows.

Although their stands differed, Baili An had to admit his admiration for this woman.

Anyone else with such severe injuries and poison would have had their willpower completely worn down by now.

Yet, she had sustained her spirit on nothing but a cup of cold tea, enduring for such an extended period.

Even after their recent back-and-forth, no hint of anything unusual could be seen from her outward appearance.

The disarrayed bandages lay scattered, and there was no need for hemostatic treatment. With her critical condition, such medicines were of no help to her.

Baili An sat at the head of the bed, snuffing out the bewitching fragrance on the table.

Looking at the smoke trailing out of the Golden Furnace beast, he pondered, “Today’s ordeal has passed.”

“Passed?” Ning Feiyan gave a feeble smile, “Then you’re quite underestimating her.”

“She didn’t show me mercy today. You’ve said it yourself; being alive is more painful than being dead. With rage in her heart, she certainly won’t let me die easily.”

Ning Feiyan’s entire demeanor was languid, “To say something shameless, right now I really feel like crying from the pain.”