Chapter 20#
The Little Trash Tames the Sinister Demon King (20)
Shuang Ling paused briefly before reporting in a low voice.
“This subordinate has not yet uncovered the full truth; only a few leopard spirits were captured. However, before they could be brought back for interrogation, they crushed their own demon cores and perished in self-explosion.”
Slender fingers continued to gently comb through the ink-black hair.
Mo Yan lifted a strand of hair, casually bringing it to his nose and inhaling its scent, a playful smile curling at the corner of his lips.
“Interesting.”
Seeing this, Yan Xi stepped forward as well and reported respectfully.
“Your Majesty, ten years ago, you and the Queen…”
He paused, as if weighing his words, before finally speaking bluntly: “Soon after, the human race once again raised an army to invade.”
“Again?” Mo Yan’s eyes turned cold. “What do they want?”
Hadn’t they already arranged a marriage alliance, claiming they sought peaceful coexistence between the two races? It was they who had sought peace in the first place, and now they were the ones starting a war.
Yan Xi scratched the back of his head awkwardly and continued.
“This time, the commander’s surname is Xiao. He claims that Their Majesty killed their son—right in the middle of the marriage procession, his heart and lungs were ripped out. The Queen’s waist token was left at the scene, but the Queen has no spiritual power, so this Xiao insists that Their Majesty must have been the one to commit the murder. He says… it was out of jealousy.”
“…”
The hall fell silent.
Mo Yan let out a disdainful laugh, as if he had heard the greatest joke.
“Jealousy? I would be jealous of a waste?”
Yan Xi’s mouth twitched as he stammered, “That Xiao said…”
He hesitated for a long time, unable to finish.
Mo Yan pressed impatiently, “Said what?”
Yan Xi lowered his head, not daring to meet Mo Yan’s gaze, and replied quietly, “He said that before the Queen was married, she had feelings for Xiao Wu, and now that she has died tragically during the marriage procession, it must be because Their Majesty was jealous that Xiao Wu once won the Queen’s favor…”
As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell into a dead silence.
But the subject of this entire incident seemed oblivious, still holding a spoon, leisurely taking one sip of sweet soup after another.
Mo Yan stared at Ling Yan’s back, displeasure surging in his golden eyes. He suddenly reached out and grasped the back of Ling Yan’s neck, forcing him to turn around and meet his gaze. His voice was low and dangerous.
“Before you married me, did you have feelings for that waste?”
“…”
Ling Yan blinked his tea-colored eyes, looking completely confused.
“Who?”
He had only been focused on drinking his soup, completely ignoring the conversation. His eyes were now filled with bewilderment.
For a moment, Mo Yan couldn’t recall the name either, so he glanced at Yan Xi. Yan Xi quickly whispered, “Your Majesty, his name is Xiao Wu.”
“…”
That name…
It sounded somewhat familiar.
Ling Yan searched his memory carefully but came up empty.
He lazily leaned against Mo Yan’s hand, furrowing his brows slightly, but his tone was unusually serious: “I don’t remember him. Can’t recall anything.”
Ling Xiaoqi: 【…】
Bro.
Your memory is way too unreliable!
Upon hearing this, the sinister and fierce aura around Mo Yan immediately subsided a little.
No memory, no recollection—that must mean he never liked him.
Since he never liked him, it doesn’t matter.
He pulled Ling Yan back into his arms, playing with his slender fingers, stroking from the pale fingertips to the delicate wrist bone with a lingering touch. His voice was deep and husky as he said, “Since they deliberately spread rumors and cause trouble, kill them.”
Yan Xi immediately bowed in acknowledgment.
“Yes, this subordinate obeys.”
He paused, then added indignantly, “I don’t know which moron not only ripped out the man’s heart and lungs but also left the Queen’s waist token by the corpse, deliberately framing Your Majesty. Truly infuriating!”
Mo Yan’s narrow golden eyes glanced over lazily.
As for that “moron” himself—he slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes deep and intense as he looked over.
“…”
Ripping out heart and lungs?
Seems… somewhat familiar.
Ling Yan burrowed lazily in Mo Yan’s embrace, slightly raising his tea-colored eyes to look at Yan Xi. Then he stretched out one pale finger and slowly pointed to himself. “Yan Xi, that moron you’re talking about… I think it’s me.”
“…”
The hall fell into another dead silence.
This time, even the usually icy Shuang Ling couldn’t help but turn his head to look over—as far as he knew, this Demon Queen was supposed to have no spiritual power at all.
Yan Xi forced out a dry laugh, trying to ease the tension: “Your Majesty, please don’t joke with this subordinate.”
“I’m not joking.”
“…”
Yan Xi coughed lightly and explained cautiously, “That Xiao Wu was at the human Yellow Spirit level. Not extremely high, but Your Majesty…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but the implication was crystal clear.
You’re clearly a little waste with no spiritual power—how could you possibly have killed him?
Ling Yan, however, remained unflustered. He slowly extended his right hand, and with a slight exertion of power, a faint red spiritual light coalesced in his palm.
It flickered weakly, like a candle flame in the wind.
On the verge of extinguishing.
He lifted his beautiful face, his expression proud as if presenting a treasure, and said, “See? I have spiritual power now.”
Yan Xi: “…”
There’s something I want to say, but I’m not sure if I should.
This spiritual power… looks like a defective product?
Shuang Ling: “…”
Still a waste as always.
The hall fell into another subtle silence.
Mo Yan’s golden eyes were clearly filled with amusement as he looked down at the smug little demon queen in his arms. His voice was low and gentle as he comforted, “Yes, our Yan Yan is the most impressive.”
Ling Yan lifted his chin, full of confidence. “Of course.”
Shuang Ling: “…”
Yan Xi: “…”
Their Majesties are happy. That’s all that matters.
Suddenly, Mo Yan scooped Ling Yan up horizontally, cradling him securely in his arms. He rose unhurriedly from his seat and said calmly to the two below the steps, “If they want to fight, then let them. When has the demon realm ever feared war? As for that Xiao—”
His gaze turned cold, but his tone remained steady. “Tomorrow, I will go meet him myself.”
“Yes.”
The moment the words fell, Mo Yan had already vanished into a blur of motion with Ling Yan still in his arms.
Having eaten his fill, Ling Yan lounged lazily in Mo Yan’s embrace, occasionally swinging his legs.
His posture was so relaxed it bordered on insolence.
Ling Xiaoqi, watching from the space within, couldn’t help but raise a hand to his forehead.
He wanted to remind Ling Yan, but he was afraid the nearby demon king would detect their telepathic exchange. So he only gave a soft cough: 【Ahem…】
Ling Yan lazily lifted his eyelids: 【What? Got a chicken feather stuck in your throat?】
【…】
I just want to sever my meridians.
Big brother really isn’t afraid the demon king will find out.
Ling Xiaoqi had no choice but to grit his teeth and speak, 【Big brother, don’t forget the mission. We’re supposed to prevent the apocalypse.】
【I haven’t forgotten.】
【But now humans and demons are at war again—shouldn’t you go stop them?】
Ling Yan raised an eyebrow, unconcerned.
【A war between the two races won’t cause the apocalypse, will it? Haven’t they fought all the time in the past?】
Ling Xiaoqi earnestly advised, 【Better safe than sorry. World peace is the safest bet.】