“Jing Yan already has one foot in the coffin. Who do you think he could entrust the Sun Wheel Imperial Seal to? If it weren’t for your interference, I would have gotten that Key long ago.”
Yun Liu shot a glare, not in a good mood.
The Fake Princess gave an awkward smile.
The importance of Jing Tan’er was self-evident.
“Then what about the True Princess?”
Yun Liu pretended to be surprised.
“What silly thing are you saying? Aren’t you the True Princess? As for the Rebel impersonating Her Highness, I have my own ways to reveal her true form.”
The False Holy Son and the True Holy Maiden exchanged a meaningful smile.
“Then I’ll wait for your good news, Holy Son.”
The Little Demoness nodded, plopping back onto the bed, her eyes looking at him with new appreciation.
This guy really does have some skills, but whether he’s fit to be her Bright Sovereign is still to be determined~
Yun Liu exited the sleeping palace, finally relaxing a tightly strung chord inside.
Recalling the dangers just now, he felt a lingering fear—not much different from experiencing a life-and-death battle.
He had bluffed with a straight face for so long, but finally managed to deceive the Demon Sect Demonic Woman.
Now comes the moment to witness a miracle—he would turn the real into fake, then let the fake strike down the real!
Xiao Xinran and Ji Shiyu had been arguing for a while.
When they saw Yun Liu come out so quickly, they looked at each other in surprise.
The two of them peeked around the door, then hurriedly covered their eyes.
Inside, the Little Princess’s clothes were disheveled as she sat on the bed in a daze, her pretty face flushed as if… afterwards.
Ugh!
Yun Liu rolled up his sleeves without a word and marched straight towards the Northern Courtyard sleeping palace.
No time to explain!
“Speaking of which, that was way too fast. Little brother, are you… not that great?”
Ao Tian scratched his head, muttering as Yun Liu charged off again without any need for a break.
Again!?
“I was just running my mouth, but you really go all in—doesn’t matter if it’s real or fake, you don’t let any go.”
Ao Tian landed on Yun Liu’s shoulder, mysteriously presenting a bottle of Jade God Oil stolen from Ji Shiyu, full of admiration.
“Well? Got any ideas? Is it smooth?”
The Little Yellow Chick waggled its eyebrows.
“It’s not your turn yet. This time, your and Shiyu’s mission is the toughest, but the reward is considerable. Let’s see if you have the guts to get on board.”
“Chirp?”
Before Ao Tian could figure it out, Yun Liu flicked him off with a finger, sending him flying towards the Northern Palace.
In the game, Ji Shiyu was busy building her harem during the Shengyu Festival, eating and drinking, and finally ended up in a random fight with some Demon Sect minions.
Then came the cutscene of the Golden Crow falling into the sea.
Now, Yun Liu not only had to help Jing Tan’er secure the throne, but also use the hands of the Vermilion Bird and Qi Luck Maiden to uproot the Demon Sect forces in East Pole Province and utterly destroy Ling Tong!
There’s no lack of risk, and it’s a big one.
Impersonating the Holy Son and exposing himself to the villains—one slip and it would be a fatal disaster.
The Holy Son of Previous Generation was slain by Shen Zhong in the Heaven Abyss Demon-Slaying battle.
The Arbiter was also forced to retreat by the Six Great Orthodox Leaders of the Heavenly Concord Alliance.
The real Bright Sovereign wouldn’t be selected again until the Old Demoness left seclusion in the mid-stage.
By then, Yun would have earned enough to retire with Sister Qin into the mountains, vanishing without a trace.
At present, with the fictional Holy Son and a full sense of ceremony, unless the Demon Sect leader appeared in person, no one could expose the truth.
As for Jing Tan’er’s fate, it depended on her own choices—would she become the rising Vermilion Saintess Empress, or the obedient puppet princess?
That was up to her.
The lights inside the room were still on.
Yun Liu knocked gently on the palace door.
After hearing a soft hum of permission, he entered—and saw an unexpected scene.
Inside the sleeping palace, a lonely girl was changing clothes, a pale arm exposed behind the screen, showing no shyness or restraint.
At that moment, the Princess behind the scenes wore nothing, her slim silhouette outlined by the light.
Most captivating of all were those long legs, igniting endless imagination in a young man’s mind.
“Did I interrupt?”
Yun Liu turned his back, only to hear Jing Tan’er give a cold order.
“Don’t leave!”
Before long, Her Highness emerged in her nightgown, the thin silk clinging to her delicate body, and stared Yun Liu down.
“Come on!”
Jing Tan’er was straightforward, cheeks puffed in indignation.
“Ah?”
“Aren’t you here to test me? What are you waiting for!”
The True Princess placed both hands on her waist, her resentment overflowing.
“Don’t think I don’t know—you went to that fake first, then only came here! I saw it all from the window! You, you believe her more, don’t you!?”
They’re even competing over this?
The Princess’s mysterious competitive spirit left Yun Liu both amused and helpless.
“This Princess refuses to believe it! Bring it on—whatever you did to her, do it to me now! That’s called the controlled variable method, right? You taught me that!”
Such requests existed!?
Yun Liu’s smile turned odd. The words he’d prepared disappeared, and seeing the cluelessly adorable Jing Tan’er made him want to tease her even more.
“Are you sure? I was pretty rough with her.”
Yun Liu stroked his chin, grinning wickedly.
Before Jing Tan’er could reply, he pounced, pressing her onto the bed.
“Mm!”
Jing Tan’er muttered, legs twisting, lips pressed into a line.
Her beautiful face was flushed, ten fingers clutching the sheets as she continued to protest.
“That’s it? Then, k-keep going…•”
Yun Liu’s heart raced.
For some reason, he suddenly felt guilty for not trusting his initial judgment.
Ao Tian was right—some things can’t be faked by just wearing a skin.
Whether it was the rhythm of her heartbeat or the evasive glances, the secrets in the girl’s heart—however well hidden—were laid bare.
Seeing Yun Liu hesitate, a trace of sadness appeared in Jing Tan’er’s eyes.
She slowly reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Mm!?”
Her alluring red lips pressed against his.
Yun Liu froze, his mind going blank.
The Little Princess closed her eyes, her body trembling.
The softness of her touch brought a faint bitterness.
A tear slipped down her cheek before she even realized it.
This was a scene Jing Tan’er had rehearsed countless times in her mind, but never imagined it would come true under such circumstances.
After a long moment, their lips parted.
Jing Tan’er panted softly, her smile dim.
“Even if I know it’s fake, I’m still grateful you stayed with me for this play.
If it weren’t for that imposter, you probably would never have come this close to me.”
“I…I’m sorry.”
Yun Liu stammered, regretting the words as soon as he spoke.
Jing Tan’er wiped her face, carefully crawling to the corner of the bed and curling up, her smile forced.
“No need to apologize.
Actually, I always knew, whether past or present, you never liked me.
I was just used to lying to myself.”
“I wonder, does this kind of answer satisfy you?”
Jing Tan’er rubbed her face, suppressing her sadness and trying to regain her proud, overbearing demeanor.
She spoke fiercely.
“Damn it! None of their questions hit the mark. If the test was about you, I wouldn’t lose to anyone!”
Yun Liu couldn’t help but laugh.
“If I said I already knew you were the real one before I entered, would you believe me?”
“Really?”
Light returned to Jing Tan’er’s eyes.
Yun Liu nodded.
He realized one day that he could no longer ignore how adorable this girl was.
That was the most fatal of all.
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