Chapter 149: 149

Liao Tingyan, the halfway imperial concubine, became the lord of Sima Jiao’s harem. Since Sima Jiao had no Empress, she now represented the highest level.

Sima Jiao may have a natural hobby of promoting people, so he skipped a lot of levels at every turn.

Not only did he skip the levels, Sima Jiao also waved his sleeves and let Liao Tingyan live in Ziquan Palace, the empress’ palace.

Their emperor had always been wayward, and no one could do anything about it. He had said so, and no one dared to come out to refute. The blood in front of the hall had not been wiped clean.

Liao Tingyan lived in the Ziquan Palace. She didn’t live with Sima Jiao. She could summon her subordinates to ask something at night, and let Hong Luo take people back to the Demon Realm to see the situation.

Although she was the master of Ziquan Palace, there were a lot of people in it, coming and going, stupefied to set off the lively atmosphere of such a huge palace.

There were a lot of maids in charge of serving her. At a rough glance, there were at least a hundred people. In the inner hall, those who took care of her, were responsible for her hair, her jewelry, her clothes, her incense, her shoes… from head to toe, even the nail dyeing.

In addition, there were those responsible for her warehouse, for her tea and water, food and beverages, ice in summer and charcoal in winter, garden flowers and trees, lights and windows, and sweeping the hall…. all in one place. Liao Tingyan, who had a meticulous division of labor, couldn’t even remember.

How could a mortal emperor live his life more extravagantly than a cultivator? Of course Sima Jiao didn’t like too many people walking around at that time. He was too keen, but anyone who was around affected him. He got particularly irritable, and could directly use spells for many things at that time. In comparison, the mortal emperor lived too exaggeratedly.

Liao Tingyan was cleaned up by a bunch of maids like Bodhisattva, and then the flowers were transferred to the large bed. The incense and curtains were put on, and the maids stepped back in an orderly manner.

Liao Tingyan laid down with a quilt, slept until midnight, and was awakened. 

Sima Jiao was the only one in the world who could get close without awakening her.

Why did he show up again in the middle of the night?

Liao Tingyan didn’t feel strange at all when she saw the dark figure beside the bed. This problem of him appearing in the middle of the night, may be the same as not eating food, was written in the character’s initial setting.

She remembered a little bit of the past fragment. It was in Gengchen Xianfu, on the Three Saints Mountain. She woke up in the middle of the night and saw the black-clothed master wandering among the strange flowers, and casually killed a very beautiful girl. The flower was riyue. She didn’t really remember the girl’s identity.

During the years when he was absent, she recalled a lot of things. In the past few days, she remembered a lot of things. Although they were all fragmented memories, they all made her feel both novel and emotional. Was her relationship with that kind of stinky person so perverted?

Sima Jiao sat on the bedside and looked at her. With no light or sound, if it was an ordinary person it could scare her out. But Liao Tingyan was fearless. She looked at him who had heavy dark circles and proactively stretched out her hand to him, “Your Majesty, do you want to sleep together?”

Sima Jiao discovered that this person was not afraid of him early in the morning, but after hearing her say that, he still said, “Aren’t you afraid of being with me? Have you changed your mind now?”

Liao Tingyan: “…” No, I’m afraid I will shoot you.

Liao Tingyan: “Would you like to go to bed? It is late, won’t you sleep?” Mortal people would not only have dark circles under the eyes, but also hair loss and even kidney failure from insomnia. She touched his black and beautiful hair with affection. It was better to cultivate.

Sima Jiao ignored her words, put one hand on the pillow, and stared at her condescendingly, “What are you?”

He looked at Liao Tingyan carefully and got close, as if he wanted to see through her.

He leaned too close, and at close distance, Liao Tingyan suddenly wanted to laugh, raised her head and kissed him on the cheek. He was so cute.

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Peck-

Sima Jiao sat up slowly.

After a while, he said, “You are a demon? You came to confuse this emperor, what is your purpose?”

Liao Tingyan: What’s the matter with you? Why did you go crazy?

Liao Tingyan: “…I am not, don’t talk nonsense.”

Sima Jiao: “You’re a kind of spirit, do you cultivate through the dynasty?”

Liao Tingyan: “…I really am not, really not.”

No, was her face so bad?

Sima Jiao was not good at listening to people at all, “How did you enter my dream?”

Liao Tingyan: Huh? Dream?

She sat up, “Have you dreamed of me?”

Sima Jiao frowned, “Isn’t it you who made me dream?”

Hey, you are quite righteous. You were thinking of me, and still blame me?

Liao Tingyan said sternly, “It’s true, I am actually an angel that came down to the earth from heaven. We are bound to have three lives together, so I came to you.”

Sima Jiao sneered, “Do you think I am a three-year-old child to even believe in this kind of nonsense?”

Liao Tingyan: “Do you not believe that an angel came down to earth, or do you not believe in the fate of three lives?”

Sima Jiao didn’t hesitate, “I don’t believe that an angel came down to earth.”

Liao Tingyan: …Damn, isn’t my beauty like an angel?!

Sima Jiao stood up and said, “Forget it, since you worked so hard to make up nonsense to make me happy, I won’t embarrass you tonight.” 

His Majesty was in a good mood. He stood up and left while obviously not taking her words to heart.

Liao Tingyan slapped back onto the bed.

On the second day, Liao Tingyan saw Sima Jiao’s harem, and a group of lively beauties ran under her eyelids, saying that they wanted to greet her. On the surface, they all seem obedient, but they were overflowing with jealousy, rejection, calculations, all kinds of malice.

Looking at them, Liao Tingyan remembered the group on the Three Saints Mountain, who died at the beginning. The beauties were completely wiped out at the end. History was always surprisingly similar.

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