Chapter 1543: I Told You to Deliver the Gifts, Not Speak for Her

He hissed, hands on hips: "I say, why are you so ungrateful? We used so much effort to find these, why do you only take one?"

Zhi’er sat in the chair, exuding a calm and gentle demeanor, looking at him composedly.

"Didn’t you say I’m a prisoner, unqualified to choose anything else? One hairpin is enough for me, you can take the rest, thank you."

Zhu Yan really couldn’t argue with her, so he could only carry the box back to the Demon Palace’s main hall for his report.

"Lord Demon... I did my best, she only took one hairpin and didn’t want anything else."

Feng Fuce was flipping through the Ancient Divine Book and raised his head upon hearing this: "Did you say something to her?"

Zhu Yan faltered: "I... I just spoke up for justice."

Feng Fuce withdrew his cold gaze: "Next time, keep your mouth shut, I asked you to deliver the items, not to speak to her."

Zhu Yan nodded silently: "Yes, Lord Demon."

At this moment.

Zhi’er in her room was admiring the White Jade Hairpin she had picked.

Using her mana, she confirmed that the jade used to make this hairpin was of the same type as the ring Feng Fuce wore.

She gently whispered, "Sweetie, this is something your mother left for you. If you’re a girl, you can wear it, if you’re a boy, you can make it into a waist ornament. Later when he sees it, he’ll know you’re his flesh and blood."

This was something Zhi’er had thought of when she made her request.

She had to leave some evidence for the child.

So that when the time comes, heartbroken Feng Fuce won’t refuse to believe the child is his.

On this day.

Zhi’er had just woken up when the grass spirit pushed the door open and came in.

"Your Majesty, Lord Demon invites you to accompany him for inspection."

Zhi’er was very confused: "Inspection... do I also have to go?"

Only after following along did she understand why Feng Fuce wanted her to accompany him.

The demons in the Demon World were grateful and revered Feng Fuce as if he were their own parents.

On the eve of the Red Lotus Banquet, they offered their treasures, deemed precious, to Feng Fuce in hopes of receiving more protection.

And the tokens of gratitude handed over were all given to Zhi’er to hold by Feng Fuce.

As a result, her arms gradually filled with items, to the point of being almost unmanageable.

A Little Cat Demon cautiously approached, kneeling before Feng Fuce: "Lord Demon, I pledge my eternal allegiance to you."

After speaking, it followed the procedure and placed the hundred-year-old dried fish it saved into Zhi’er’s arms.

By this time, the items in her embrace piled as high as a small mountain, almost obscuring her face.

The dried fish had just been placed and slid to the ground.

The poor Little Cat Demon was immediately grieved: "My dried fish got dirty..."

Zhi’er quickly freed a hand to help pick it up: "It’s not dirty, I’ll clean it when I get back!"

Upon receiving her reassurance, the Little Cat Demon immediately became cheerful.

This sister whose face was obscured is so kind!

It nudged Zhi’er’s leg with its head and finally hopped away.

Feng Fuce looked sideways at Zhi’er, a smirk on his thin lips.

After a long walk, the passionate demons finally decreased in number.

Zhi’er, exhausted: "Can we take a break?"

She’s been out for three hours, without eating the Mutual Grass, and now she’s feeling quite unwell.

Zhu Yan led a large group of Demon Soldiers, following behind them.

Yet not a single one came forward to help.

Upon hearing her voice, Feng Fuce did not respond nor did he turn back.

Zhi’er forced herself to walk a bit further, eventually weakening and dizzying, staggering as she was about to fall to the ground.