Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant’s Pampered Demon Empress - Chapter 603

Chapter 603: No Hate

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Liu Rushuang’s expression did not change at all despite Hui Fei’s cries, and turned to leave the prison.

Nangong Ba’s lips curled into a charming cell before leaving as well.

“Liu Rushuang… You deserve a horrible death… I’ll never show you mercy… Sob…”

Hui Fei remained on her knees in the cell, crying endlessly and yelling shrilly.

“Leave that woman in there to rot!”

Liu Rushuang told the prison guards before leaving.

Clang—

The sound of a door being locked could be heard then.

“Sob… I hate all of you… let me out…”

***

After that, Liu Rushuang and Nangong Ba headed to Little White Flower’s chambers.

At the back, Little White Flower was passing her Spirit Qi to Longyuan on the bed.

“I’m sorry, Little White Flower. I shouldn’t have bullied you.”

Longyuan finally apologized after a long while.

Little White Flower’s blinked her watery eyes at his words, and beamed like a dazzling flower. “As long as you would be a good boy, we can let bygones be bygones.”

Han Moze smiled slightly at the harmonious pair, when he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind his back.

Liu Rushuang was beside in the next instant.

“How are you feeling, Yuan’er?” Liu Rushuang asked worriedly.

“I’m alright, Mother.”

Longyuan sat up, flexing his limbs and smiling happily.

“Thank you, Little White Flower.” Liu Rushuang told Little White Flower then.

“You’re welcome, Big Sis.” Little White Flower said, smiling innocently despite her pale lips.

“I want a hug, Mother.” Longyuan stood up then, and held out both arms.

Tenderness filled Liu Rushuang’s eyes then, and she reached out to pick him up.

Smooch, smooch—

Longuyuan generously kissed his mother, and wrapped his arms around her neck, reluctant to let go.

Meanwhile, the witch was standing at a corner in the prison, shaking her head and sighing as she watched Hui’er crying and cursing endlessly in agony.

‘It’s your fault for hating someone you shouldn’t, Hui’er.’

Now that things had come to this, it was time for her to return to the Dark Forest!

***

At night, Han Moze and Liu Rushuang went to bed, with Longyuan and Fengwu between them.

“Where have you been, Brother? Mother and Father wouldn’t tell me even if I asked.”

“I spent a day in the study with Elder Meng, and another in prison.”

“Is it fun there?”

“Not at all. I could bring you there tomorrow—you can see for yourself then.”

“Okay. You have to make good on your promise, Brother.”

“Of course. I never lie.”

“…”

Liu Rushuang and Han Moze traded a tacit glance but said nothing, and closed their eyes to sleep.

After chatting for a while, Fengwu and Longyuan soon slept soundly too.

***

In the next afternoon, Nangong Ba, Liu Rushuang and Han Moze headed to the Dark Forest.

All the plants there were turned black from witchcraft, which was fitting for its name.

“Anyone knows where we should be going?” Nangong Ba could not help ask, even as the trio stared with uncertainty at the vastness that was the Dark Forest.

“Shuang’er, fire.” Han Moze instructed.

“Okay.”

Liu Rushang replied, and extended both hands.

Surging flames hence streamed out of her palms and ignited the forest.

All the witches of the Black Demon Castle were stunned when they saw the fire in the Dark Forest.

“Who set the fire?” Over ten of them gathered in discussion.

“Wait here for a moment—I’ll go ahead to inspect what happened.”

With those words, one of the witches who was dressed in a black cloak cast purple-black light from her staff and disappeared instantly.