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It was all because of jealousy!
Li Cu found it hard to believe that a servant could be cared for, living a life free from worries about food and drink, and not being subject to random beatings or scoldings. This was a better existence than that of most people in the world.
Sang Qingxiao remarked that one should never be satisfied; she wanted more. Moreover, Qi Hao's face was extremely attractive to many, and he was well aware of this. With his sweet words and charming demeanor, it was no wonder that the Enchantress, having never experienced such attention, willingly submitted to him.
Li Cu could not bear to see the Enchantress flaunting herself. As a woman, she thought her submissive demeanor was a disgrace to all women! It made her uncomfortable just watching, let alone the one being entangled.
"Xiaoxiao, why don't you check her memories? Then we would know everything without Qi Xiaomian wasting time and putting himself through the trouble of acting with her."
However, Sang Qingxiao replied, "I don't have the confidence to think I'm invincible without knowing the opponent's strength. Losing is trivial; after all, I am still young and have methods to escape. What I fear is that if the other party remains silent, I might miss the chance to learn the truth."
Furthermore, this was Qi Xiaomian handling family matters. He had the ability to deal with it, and as an outsider, it would be unwise for me to interfere randomly and disrupt his rhythm and plans. Besides, if he truly needed our help, he wouldn't hesitate to ask.
The Enchantress continued speaking, "As for the rumor that killing a Demon Servant will result in backlash? I've never heard of such a thing. My Magic Technique has risen several levels over the years. During my ascension, there was never any sign of him among my Inner Demons. After so many years, I believe it poses no threat."
As she spoke, the Enchantress shyly added, "Every time I see you, My Lord, you are indeed quite troublesome in Mei'er's Inner Demon. It has caused her to become lost several times."
Qi Xiaomian felt embarrassed upon hearing this and cleared his throat awkwardly.
Yet the Enchantress seemed delighted by Qi Hao's unfamiliar expression. "My Lord, you can be shy too? It seems you care about me even more!"
She felt that Qi Hao's visit today must have been prompted by memories of past jealousy. A little jealousy is fine; after all, being jealous shows concern. But she feared that Qi Hao might care too much since that would only anger Mei'er.
Without waiting for Qi Hao to speak, she quickly distanced herself from any implications. "My Lord, I've told you everything about my relationship with that person. I even killed him myself to prove my love for you. All these years, Mei'er has devoted herself entirely to you. You can't hold a grudge against her just because of a bad dream; that would be truly unfair to Mei'er."
Qi Xiaomian followed her line of thought and reflected on how strange it was that despite the significant level difference between her and him, she could so easily kill him without sustaining any injuries herself. Could it be that he held some feelings for her?
The fact that she emerged unscathed was a conclusion Qi Xiaomian reached through observation. In the demon realm where levels were strictly enforced, it was natural for there to be a vast disparity in strength between a king and a servant.
Standing close together, Qi Xiaomian could sense that the Enchantress showed no signs of injury or weakness; instead, her power continued to grow steadily. This indicated that when she killed him back then, she must not have suffered any serious blows; otherwise, her body couldn't possibly be so healthy.
Qi Xiaomian sighed. It truly seemed like she was trying hard to hide her jealousy. You wanted his life, yet he spared you; after spending so many years together with him, you must mean something special in his heart.
"My Lord," the Enchantress said with a hint of grievance in her voice, "Mei'er did sustain some injuries at that time."
"At most they were minor wounds; nothing fundamental was harmed."
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