Half a month?
That’s just fifteen days, far too hasty for ordinary people to arrange a wedding.
Baili An hadn’t even figured out a way to safely escort Tian Gan Mountain’s Sister Wen and her party out of this dangerous land. He hadn’t found any trace of Su Jing and Yin Baishuang whom Sister Wen asked about either.
Fifteen days; such a short ti left people no chance to react.
Baili An cast a deep glance at the Female Demon Lord sitting at the head of the Shouhe table. Her brows were slightly raised, her eyes containing a shallow smile, filled with anticipation for the marriage.
Yet from her deanor, Baili An subtly picked up a hint of profound unease.
Even after the reassuring look from last night, and the distinguished and unique Jade Plate that she had successfully given away,
Baili An felt that she understood more clearly than anyone present that his real intention was to leave her side.
As for the fierce opposition and remonstrances from the nurous Demon Ministers, she didn’t even bother to lift an eyelid, displaying a calm and practiced ease, treating the world’s demons as nothing.
However, after the Star Official set the wedding date for fifteen days later, Baili An noticed that when the Female Demon Lord looked at him, she did so with a touch of evasiveness in her eyes, as if she feared Baili An would propose another objection to this wedding date.
Although Baili An didn’t plan to truly reside in the Demon World, he knew that at this mont, he was up against the entire Demon World and the Demon Lord. Even if he vehently resisted, it would only be a futile act of defiance.
Fifteen days, albeit brief, at least granted him a mont to catch his breath. Moreover, he had more important matters to attend to, as he ca here today for the final ceremony of the Monarch’s Return Banquet.
After the small commotion, soft and captivating music once again resud around the Monarch’s Return Banquet, calming the older demons while the Demon Generals began to toast each other.
Baili An couldn’t help but glance at Young Master Mi Lu, who was bent over the table, his eyes slightly downcast.
Under the peripheral gaze of the Demon Lord, he held back any further objection, carefully putting away the hairpin and quietly taking his seat.
The Female Demon Lord looked sowhat surprised at Baili An, who was sitting quietly beside her without any fuss.
For so reason, seeing him so stern and composed, a sense of unease began to grow within her.
She took an apple from the fruit plate on the table and carved it into the shape of a bunny, offering it to Baili An with a hint of appeasent in her voice, "Look, here’s a plate of little bunnies."
Baili An wasn’t sure if she was sincere in wanting to marry him and spend their lives together, or if she was just trying to soothe him as a token gesture.
He looked down at the intricately carved bunny apples in the Jade Plate, picking one up and gently playing with it in his hand.
The subtle tension in the Female Demon Lord’s eyes visibly softened as she said, "If you like them, shall I carve another plate for you?"
Baili An didn’t respond, instead taking a bite of the bunny apple and chewed it slowly before swallowing.
The Female Demon Lord’s expression shifted slightly, and she hurriedly spoke to stop him, "You cannot eat that."
Baili An ignored her, ticulously licking the juice off his fingers and then looking at her sideways, asking, "Your Majesty’s presence here today suggests a purpose beyond just setting this wedding date, doesn’t it?"
She stopped his hand as it reached toward the plate for another and knocked the bunny apple from his fingertips, frowning as she asked, "Why do you say that?"
Baili An noticed the genuine puzzlent in her eyes and inwardly frowned, wondering if she wasn’t the one who had plotted today’s yet-to-begin ga.
At that mont, over thirty Demon Clan Dancing Girls began to perform gracefully to the sounds of strings and flutes on the stage, their splendid dancing garnts framing their exquisite bodies. As their silk dresses twirled and their steps soared, viewers were entranced without a sip of wine.
The Dancers’ statuses were particularly notable, and they were not rely ordinary Dancing Girls or playthings of music.
Those who could perform at the Monarch’s Return Banquet were all from highly respectable origins within the Demon World’s many cities.
Such nobles with even minor status were not to be arbitrarily infringed upon or seized.
Now, by using the Monarch’s Return Banquet as an opportunity, they hoped with their captivating dances to catch the eye of a true noble, seeking out a rare occasion to court favor.
Like the Seventy-two Prison Law Demon Generals or the Six Rivers of the Demon World.
They were like precious blossoms, delicate and yet to bloom, waiting for the powerful figures with unshakeable status at the banquet to cherish and pick them.
Often, these Dancers of noble birth would, at the end of their performance, be presented with drinks from the banquet’s main guests as a declaration of possession and quickly have their beauty claid.
Baili An took little interest in the Dancing Girls, yet their eyes often fell on him, albeit discreetly, not daring to be too brazen because of the Female Demon Lord at his side.
Just then.
Boom!
A heavy drumbeat, starkly distinct from the soft music, resonated.
In one corner of the performance stage, beneath the spilled light from the sky, eight ancient and solemn drums with green skins stood majestically.
In the light, a slender figure in white appeared, her face hidden by a tusked demon mask but her distinguished and fair bearing unmistakable.
Her white clothes fluttered in the wind and her black hair cascaded like a waterfall; she held a three-foot Longsword in her hand, and the cold, silver Sword Qi swirled around the sword tip.
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