268: Forget about home when you're happy

"Ahem~" Chen Yu cleared her throat, trying to pull her leg out of Feng Lian's enthusiastic bear hug.

"What's the rush?" She put on her airs as an Underworld Deity.

"Look, the Gray-Backed Wolf has already been reduced to dust; do the remaining small fry still dare to touch you all? Grass Spirit Village is very peaceful right now. It is the perfect time to recuperate and study hard."

She hurriedly poked the "Reimbursement Flowchart" that looked like ghost talismans in the corner of the wooden board with a small wooden stick.

Trying to change the subject: "The Underworld has many rules, for example, reimbursement..."

"My Lord." Feng Lian hugged her even tighter, rubbing his dog head against her pant leg.

"Playing on my phone, drinking milk tea. I promise to be obedient, eat little, and work a lot."

Chen Yu staggered from his rubbing, her gold-rimmed glasses sliding to the tip of her nose. Looking at the light nearly overflowing from the little puppy's eyes, her brain throbbed with pain.

This little brat was a hundred times more difficult to deal with than that idiot Big Dog.

"Nonsense." Elder Feng leaned on his gnarled wooden staff, crossing over in a few steps, his vine-like eyebrows knitted into a knot.

Extending a withered, vine-like hand, he precisely grabbed the scruff of Feng Lian's neck and "tore" him off Chen Yu's leg.

"Feng Lian, you are being too presumptuous."

The elder scolded loudly, pressing the struggling little flower dog firmly against his leg. He turned to Chen Yu, bowing very low, his old face full of apology.

"Lord Prefectural City God, please forgive us; the little brat is wild and untamed, lacking discipline. The 'Spirit Farmer' errand you mentioned is a great favor; how can it be treated as child's play, to be left just like that?"

"Grass Spirit Village is the foundation under your feet. We will risk our lives to serve you, allowing you to rest in peace and teach with a calm heart." As he spoke, he cast a glare at Feng Lian.

Feng Lian shrank his neck, his ears drooping. But his gaze toward Chen Yu was still wrapped in hooks, clearly writing "Please take me with you."

The heavy stone in Chen Yu's heart fell; she hurriedly adjusted her glasses and stepped down the stairs offered by the elder.

"Ah... yes, yes, Elder Feng is insightful; the foundation is important. Feng Lian, you can't eat hot tofu if you're impatient. You have to walk the path step by step, and only when you've learned your skills solidly is it serious business, understand?"

She guiltily avoided the little resentment from Feng Lian that could drown an Underworld Deity, and tapped the wooden board hard with her small wooden stick.

"Come, come, let's focus on the Underworld 'courier service' now. Sitting on your kang at home, you can receive barbecue delivered from thousands of miles away that is still steaming..."

Feng Lian was pressed down by the elder's iron-clamp-like hand, his little mouth pouting high, his eyes still glued to the Prefecture City God.

Chen Yu pretended not to see, vividly describing the magic of "courier service."

Her heart was pounding.

[This Old Lady's spirit fruit feast, This Old Lady's leisurely days. Little ancestor, please just quiet down, don't come and try to cling to me again.]

At this moment, in the deepest shadow of the trees, a pair of cold eyes were watching "Teacher Chen's Classroom" on the altar clearing.

Shang Wan Ning wore a black phoenix robe, her aura completely restrained.

Half an hour ago, after the Empress stabilized her realm, she tore through space and stepped out of the secret room in Zi Wei Palace.

As soon as she appeared, she saw the faces of Ling Qi and Sister Meng Jiang, both tired and playful.

Their eyes met, and the message conveyed was clear: The White-Haired Loli and the Iron-Haired Dog had caused trouble again.

Ling Qi: "The one Your Majesty spoiled, you solve it yourself."

Meng Jiang: "That's right, exactly."

Shang Wan Ning: "..."

She forced herself to endure the unstable state of mind caused by her breakthrough, following the faint Yin energy on the Prefecture City God token, all the way from Zi Wei Palace to the northern part of the Demon.

Her divine sense pierced through the sparse branches, immediately locking onto the flashy figure in the clearing.

gold-rimmed glasses were crooked on the tip of her nose, her small wooden stick waving wildly, while a group of fluffy puppies surrounded her, full of admiration.

Beside her, the treehouse was draped with vines and flowers, filled with spiritual energy.

A Grass Spirit Dog guard knelt at her feet, holding sliced jade bamboo shoots, waiting to be fed, while another held a broad leaf, continuously fanning her.

What a carefree and relaxed look~

Shang Wan Ning's face darkened.

When she was in seclusion, she sensed a riot of demonic energy at Yao Zui Cliff, thinking it was a massive disaster.

And what was the result? Her family's Prefect was actually acting as a child king in the Demon, being served like a local emperor.

Shang Wan Ning felt mentally exhausted.

Shang Wan Ning was speechless.

Shang Wan Ning wanted to spank her bottom!!!

Fortunately, the Empress also knew to save some face for Chen Yu in front of the Demon clan...

When nightfall swallowed Grass Spirit Village, Chen Yu finally slipped back to the treehouse, swinging her sore arms.

Just as she fumbled to light the spirit candle in the dark, a black figure quickly fell from the rafters.

"Ugh~"

Chen Yu was knocked back against the wooden couch, her nose filled with the cold plum scent unique to the phoenix robe.

Before she could react, her waist was pinned by Shang Wan Ning's knee, and she was pushed backward onto the couch covered with hay.

"Thump~"

The spirit candle flickered in the breeze, illuminating Shang Wan Ning's darkened expression.

She knelt on one knee beside Chen Yu, her hand pinching her chin, forcing the White-Haired Loli to look up.

"Oh~ Lord Prefecture City God has such high spirits, acting as a mountain king in the Demon?"

Chen Yu grimaced from the pinching, seeing the lingering gloom in Her Majesty's eyes, her heart sank.

[Oh my god! Isn't A Ning in seclusion? How does she have time to run here???]

She twisted her waist, trying to dodge, but was held down by Shang Wan Ning's other hand on her "flat chest," unable to move.

"Your Majesty, please be reasonable." Chen Yu stiffened her neck. "Your Subordinate is just going deep into the grassroots to experience life, and by the way, seducing the entire Grass Spirit Dog clan."

Shang Wan Ning raised an eyebrow, her fingertips grinding over the soft flesh of her chin. "That sounds nice, but even if you didn't seduce them, they would still want to enter the Underworld."

She leaned down, her breath spraying onto Chen Yu's earlobe. She followed up with a series of Shang-style questions: "Do you know how many holes Big Dog and the others knocked into the barrier of Yao Zui Cliff?"

"You've been in the Demon for half a month to recover from your injuries; besides the northern part, what is the distribution of forces in other regions?"

"How many deities are left in the Demon?"

"Mm~ mm~" Chen Yu was pressed so hard by the Empress that she couldn't breathe, watching Shang Wan Ning's face get closer and closer, their noses almost touching.

Moonlight shone in through the tree gaps, shattering into desire in the other's ink-black eyes, yet her tone was as hard as a public execution.

"Tsk, if you dare to treat the Demon as a playground again, next time I will tie you to the couch and watch as I castrate all the Iron-Haired Dogs."

"Don't, don't, don't!" Chen Yu was scared out of her wits, reaching out to cover the Empress's mouth.

"We can talk about this, isn't it enough if Yu Yu admits she's wrong?"

Shang Wan Ning took the opportunity to bite her fingertip, her canine teeth grinding over the skin, her eyes without a hint of a joke.

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

"The mistake was not reporting the movements of the Iron-Haired Dog to the Secretary-General. The mistake was being careless and foolishly being tricked here by You Yu." Chen Yu hissed in pain, but didn't dare to really push Shang Wan Ning away.

If she really pushed her, she could imagine how miserably she would be dealt with. ಠ ╭ ╮ ಠ

Shang Wan Ning finally let go, but didn't get up; instead, she used her thumb to wipe the hay from the corner of her lips.

"Chen Yu, you had better remember what you said."

Her gaze swept over the unhealed red marks on the White-Haired Loli's neck, her eyes darkening. "You believe whatever they say; no wonder AQi wanted to throw you in as bait."