"What does it matter if she's the Demon Empress's daughter? You killed the Demon Empress. What waves could her daughter possibly stir up?"
Leng Yaozhu let go of his ear, sat up straight, and folded her arms as she looked at Su Chen.
Her little suit jacket had gone slightly askew during their scuffle. Her collar hung a little open, revealing a glimpse of pale, rounded skin beneath her shirt.
"Lan Fuzi, Bai Xiuxiu—it's up to you what you do with them. But like I said, you need Gu Yue's approval."
As she spoke, she kicked Su Chen's calf again, a little harder this time.
In Leng Yaozhu's eyes, Gu Yue was Su Chen's rightful wife, the future mistress of his household.
If Su Chen went around getting involved with other women, he had to tell Gu Yue.
"Don't worry, Teacher. I'll explain it to Gu Yue."
Su Chen hurriedly assured her. He caught the foot she had kicked him with, rested it on his knee, and began to massage it gently.
His thumb rubbed the sole of her foot twice, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Leng Yaozhu gave a little huff and let the matter drop. She leaned back against the sofa, closed her eyes, and let him massage her foot.
Her other high heel still dangled from her toes, swaying slightly as she relaxed.
"Oh, right..."
Leng Yaozhu seemed to remember something. She hesitated, but finally asked, "When we wiped out the Holy Spirit Cult, it seems the Nether Emperor escaped at the end. Could you help find him...?"
So many of them had surrounded the Nether Emperor, yet they had still let him get away. She felt rather ashamed...
But the Nether Emperor remained a menace, so she decided to ask Su Chen for help.