The sky was cloudless, but the sunlight was not particularly fierce. Even though the two shores of the Red River were warm, it was still midwinter. A chilly wind blew over the stone platform, not stirring up the dust from the cracks in the stones. It only made the white flowers on the ground tremble, making them seem even more melancholic.
Luoluo stood in the pear blossoms, her figure somewhat lonely.
There was not much emotion on her still young and even more beautiful face, but when they thought of the resolution in the stone hall, the ceremonial music that had begun to flow once more from Whalefall Platform, and the letter that was about to be announced to the world, many tribal leaders and generals found it difficult to look at her. They lowered their heads or turned their gazes away.
Luoluo seemed not to notice this. She walked forward, her leather boots making no sound as they stepped on the soft white flowers.
She stopped when she was still some distance away from the pear tree, because an extremely lofty, mountain-like figure blocked in front of her.
She raised her head and realized that it was the Chief Elder who had doted on her since she was a child.
The Xiang clan leader silently gazed at her, but his eyes were filled with many complex emotions, just like the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, very difficult to understand.
In his calm eyes, there was gentleness, pampering, apology, and pleading.
Luoluo understood his meaning and softly said, "I did not expect it."
The apology in the Xiang clan leader's eyes intensified. "This is His Majesty's will."
Luoluo raised her small face to him and calmly asked, "So what?"
The observation platform was very quiet, especially after she appeared.
Although her voice was very soft, it was clearly heard by all the important personages of the Demi-human race.
The Xiang clan leader froze, the Deer tribe Grand Duke froze, the Carp tribe leader froze, and all the important personages on the observation platform froze.
Because they had not expected that the princess, who had always been known for being cute, sensible, and obedient, would actually say such a thing.
So what? These four simple words seemed like a question or a question, but who could not hear the coldness and unyieldingness hidden within?
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… …
Luoluo walked up to the pear tree.
She looked at the young demon beneath the tree and realized that he truly was very handsome, and the Qi he exuded did not make her loathe him.
Her gaze fell on his hair and confirmed that there was no Devil Horn. She found it slightly interesting, but then a little perplexed.
As the most respected Princess of the Demi-human race, no matter if she was in the capital or in White Emperor City, she always received the strictest protection. As a result, she did not have the opportunity to participate in the Grand Examination, nor could she enter the Mausoleum of Books with other people to view the monoliths and comprehend the Dao. Even more so, she was not allowed to enter the Garden of Zhou to train.
Therefore, she did not have many opportunities to see the real demons.
It was just that many years ago in the Orthodox Academy, on that unforgettable night, she had encountered it once.
That horned fiend should have died long ago when he fell into Zhou Tong's hands, right?
At that time, he hadn't even completed his Purification. Wasn't he afraid when he stood in front of her?
A white flower fell from the branch and brushed past her temple, bringing her back to reality.
She curiously asked, "You are the Demon Lord?"
Her eyes were very clear, like the water of a stream, and one could see all of her true emotions.
It was clear that she did not feel any anger towards this young Demon Lord. She was only rather curious.
"Yes."
The Demon Lord calmly gazed at her, then suddenly said, "You can call me by my name, Nero."
This sentence and the slight pause in the middle did not seem to be anything special.
But if Black Robe and the Demon Commander were present, they would assuredly be shocked.
If the nobles and ministers of Xuelao City were present, they might even faint from fright.
Although his indifferent tone concealed his true arrogance, he had told her his true name and allowed her to use it.
Luoluo did not know of these rules of the Demon Imperial clan, nor did she care.
She asked, "You want to marry me?"
The Demon Lord slightly arched his brows. "Correct."
Luoluo asked, "Why?"
The goal of this marriage was naturally to affirm the alliance.
This was an extremely clear answer. The Demon Lord believed that she also knew, but he could not give such an answer.
This was the dignity of a sovereign, the restraint that the Imperial clan should have, and the respect they should give each other.
So the answer he gave was still admiration.
He said that he had admired her for a long time.
Luoluo naturally knew that this could not be the truth, just like how she knew why he wanted to marry her.
But she still continued to ask, "Did you already know of me?"
Many important personages, including the Xiang clan leader, believed that they knew why she persisted in her questions.
She wanted to prove that the Demon Lord was lying.
She wanted to prove that the Demon Lord had not known of her before, so there was naturally no such thing as admiration.
But even if she proved all this, what meaning would it have?
In their view, Princess Luoluo was like a child biting on the tip of a brush as she racked her brains over how to solve a problem.
Even if she solved the problem, who would care if it was right or wrong?
"Of course, it's precisely because I know that I admire you. I am confident that one day in the future, you will also have the same view."
The Demon Lord calmly gazed at her, appearing extremely confident.
Luoluo suddenly retreated several steps, arriving outside the white flowers and once more gazing at the tree.
She tilted her head, her brows slightly creased. For some reason, she seemed rather distressed, a very cute sight.
At a glance, one could see a painting.
Beyond the railing was the blue sky, lofty and serene.
A pear tree, covered in fine white flowers.
He stood beneath the tree.
The wind blew and the flowers fell like rain.
It landed on his shoulder.
And fell on his shirt.
This painting was truly very beautiful.
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… …
The Demon Lord said nothing, allowing her to look at him.
Because he was currently standing in the painting.
A faint smile hung on his face, a hint of exhaustion and annoyance gradually appearing in the depths of his eyes.
At the start, Luoluo did not show any fear of him like the noble girls of Xuelao City, nor did she put on an air of arrogance and indifference like his sisters. She only stared at him with bright eyes like an ordinary girl, expressing her curiosity. This truly had aroused his interest.
But as time passed, this interest had greatly diminished.
Especially when he saw Luoluo's current expression.
He had originally drawn this painting for her to see.
Women are women, he thought derisively. In the end, they still like these illusory and laughable things.
As he thought this, he suddenly heard a question.
"You've seen my painting?"
The speaker was Luoluo.
The Demon Lord's smile faded as he calmly replied, "I don't understand what you mean."
"Three days ago, I drew a painting."
Luoluo looked at him and said, "I didn't expect to see the real thing today."
The Demon Lord arched his brows. "Is that so? That's truly a coincidence. "
"Of course it's not a coincidence. Mother probably knew that I liked that painting very much, so she showed it to you. In the middle of winter, a spring breeze came, pear blossoms bloomed, and you stood beneath the tree … these details were very good. The pear blossoms were beautiful, you were also very beautiful, and the way you touched upon the scene was also very natural. But Mother and you both got one thing wrong. "
"What did I get wrong?"
"Even if everything was perfectly designed, you would never have been able to become the person in my painting."
"Why?"
"Because that painting was not something I imagined out of thin air. It originally existed."
Luoluo looked at him with sympathy, like she was looking at a child biting on the tip of a brush and racking his brains over how to solve a problem.
All of you believed that you had found the correct method to solve the problem, but you had no idea what it meant.
The Demon Lord vaguely guessed at the answer and asked, "Who was the person in the painting originally?"
Luoluo's eyes widened as she earnestly replied, "Of course it was my teacher."
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