Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant’s Pampered Demon Empress Chapter 527 – Spoiled Rotten

Chapter 527: Spoiled Rotten

Translator: Paperplane, _Lunaelle, Zenobys 

For the day, Liu Rushuang and Han Moze were sitting opposite each other, with a tempered-jade chess set between them. After five rounds, Liu Rushang finally admitted that her skill in chess was no match for Han Moze’s.

“Can’t you let me win a little, Ze?” She shot him a helpless look.

She remembered that she never lost to anyone else in time ever since she was promoted as master of Blood Feast.

Even the Third Elder—the eternal fence-sitter—who taught her chess lost to her many times.

Therefore, she never expected that she would never win against Ze in chess.

What on earth was going on?

She frowned at Han Moze innocently—she did properly learn chess, after all.

Nonetheless, Han Moze made a sweeping motion with his right hand, splitting the black and white chess pieces as he put them into the container. At the same time, he flatly refused, “No way. Not unless you offer me something good.”

He then leveled his eyes lecherously upon Liu Rushuang’s crimson lips, his searing gaze leaving her distressed. As her ears went red, she promptly reached out and pushed his handsome face away.

“Don’t look at me like that. Losing is fine—it’s not like I can’t afford to lose.”

Han Moze smiled. Standing up, he went to Liu Rushuang and picked her up from her stool. Settling down on a couch, he stroked her belly which had yet to balloon, saying, “Shuang’er… it would be great if you had twin daughters.”

He had taken her pulse to examine the changes inside Liu Rushuang’s body and found out that she was pregnant with twins. Since then, he was reveling in the bliss and delight of welcoming the little ones.

“What, are you going to be upset if they were sons?” Liu Rushuang, however, quickly pulled his ear unhappily.

Han Moze frowned his sharp brows and caught her thin hands. “Shuang’er, you’re going to have to change that habit of pulling my ears.”

“And you need to answer my question first.”

As she watched the pained look on his handsome face, Liu Rushuang felt an unusual joy. She had gotten sick of this tyrant’s ever imposing and stoic looks—it would only be interesting if he frowned for time to time.

Likewise, Han Moze understood that it was her eccentricity which originated from her wicked nature, though he had no solution against that.

“Shuang’er, I’ll like the kids whether they’re boys or girls—okay?”

To tell the truth, he would prefer a daughter, and she would definitely be unbelievably beautiful if she took after Shuang’er.

And he could get jealous if it were a boy.

On the other hand, Liu Rushuang did not try to provoke Han Moze further, since that tyrant is frightening when he gets angry.

But in that moment, Han Moze caught her unawares with a kiss.

He eventually pulled away when Liu Rushuang could not stand it.

At the same time, she was inwardly cursing at him for being petty. It was a pull on the ear—did he have to punish her like this?

She shot Han Moze an upset glare at that thought and coolly snapped, “Go away! You’re not allowed in the Fallen Phoenix Palace for three days! Hmph!”

Pushing him away and ignoring whether her words made him angry, she stormed off towards the back of the palace.

Meanwhile, Han Moze wrinkled his menacingly sharp brows.

He had definitely spoiled that woman too much and finally experienced the loss of his charisma—not being afforded a curse after getting his ear pulled? How much more unfair could this go?

Be that as it may, Eunuch Chen—Han Moze’s attendant who was standing outside the Fallen Phoenix Palace barked, “Your Majesty, Lin Ye, the second clan master of Blood Feast has requested an audience!”

Hence, Liu Rushuang had to stop heading towards the rear palace, turn around to shoot Han Moze an angry glare while calling out, “Show him in.”

Though she had ascended as a celestial, she stayed because she was reluctant to abandon her companions from the human realm, and would also pick some extremely hard missions to kill time once in a few months.

Meanwhile, Han Moze’s expression immediately darkened. Cold air streamed out all over his body, while the temperature in the room plummeted.

A fully-filled teapot exploded with a bang then.

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