Chapter 400: Spouting Nonsense with a Glib Tongue

After much persuasion from Lingxiang, Maidong finally agreed to leave; it was unclear whether they would have a smooth journey, but she hoped they would not encounter any obstructions.

With Langtou there, and him carrying the token of Wumin Jun, she figured the guards would not make things too difficult for them.

It was just that...

It was just that regarding Boluohui, Lingxiang could not help but feel some worry in her heart.

The so-called indifference to life and death is merely because the matter has not yet arrived at one's doorstep; once a person has any attachments, when it truly comes to that point, they find it hard to let go or put things down.

Lingxiang did not have a deep understanding of Boluohui.

Back at Yuanqing, apart from Long Qi and the others, Lingxiang had not asked much about the other Outer Disciples; after all, she had not intended to stay in the sect for long at that time, merely taking temporary shelter from the storm. And after meeting Boluohui in the Demon Realm, one vexing matter followed another, so she had not delved into his character.

Although Boluohui said he had nothing left to be attached to, she did not know if he would be reluctant to let go when the time truly came.

And there was also Maidong...

According to Wumin Jun, the Demon Realm and Fengdu were very far apart, and Fengdu was the only path to the Ghost Gate; having to conceal one's aura while avoiding Ghost Generals and underworld soldiers along the way could be described as fraught with difficulties.

Although Langtou would lead them through the Ghost Market, Lingxiang still felt uneasy; if only everything could truly go smoothly.

"Sigh..." Lingxiang let out a heavy sigh, completely forgetting her current situation.

"Audacious!"

A sharp, high-pitched shout interrupted Lingxiang's train of thought, and only then did she remember that she was still in the Demon Lord's hall!

"The Lord asks a question, yet you dare not answer; do you still have the Lord in your eyes!?" It was Guihua scolding Lingxiang.

Lingxiang was neither hurried nor impatient, and she cast a look of disdain at Guihua.

"No," Lingxiang asked back with an innocent look, "Shouldn't the Lord be kept in one's heart?" As she spoke, she curled her lip, "I am not like you, with skin so thick that anything can be stuffed into your eyes."

She had thought that after Guihua learned her lesson at Shiyang Hall, she would be honest for a while, but she did not expect her to run to the Demon Lord first to stir up trouble.

Hah! Did she really think Lingxiang was made of mud?

"Besides, as for our family affairs, is it your place, a lowly maid, to point fingers here?" Lingxiang said, shaking her skirt, "Matters between masters, is a servant like you even qualified to ask?"

With one sentence, she fully asserted her status as a Princess, not only scolding Guihua but also belittling her in the process.

Upon hearing this, Guihua was instantly furious, but hindered by the Demon Lord, she had to suppress her anger; yet, she was stifled with frustration, and her expression was extremely ugly.

Demon Lord Boyan saw all of this, but Lingxiang's words pleased him greatly, so he did not care at all about what happened to Guihua.

After all, Lingxiang had said it was a family matter, a matter for their family, and had nothing to do with outsiders.

Lingxiang was naturally saying this on purpose; in front of others, she ultimately still had to acknowledge this convenient father.

Demon Lord Boyan was happy in his heart; he turned his back to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice: "You raised a phoenix in the hall?"

"Yes, I snatched it from an E-beast when I was in Yunmeng Marsh." Lingxiang answered truthfully, without the slightest intention of hiding it.

"And the phoenix?"

"It flew away."

"Flew away?"

The Demon Lord turned around and looked at Lingxiang with scrutiny, but apart from seeing sincerity on her face, he could see nothing else.

Sincerity is always the ultimate kill-move for dealing with enemies!

Moreover, this was the truth, and Lingxiang had no intention of concealing it.

But Guihua, who was on the side, started clamoring.

"Lord, the phoenix is an ancient omen of good fortune, extinct for a thousand years; its appearance in the Demon Realm today is a great blessing for the Demon Race, yet the Princess let it run away! This... this is somewhat too..."

Guihua deliberately did not finish her sentence, the implication being self-evident.

Yes! Punish this ignorant, lowly girl! Punish her severely!

Lingxiang sneered, paced with her hands behind her back to in front of Guihua, and raised her hand to slap Guihua across the face.

Guihua was stunned at first and was about to retaliate, but she suddenly realized the situation and had to pretend to be aggrieved, though her eyes were full of hatred.

"Why did the Princess strike her subordinate?"

Lingxiang did not answer, only shaking her hand while sucking in a cold breath: "You lowly maid, your skin is truly thick; it made this Princess's hand ache."

"You!"

Guihua almost could not hold back, but in the end, she forcibly suppressed her anger.

"I do not know what I did wrong; I ask the Princess to instruct me."

Seeing Guihua acting humble and submissive, Lingxiang nodded with satisfaction.

Regardless of whether she was sincere or not, as long as she felt satisfied with this slap, that was enough!

"The master has not yet spoken, yet you have no manners at all, squawking in the hall like a possessed crow; do you still have any sense of hierarchy in your heart!"

These words were quite harsh, and Guihua hurriedly lowered her body to admit her mistake, but the expression on her face was vicious, as if she wanted to eat someone.

Seeing this, Lingxiang did not pursue it further and, with an air of complete indifference, walked past Guihua.

"If I remember correctly, you, this lowly maid, were present at the time; the phoenix flew away, why didn't you stop it? Now that you are wagging your tongue in front of the Lord, who are you trying to implicate?"

Hearing this, Guihua was terrified that the Demon Lord would believe it, so she hurriedly denied it: "I... this subordinate did not! This subordinate..."

"Who says you didn't!" But Lingxiang did not give Guihua a chance to say more, directly interrupting her, "I have a witness; Wumin Jun was also present at the time."

Wumin Jun, who had been silent, heard Lingxiang's words and stepped forward.

"Yiyou General was indeed serving before the Princess's hall at that time."

After saying this, Wumin Jun stepped back.

"This subordinate did indeed see the phoenix, but later the Princess ordered this subordinate to withdraw, and that is why..."

Guihua hurriedly tried to explain, but Lingxiang loudly interrupted her again.

"Ordered you to withdraw? Why would this Princess order a personal maid like you to withdraw?"

"Because..."

Guihua was about to say it was because she had been injured, but she suddenly realized that this matter could not be argued further; after all, the fact that she had attacked Lingxiang's hall could not be revealed, for if the Demon Lord found out, he would surely skin her alive.

But...

But if I don't vent this frustration, it really is stifling!

Lingxiang, however, did not seem to intend to let Guihua off, pressing her closely: "Because of what? Speak up, don't act as if this Princess has wronged you."

"Because..." Guihua truly did not know how to explain, and after saying "because" for a long time, she still could not come up with a reason, only prostrating on the ground, not daring to look at the Demon Lord.

Seeing Guihua tongue-tied and timid, Lingxiang let out another cold snort and, pretending it was unintentional, stepped on the hand Guihua had pressed against the floor.

"I am just curious, since when did the rise and fall of the Demon Race ever require some bullshit auspicious omen? It was merely that this Princess was bored and wanted to keep a spirit pet, yet you actually dared to bring it up in the hall to wag your tongue!"

The words were spoken with righteous indignation and a resonant, forceful tone, much like the phoenix cry approaching from afar outside the hall, leaving Guihua unable to utter a single word.

But only Lingxiang herself knew that she was merely spouting nonsense based on a storybook.

Lies, after all, who doesn't know how to tell them, and they don't cost a thing! Anyway, they are insincere; whoever takes them seriously is a fool!