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"For me, these Portraits are far more important than spirit stones."
The Demon King snorted coldly and turned to leave.
As he reached the door, he paused and instructed the Demon Soldier, "Take the two young ladies of the the Murong Family to the royal residence."
Murong Xue's face showed unease, but I remained calm and composed.
The Demon King was inherently suspicious; how could he possibly believe her words just because of her acting?
I feared he had already begun to harbor doubts about us.
Moreover, the Crimson Flame Army had already taken down thirteen of the Demon King's celestial palaces, making him a frightened bird.
Murong Xue and I were taken to the back door and boarded the Spirit Beast Car.
Inside the carriage, Murong Xue smiled at me. "I lost. I didn't expect you to have such a trick up your sleeve."
"But how did you manage it in such a short time?"
She didn't elaborate.
But I knew she was asking how I could possibly exchange all the spirit items in the room for a house full of Portraits in such a brief period.
That was something I couldn't reveal to her.
This is a secret.
Suddenly, the car came to a stop.
A voice from outside called out, "Ladies, we have arrived at the Demon King's Hall."
The Demon King had imprisoned us in a courtyard that isolated spiritual energy, surrounded by Demon Soldiers as guards.
He was half-convinced about whether Murong Xue had hidden any spirit stones and kept testing her.
Murong Xue, being exceptionally clever, had already guessed the Demon King's intentions and subtly dispelled his doubts time and again.
Yet, the Demon King still refused to let us go and kept us confined.
On the third day, Murong Xue grew somewhat impatient. "This won't do; we need to find a way to escape."
"What should we do, sister?" I asked.
I pointed towards the entrance of the courtyard.
There stood a man with his back to us, tall and broad-shouldered.
Murong Xue glanced over. "What's wrong with him?"
She lowered her voice, "Even though he looks quite imposing, Mu Mu is like a fool and doesn't like to talk to anyone."
The man was named Dongfang Yan, a slave of the Demon King's Hall, specifically tasked with heavy labor.
Murong Xue had tried to strike up a conversation with him before, but he ignored her.
Murong Xue was quite annoyed, feeling like she had pressed her warm face against a cold backside.
I whispered, "I like him."
Murong Xue was taken aback. "What?"
She turned to scrutinize me. "Even at a time like this, you're still thinking about men?"
"He's just a lowly slave, and a fool who doesn't pay attention to anyone. What's so good about him?"
I shook my head. "He's not a fool."
On the contrary, he was smarter than anyone else.
He cleverly concealed his brilliance, making others think he was simple-minded.
But I knew he was trustworthy.
I began to look for opportunities to run into Dongfang Yan.
I brought him Spirit Fruit and Spirit Grass.
He remained indifferent, simply accepting them without saying a word.
Sometimes I wanted to get closer to him, but he would completely ignore me.
I couldn't bring myself to be angry with him; I could only coax him.
I pushed him down onto the stone bench and began to carefully groom him. I shaved his beard, styled his hair, and dressed him in a neat Robe of Immortality.
Once his messy beard was shaved off, his sharp features emerged, strikingly handsome beyond compare.
When he looked at me, his gaze was cold, yet still breathtakingly beautiful.
That day, I waited for a long time but did not see Dongfang Yan.
Even by noon, he had not appeared.
I tried to leave the courtyard but was immediately stopped by a Demon Soldier.
With a bright smile, I asked, "Brother, where is the guard who usually brings us our meals?"
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