I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 45 How could I betray my sister?

He bit his finger again, drawing blood, and pressed the two fingers together.

A light shone the moment they made contact; she didn't know what kind of contract had been reached.

Su Fengling then touched her forehead with his blood-stained finger, which also shone brightly.

"Su Fengling, what did you do to me!"

He withdrew his hand, wiped his forehead, and felt that there was nothing wrong with his body.

"Sister, why are you so nervous? Are you afraid your brother will hurt you?"

Zhongli Yueluo knew that Su Fengling would not harm her.

However, it's still possible that they might cast some strange spells on her.

He ran his bloodied fingers across her pink lips, his voice low and magnetic.

"This is called the art of lying in the mind. This way, my sister can no longer lie to me, and of course, I can no longer lie to my sister."

These words left Zhongli Yueluo puzzled. What kind of mental lying technique?

Su Fengling sat opposite her, squinting her eyes: "It's just that if you lie, I'll feel heartache, and if I lie, you'll feel heartache too."

Zhongli Yuelu panicked. If it were just a lie, it would be better if she herself felt bad.

But he would feel heartache if she lied, wouldn't that expose her lie right away?

"Is it only useful to you, or would you feel hurt if I lied to others?"

Zhongli Yueluo, we still need to confirm this point.

"It seems my sister often lies to people. Don't worry, it will only work on the two of us."

He squinted and grinned.

Zhongli Yueluo glanced elsewhere, then thought to herself, "Why not just assume it's the right thing to do?"

"Su Fengling, do you want to kill me?"

He chuckled and shook his head, his eyes filled with love and obsession.

Strange, my heart doesn't hurt. This mental lie must be fake. When he came in, I clearly felt his murderous aura.

Su Fengling stood up, bent down, and cupped Zhongli Yueluo's face in his hands.

Her eyes were filled with a madness and melancholy, and her voice was muffled and strained.

"Sister, you don't believe me? How could I possibly want to kill you? I couldn't bear to!"

He did want to kill her then, but he doesn't now, so he's telling the truth.

She felt the heat of his hand, and hearing his words made her cheeks burn.

He whispered again, "Now it's my sister's turn to answer my question."

"You are a descendant of the Blood Demon Clan, but you won't harm the Ghost Clan, right?"

Zhongli Yueluo nodded. From beginning to end, she was only targeting Zhongli Yu, Gongshu Liang, and Wanmojian.

"And you only tell your brother your secrets, not me, because you don't trust me, right?"

Zhongli Yuelu hesitated for a moment, but nodded nonetheless.

Su Fengling thought to himself, at this moment, his heart was aching, but his inner self felt nothing.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, surprised that she didn't believe him.

"Then let me ask you again, do you like me more, or do you like my brother more?"

He casually played with her hair, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Zhongli Yueluo looked into his eyes. At least for now, his feelings for the three of them should be on the same line.

She tentatively asked, "Do you like your brother more?"

Su Fengling felt as if his heart had been suddenly pricked by a needle, but he smiled indulgently.

She took Zhongli Yueluo's hand and kissed it gently: "It seems that my sister likes me more."

This mental deception is so powerful that even he can't understand things himself, so let's just accept it.

"Sister." He gently nuzzled her face with the tip of his nose, his doting and possessive affection overflowing.

Zhongli Yueluo, however, dared not move.

But her fingertips were still pressed against his chest, preventing him from getting any closer.

Su Fengling pinched the tips of two of her fingers with one hand, his smile widening.

His fingertips slowly moved upwards, gently cupping the back of Zhongli Yueluo's neck: "Sister, oh sister, we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other in the future, hmm?"

"Brother, now that you know the answer you want, may you please leave?"

He didn't let go of her; instead, he pulled her into his arms as if afraid she would run away.

Zhongli Yueluo reacted calmly, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Is my mother still safe?"

"Don't worry, she's treated like an honored guest. Our Demon Lord treats her very well."

She breathed a sigh of relief; as long as she was safe, that was all that mattered.

Seeing that Zhongli Yueluo did not resist, Su Fengling gently released her.

He's finished discussing his business; now it's time to talk about Yan Ruoyu.

"Sister, I witnessed something truly extraordinary today. You should be prepared for this, and don't be sad when I tell you."

Too lazy to even answer, Su Fengling blinked, signaling him to speak, his smile widening.

"Sister, it seems your Prince Consort Ruoyu doesn't like you."

She didn't even lift her eyelids, so you could probably guess what was going on.

It's likely that Su Fengling overheard Yan Ruoyu and Zhong Liyu talking in the corridor earlier today.

Now they've come to her again to tattle.

She stared at him again, signaling him to continue, but Su Fengling saw that her expression did not change.

Thinking to herself, she realized that Yan Ruoyu didn't seem to have any feelings for her, which was why she was so indifferent.

"I saw them, all lovey-dovey. What should we do?" (A dangerous glint in her eyes)

"He's your consort, yet he's flirting with the eldest princess. In our Ghost Clan, that's a crime punishable by being sunk into the River of Heartlessness!"

"Then what do you think I should do?" She rested her chin on her hands, her eyes wide open, and tilted her head to look at him.

Su Fengling looked into those calm, clear eyes and tapped the tip of her nose with his finger.

"Sister, why don't you divorce him?"

How could he say something so childish? Zhongli Yueluo choked, coughing a few times until her face turned red.

“Brother, your existence is to maintain the balance between our three races. If I rashly break the balance, this demon realm, which is already turbulent in the shadows, will probably collapse prematurely.”

Su Fengling was stunned, not expecting that the little princess in front of him would say such a thing.

He had lived eight hundred years longer than her, yet he could only grasp the basics of the matter.

Their purpose in coming here to obtain assistance from the Western Demon Mountain is precisely to maintain the balance, isn't it?

Then he snorted coldly, saying it was all the fault of the Zheng clan for being eager to try their luck at the border of Guichouyuan.

The mysterious vampire clan of the Northern Demon Mountain also exerted psychological pressure on them; otherwise, things wouldn't have come to this.

"Little brother, are you done talking? I won't interfere in Yan Ruoyu's affairs."

"And if you also want to curry favor with my good sister, I won't interfere, but I might kill you!"

He could see that her eyes were very serious, and there was no trace of lying. Moreover, he did not feel any heartache.

I originally thought she was just a simple-minded and innocent princess.

I never expected to be able to sense the aura of someone in a superior position emanating from her.

Su Fengling cupped her face in his hands, looking at her with sincere and passionate eyes.

Her voice was gentle yet firm: "Sister, how could I betray you? Unless you betray us first!"