Looking at the gazes focused on him, the Demon Emperor asked in confusion, “Why are you all looking at me? It’s not like I’m the one choosing a wife.”
The gathered demons exchanged glances.
They knew he wasn't the one choosing a wife, but the question was, who on earth was number 3?
Just then, the Demon Emperor looked back at Ye Fan and instructed, “Since you’ve made your choice, live your lives well. Don't come bothering your mother empress and me for every little thing. And once you have children, raise them yourselves...”
Ye Fan buried his face in his hands, unable to hold back any longer. He asked, “Father, can you at least tell me who number 3 is?”
Others might not need to ask, but he absolutely had to!
He was being forced to choose a wife, yet he didn't even know who she was?
Wasn't this a complete joke?
Hm?
The Demon Emperor blinked in surprise upon hearing Ye Fan's question. “You don't even know who the wife you chose is? How would I know?”
Hearing this, Ye Fan wished a bolt of lightning would just strike him dead on the spot.
This was too damn frustrating!
Nearly bursting with rage, Ye Fan couldn't take it anymore.
His aura suddenly erupted, and the supreme majesty of his past life as an Immortal Emperor was revealed in full.
However, it lasted for only a fraction of a second before he suppressed it. He knew that revealing his true power would bring him no benefit.
Yet, the surrounding demons felt their hearts shudder. For a fleeting moment, the aura radiating from Ye Fan had felt completely different.
It was like a sleeping, supreme entity had briefly stirred. But when they tried to sense it again, they found nothing...
Ye Fan was still the same Ye Fan, though he now looked utterly miserable and defeated.
Then again, anyone would be miserable in his shoes.
Many of the demons began to wonder if they had just imagined that terrifying pressure.
Standing relatively close to Ye Fan, the Demon Emperor had also caught a glimpse of that aura.
He snapped his head toward his son, only to see Ye Fan staring back at him with a dark, resentful look of pure frustration.
The Demon Emperor raised an eyebrow. For a moment, his son had seemed like a completely different person.
But before he could dwell on the thought, Ye Fan's resentful glare irritated him.
First, he had allowed the boy to choose his own wife, but he couldn't make up his mind.
Then, he had generously let him draw lots, and yet the boy still had the nerve to look so aggrieved!
What was he so upset about? Was it because he wasn't allowed to marry all three of them?
Could he not show a little respect for the sacred concept of love?
Just then, the old guard standing beside the Demon Emperor sighed helplessly and spoke up, “Lord Demon Emperor, you didn't assign numbers to the three young ladies beforehand... so no one knows which lady corresponds to number 3.”
Having to deal with such a romance-addled and eccentric Demon Emperor was truly exhausting.
Looking back, this was a man who used to threaten to have the entire city buried with him over the slightest romantic dispute...
Sigh. It was a miracle the city had survived to this day.
“Yes, yes... that's exactly it...”
“Lord Demon Emperor, may I ask which number I was assigned?”
...
The moment the old guard finished speaking, the other demons quickly chimed in.
“Ah... is that so?”
Hearing their words, the Demon Emperor finally realized his mistake.
“I was too busy thinking about my wife just now and forgot to clarify. Look at you, little 98th Prince, you should have just spoken up! It’s not like I forbade you from talking.”
Ye Fan stared at him, dumbfounded. So now it's my fault?
Before he could complain, the Demon Emperor spoke again, “I’ve always been a big believer in fate. How about this: the three of you will draw your own numbers...”
With that, he snatched the talisman paper marked with the number 3 from Ye Fan's hand, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it back onto the tray.
He then raised his hand, creating a miniature whirlwind in his palm that thoroughly scrambled the three crumpled paper balls.
“Alright, choose! Whoever draws number 3 will be little 98th Prince's wife...”
Ye Fan watched this unfold, utterly speechless.
How did such an eccentric... no, bizarre demon... manage to reach such a high cultivation level?
Sigh... He couldn't wrap his head around it.
He was pretty sure that cultivation required at least some level of intelligence!
Meanwhile, the three demonesses stared at the paper balls on the tray, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.
They first bowed politely to the Demon Emperor.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The next instant, the onlookers saw nothing but a blur as the three demonesses charged toward the tray held by the old guard.
A chaotic scuffle ensued...
By the time everyone's vision cleared, the three demonesses were back in their original positions, eagerly unfolding their respective paper balls.
In their mad scramble, the exquisite makeup and hair they had just carefully prepared had once again been completely ruined. Their hair was a disheveled mess, and they no longer retained any of their previous elegance.
Seeing this, the other princes felt another intense wave of jealousy wash over them.
What was so great about this Ye Fan?
They were all their father's sons! They were all members of the Xiaotian Imperial Clan! Why was there such a massive difference in treatment?
“Hahaha!”
Just then, Hu Niu’s wild, booming laughter echoed through the grand hall.
“Little Fanfan is mine!”
With her bird-nest hair flying, she pounced toward Ye Fan like a wild beast.
"Whoosh!"
Seeing her lunge at him, Ye Fan quickly tried to dodge!
Unfortunately, his suppressed speed, which matched that of an early 4th-Rank demon beast, was simply no match for Hu Niu’s peak 4th-Rank speed.
Moreover, he couldn't fully unleash his true strength in a public setting like this.
The surrounding demons widened their eyes in shock as they watched Hu Niu lock Ye Fan in a tight embrace.
Was she really this aggressive?
Only the Demon Emperor watched with a look of pure envy. He wished his own wife would embrace him with such passion!
I'll have to try this when I get back later...
“Let go of me!”
Ye Fan struggled and yelled in frustration.
He felt that the dignity he had accumulated over several lifetimes had been completely ground into the dust.
“Aww... Little Fanfan is blushing!” Hu Niu cackled.
“Don't worry, I'll definitely take good care of you from now on!”
Beside them, Hu Xian’er let out a deeply resentful sigh.
“You brute of a tigress, Brother Ye clearly doesn't like this...”
“Exactly.”
Gou Fenghuang nodded in agreement.
“Hmph, what do you two know? Little Fanfan and I are a match made in heaven! We chose each other!”
Hearing her words, Hu Xian’er and Gou Fenghuang could only look on helplessly.
A wave of deep disappointment washed over them.
Right then, the Demon Emperor's voice cut through the air.
“Alright, alright, save the public displays of affection for later. Let's get back to business.”
The Demon Emperor spoke with a hint of annoyance; he was eager to wrap this up and head back to his own wife.
These two were taking far too long!
Ye Fan looked utterly miserable. He seriously questioned whether this Demon Emperor was blind.
Which of his eyes had seen any "affection" being displayed here?
Upon hearing the Demon Emperor's command, Hu Niu finally released Ye Fan.
She then stood beside him, trying her best to look like an obedient, demure wife.
The Demon Emperor looked at the two of them and said, “Once the celebration for your mother empress and my centenary wedding anniversary is over, we will hold your wedding.”
Ye Fan snapped his head up to stare at the Demon Emperor. “Father, isn't that a bit too fast?”
“Fast? It looks to me like you two are deeply in love.”
“I... I...” Ye Fan was utterly speechless.
He realized it was completely impossible to reason with this blind fool of a Demon Emperor.
Meanwhile, a subtle smirk played on the Demon Emperor's lips.
Hmph... Brat, don't think I don't know you're still eyeing the other two.
I'm not going to give you that chance.
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