Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’ Chapter 722: Theres Still a Master

"Does an engagement actually require a wedding night?"

"......"

Li Mo was tempted to maintain a serious expression and claim that a wedding night was indeed a mandatory part of getting engaged. If she doubted him, he could just point to Shang Qinqing—the supreme authority on matrimony across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, the Green Luan who governed all marital unions.

Patriarch Shang, who was practically dying to witness some romantic progress, would undoubtedly support his claim and help him weave the deception...

"Yes!" Shang Qinqing shouted at the top of her lungs.

She then shot Li Mo a look, signaling for him to take the lead and keep the charade going...

"Is that true? You promised you wouldn't deceive me."

The ice block’s gaze was transparent and profound, her voice softening.

Li Mo suddenly found his legendary silver tongue failing him. A voice resonated within his heart: 'You would really lie to an ice block like her? You truly deserve to die.'

"This topic is somewhat debated, but strictly speaking, no, it isn't necessary."

Shang Qinqing: "?"

The victory she had nearly grasped just slipped away? What is wrong with you, boy?

Aren't you the little tyrant who brings fortune to his wife? The pinnacle of the Hidden Dragon rankings? You had the courage to take the throne, so why are you hesitating now?

"Good." Only then did Ying Bing release the large-headed doll.

Li Mo stole a glance at Shang Qinqing, who was staring at him with pure disappointment. He cleared his throat and waved his hand with a grave expression:

"Never mind that, let us focus on business. Old Huang just sent word."

"Is the Summoning Demons Cult preparing to strike?"

Shang Qinqing had no choice but to set the matter aside for the moment. If the Clear Abyss Sect fell, what would be left for her to 'ship' in the future?

"Indeed, they are making their move," Li Mo confirmed with a nod.

"Ah..." Qin Yuzhi’s face was filled with conflicting emotions.

Noticing her distress, Li Mo remarked, "Sect Leader Qin, they are your descendants from many generations later, after all. If you find it difficult to take action against them..."

"That isn't it."

"Then why the sigh?"

"I simply won't be able to get a decent night's sleep again tonight."

Qin Yuzhi let out a snort. "They haven't bothered to awaken me for millennia. They clearly have no respect for me as their sect leader. What kind of successors are they? The Divine Summoning Sect... is truly a thing of the past."

"......"

Li Mo suspected it probably wasn't the fault of the disciples.

Given the nature of the secrets she held, every single one was world-shaking. Setting her free was no different from releasing a catastrophic terror upon the world.

"Fortunately, we have the upper hand."

Ying Bing set down her scroll and inquired, "When is their planned strike?"

"During our wedding night."

Ying Bing: "?"

"What you said before was correct. Since we have foreseen the enemy's strategy, we must exploit it to the fullest."

With a solemn face, Li Mo immediately veered the serious conversation off-track again: "That is precisely why I came to discuss this with you."

"Is it possible the demon cultists are unaware..."

"Most likely... they really don't know."

In her mind, Shang Qinqing silently gave Li Mo a thumbs up. So this kid had been planning this move all along. She joined in:

"Back when I served as a totem, because we had to provide offerings to the deities, holding a rank in the Divine Sect meant marriage was forbidden. Only after their term concluded and they retired would they come to me seeking a marital destiny."

"But... they couldn't be entirely clueless about such things, could they?"

Qin Yuzhi was well aware of the regulations Shang Qinqing mentioned, yet she remained skeptical.

Li Mo thought for a moment and asked, "Is it possible the demon cult never lets anyone leave?"

"......"

They finally understood why demon cultists seemed to lack all emotion.

It turned out they were completely ignorant regarding such matters.

"We need to set a trap and wait, but we lack the proper setup. Little Bing'er claimed that an engagement doesn't require a wedding night."

"If the conditions don't exist, we shall create them."

Li Mo stood tall, speaking with righteous conviction: "Ice block, you wouldn't want to tip off the enemy, would you? We will simply be putting on a performance for them when the moment arrives."

"Exactly. When the time comes, I will certainly put forth my full effort to seize them."

Shang Qinqing couldn't help but offer another thumbs up, mentally apologizing for her earlier judgment.

She had been too impatient. It had to be Little Li. It turns out that sincerity is indeed the ultimate tactic.

It might be a ruse for now, but what if the fake performance turns into reality later?

At that moment, Shang Qinqing wished she could break through a heavenly realm with every stride, racing toward the Transcendence Realm so she could bar all the demon cultists from entering when the time came.

Ying Bing narrowed her eyes, remaining silent for a long duration. "I suspect you are trying to deceive me, but this big sister has no proof."

"Every word I've spoken is the truth."

"Then... go and make the necessary preparations."

Ying Bing spoke without expression, then turned to head downstairs, adopting a strictly professional air.

As she descended the steps of the Archives Pavilion, her cold and detached aura captured the attention of many disciples and martial arts wanderers, who instinctively lowered their gazes.

She was truly the Cold Fairy, living up to her reputation—both freezing and celestial. Just being in her presence made one feel inexplicably ashamed.

It was difficult to believe that such a seemingly heartless person, much like the demon cult members, was about to be engaged, even if the partner was the Young Hero Li.

However, the further she walked, the more the flush spread across her carefully controlled face. By the time she exited the Archives Pavilion, the sunlight caught the glint in her clear, deep eyes.

"Wait, Disciple-niece Ying, hold on a moment."

The Archives Pavilion Elder suddenly hurried after her, clutching a box in his hands:

"You have been working tirelessly lately organizing and editing the martial arts manuals. Our Archives Pavilion lacks many treasures, but please accept these Bright Light Candles. they possess the power to clear the mind and soothe the soul. Long-term exposure to their light can even sharpen one's vision..."

"No thank you, Elder. Please keep them for your own use."

Ying Bing’s pace faltered for a second before she sped up, walking as if she were being pursued.

The Archives Pavilion Elder stood there confused, scratching his head. "Perhaps Disciple-niece Ying already has superior ones?"

No one could have guessed that she, the very person who had organized the Archives Pavilion, now saw candles and thought of matters that had absolutely nothing to do with martial arts.

.........

Time flowed by silently.

As evening drew near, the air turned damp and sweet. A gentle drizzle began to fall, threads of rain descending from the dark clouds and wrapping the world in a vast, misty shroud.

The Joyful Hotpot Restaurant was brilliantly lit and overflowing with patrons. This weather was ideal for seeking warmth over a steaming pot.

A group of figures wearing hoods, their features obscured, stepped into the establishment.

"Honored guests, how many are in your party?"

Meng Can, once the small child from Mud Corner Alley, had grown taller and more robust. Seeing the customers, he immediately stepped forward to greet them.

"Little Jiang hasn't returned yet? Her father will likely keep her in the Imperial Capital for a while."

Li Mo looked around the shop, feeling a sense of relief.

After all, demon cultists were hiding within the restaurant. Others might remain safe, but Little Jiang’s royal identity could easily be spotted by the Summoning Demons Cult, potentially leading to unforeseen troubles.

"Five."

"Understood! May I suggest ordering two pots—one with a tomato base and one with our signature 'Truly Fragrant' base..."

"No need for food. We are here for business."

Li Mo had only just finished waving his hand when—

Gurgle...

"Um... honored guests, are you certain you aren't hungry? Our shop’s sesame paste is also world-class. Dipping lamb into it makes it tender and mouth-wateringly delicious..."

Slurp!

"......"

Li Mo glanced toward Elder Qian, whose short, stout frame was obvious even under the heavy cloak. How dependable were these elders as allies?

But he also understood that Elder Qian couldn't help it; it was a purely physical reflex. He said with a sigh:

"In that case, bring some beef and lamb. The pots as you recommended."

Elder Qian nodded, adding with emphasis: "The usual amount of scallions and garlic, but extra sesame paste. Put the bill on..."

As he spoke, Elder Qian hesitated, unsure which room was occupied by the members of the Summoning Demons Sect.

At that exact moment, a loud 'bang' echoed from the floor above—the sound of a door being kicked open with force.

Luo Yexian rushed out with immense excitement:

"Who's playing mahjong? I'll hop in for a few rounds as well!"

Li Mo: "..."

It appeared the opposition was even less professional than his own side.