Thousand Face Demonic Concubine Chapter 72.1

Chapter 72.1 - One woman, two husbands

Nie Zhen’er intuitively stepped back to dodge, “You, what do you want to do?”

“What do I want to do?” He looked at her coldly, strangely bewitching.

He bent down and leaned close to her, his hot breath beating against Nie Zhen’er’s face.

His voice was low, intoxicating, “You wanted to see Anye’s master? En?”

Nie Zhen’er stared fixedly at the eyes in front of her face.

In a second, her face blushed so red, it nearly dripped blood.

Her breathing started becoming uneven as she panted, her hands gripping her handkerchief.

What, what was he doing so close to her?

Could it be …. that he liked her?

But ….

“You, you, you, you, don’t get so close!”

“Really? Then how about you step back? En?”

“I …. I ….” Nie Zhen’er’s mouth wanted to tell him to go away, but her body didn’t want to move away at all.

Everyone watched and faced each other knowingly, their eyes mocking and disdainful.

The masked man pinched her chin, lifting it up as his voice was bewitching, “Do you like me?”

“En, like, I like you …”

Nie Zhen’er seemed to have been bewitched by those peach blossom eyes, her mind was a blank.

She could only follow him and repeat a phrase.

But just as she spoke, the laughter in the masked man’s eyes grew deeper, in contrast to the disdain in his voice.

“But didn’t you just say you wanted to be Anye’s madam? So do you like Anye’s master, or do you like me? You should choose one because one woman can’t serve two husbands.”

Nie Zhen’er’s face became even redder as she looked at him then thought of Anye’s master.

Her heart was beating, badump, badump, badump.

But she couldn’t decide.

Finally, she didn’t know which part of her brain convulsed, but she said in a small voice, “It doesn’t have to be like that.”

“Oh?”

The masked man’s eyes deepened, as he continued to lead her words.

“Doesn’t have to be like what?”

“Doesn’t have to be … only marrying one.” Her little face became even redder.

She’d once secretly heard a story teller speak of Xiliang country’s previous empress’ secret history.

In that year, she married two men and in the end, didn’t two emperors of different countries both fall for her?

So if Xiliang country’s empress could, why couldn’t she?

However, Nie Zhen’er forgot that this was Dongyu country and not Xiliang country.

And that she was only a small little duke’s daughter, not the previously stunning and awe-inspiring Xiliang’s previous empress.

Once she spoke, the whole crowd at the auction marketplace suddenly burst into a clamour as her words incited a huge wave.

Everyone couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath, as their eyes turned complicated and strange as they looked at her.

Nie Zhen’er’s personal maid’s face went pale.

She bent towards Nie Zhen’er’s ear and warned her, “Miss!”

But Nie Zhen’er seemed to still have an incredible confidence in her looks as she proudly looked to the masked man, “You want to marry me?”

The masked man slowly let go of the hand that held onto her chin.

His mouth corner curled devilishly but his eyes held a hint of mercilessness.

By the time Nie Zhen’er realised, it was already too late.

“I … don’t want to marry this sort of indecisive and faithless woman!”

After he finished speaking, he expressionlessly lifted up a hand that gestured towards the back, his index finger curling.

Black clothed men suddenly appeared to rush forward from all directions.

They were covered up from head to toe, only revealing their eyes.

They all kneeled in unison. “Master!”

At the same time, the red clothed girl who was standing to the side originally, also respectfully kneeled down to the ground, “Master.”

“En.”

The masked man narrowed his eyes and replied.

At the same time, someone immediately came forward and drape a long black gown on him.

The phoenix tailed mask was carelessly lifted up by him too.

Before anyone had the time to see his face properly, the mask was replaced by a symbolic Asura’s mask.

His peach blossom eyes became hard and cold, his aura imposing.

His black gown lifted up as he grandly turned to face the crowd.

His whole body was magnificent, imposing and domineering, so proud that no one in the crowd could bear to move their eyes away.

Everyone had been shocked speechless by the spectacle as they dazedly watched the man on the stage.

They all sucked in their breaths as they straightened up and stood up.

Heavens, they actually saw the legendary and rarely seen Anye’s master!

TL note:

Symbolic Asura mask - it should be a mask that identifies him. Asura is malevolent spirits.

Not too much of a surprise? This is the type of entrance I expected the male lead to have honestly.

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