My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

1490 Coming with Ill Intentions (2)

“Thank you for your hard work in this beast tide.” Duanmu Chun opened the umbrella in his hand and said with a slightly frivolous tone.

Judging from his appearance, he didn’t look like he was here to oversee the overall situation at all. Instead, he looked like he was here for a tour.

Li Niansheng had worked in the Imperial City for many years and already knew what kind of personality Duanmu Chun had, so his expression didn’t change at all.

“You’re being too serious, Your Highness. This is our responsibility to begin with. Besides, no eggs are intact when the nest is overturned.”

Li Niansheng’s first sentence was for Duanmu Chun to hear, and the second sentence was for everyone present.

After all, Zhuang Prefectural City didn’t only rely on the soldiers sent by the Imperial Court to survive from the beast tide, but also all the cultivators in Zhuang Prefectural City.

Duanmu Chun chuckled, adding a hint of gentleness to his already feminine face. “It’s rare for Lord Li to have such realization. I’m very relieved.”

“Right, let me introduce you.” Duanmu Chun seemed to have thought of something and reached out to hug Cheng Su’er, who was standing silently beside him. “This is my new wife, Cheng Su’er.”

“Madam Su.” Hearing that, Li Niansheng bowed to Cheng Su’er obediently as a greeting.

“Lord Li.” Cheng Su’er smiled charmingly and bowed back to Li Niansheng.

“My good wife, your smile is so beautiful. I like it the most when you smile.” Duanmu Chun raised Cheng Su’er’s chin with the folding fan in his hand and said in a frivolous and ambiguous tone.

Cheng Su’er raised her fair neck obediently. The smile on her face became even more charming when she heard that.

“Your Highness’s love is my honor. Meeting you is my greatest luck in this life,” Cheng Su’er said as she leaned against Duanmu Chun, looking like a helpless little bird.

The corners of Duanmu Chun’s mouth curled up a bit more. “Your mouth is really sweet.”

Seeing that Duanmu Chun was flirting with his concubine in front of everyone, almost everyone present frowned slightly.

“Your Highness…”

Li Niansheng was about to say something when Duanmu Chun raised his hand and interrupted him. “May I know who is the City Lord of Zhuang Prefectural City?”

As soon as Duanmu Chun said this, Cheng Zhong’s heart immediately sank.

“Your Highness, I’m Cheng Zhong. I’m now the City Lord of Zhuang Prefectural City.” Cheng Zhong took a step forward and bowed respectfully to Duanmu Chun.

“Oh? So you’re Su’er’s father. You’re indeed as straightforward as Su’er said,” Duanmu Chun said nonchalantly with an unreadable expression.

Without waiting for Cheng Zhong to reply, Duanmu Chun suddenly turned around and asked, “I heard that the inscription spiritual weapons sold by the Liang family are even better than the two inscription masters in the Imperial City. I wonder if the head of the Liang family is here?”

As Duanmu Chun spoke, everyone subconsciously wanted to find Liang Zongxing in the crowd.

However, no one found him after a while.

“Your Highness, the beast tide is fierce. In order to let many cultivators have life-saving trump cards, Patriarch Liang has been busy day and night. I hope Your Highness can understand.” Li Niansheng stood up and cupped his hands, speaking up for Liang Zongxing.

“Oh?”

Duanmu Chun’s expression didn’t change, but his tone became even more frivolous. “I see. I thought that Patriarch Liang didn’t like me and deliberately hid himself.”

Hearing what sounded like a joke, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Li Niansheng’s forehead. “Your Highness, you must be joking. Patriarch Liang has been busy day and night for the sake of Zhuang Prefectural City. He definitely has no intention of undermining you, Your Highness. I hope Your Highness can forgive him.”