Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Liu Rushuang smirked at the sound of everyone’s uproar. In actuality, she could do everything. The only thing was, just how well could she perform? That, was what determined whether she was eligible to sit in her seat at all.

Liu Rushuang looked at the brush, ink, and paper on the table and walked over to them. She picked up the brush and started to freestyle.

Han Moze stood in the front with astonishment in his eyes when he saw her raise the brush and carefully pinch it. Liu Rushuang acted as though there was no one around her and took a deep breath. Her calligraphy skills did not fall too far behind from his own!

Today, his emotions were all over the place; not just once or twice for this woman. It seemed like the fortitude that he trained for so many years wasn’t useful against this woman.

After a short while, Liu Rushuang finished her piece and two eunuchs raised the scroll up high for everyone to see.

A literary official loudly recited, “All the fame in the world yet one hasn’t a household to enter. All the words in the world yet one hasn’t a way out to speak of.”

“These words are graceful, bold, and powerful. Beautiful! Beautiful!”

“The Liu family’s Third Young Miss’ life really resembles this rhyming couplet. It’s true that she doesn’t have a household, nor a way out. She’s famous for being a fool. Now that you think about, she’s been mistreated.”

“I remember she was just four years old when she participated in the Capital’s young girl’s competition. She was so young, so it was normal for her not to know words.”

“Yes! Yes! The Liu family’s Third Young Miss’ calligraphy and her rhyming couplet do not fall far behind the Second Young Miss of the family!”

“A woman actually writes better than I can? I’m so ashamed!”

…

Liu Rushuang’s reputation of being stupid was no more. She was now famous all over the Capital for having defeated the princesses and the noble daughters of state officials.

The passionate glow in Han Moze’s eyes were like wine. He must have this woman.

He turned around and stared at the extremely edgy Ouyang Xiu.

“Emperor of Nanli, now you can give consent to my marriage to Princess Changping, correct?” He exclaimed flatly.

Ouyang Xiu snapped back to his senses, then coughed softly with an uncomfortable look on his face.

He really wasn’t willing to make that promise!

But nothing could be said about Liu Rushuang’s talent and she wasn’t a fool, so what could he do?

Minister Liu easily guessed what Ouyang Xiu was thinking. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be such a high ranking official. So, he raised his brows in disagreement and said, “Emperor of Beiming, the mother of my third daughter is actually only a lowly songstress. It would be truly inappropriate to take her as your wife.”

“If it were me, I definitely won’t marry her!”

“Yes. Her upbringing can’t compare to that of a princess. If I’m to marry, I’d absolutely marry a princess!”

“No matter how talented she may be, she’ll still be looked down upon for her family background!”

…

Liu Rushuang’s eyes turned stern and cold, as she clenched her fists.

Han Moze felt the permeating murderous aura from the woman beside him, and slightly squinted his narrow eyes.

Then, he turned around towards the state officials who were complaining earlier, and gently flicked his fingers a few times. Those people who called Liu Rushuang lowly, vomited blood and fell to the floor.

The people in the great hall looked at those who collapsed beside them with pale faces and an uncontrollable tremble.

As expected, the Emperor of Beiming was a tyrant!

A chilling, bloodthirsty, and murderous aura gathered within Han Moze’s gaze. “Why would the Empress of Beiming tolerate others calling her lowly?” He asked with a chilling voice.

The people of Beiming immediately knew what Han Moze meant. This was affirmation that he was definitely going to marry Princess Changping!

So then, they all walked up to the center of the hall, kneeled and exclaimed, “Greetings your majesty. Long live the Empress.”

Liu Rushuang glanced at Han Moze, as she felt a strange feeling in her heart.

“Y-you… how could you a-attack… Nanli officials in public?” Asked Ouyang Xiu with a trembling voice. This tyrant!

The Empress’ face instantly turned a deathly grey and immediately shrieked. “Guards, hurry!”

In an instant a large group of guards rushed in.

A fierce current washed into Han Moze’s eyes, as he coldly cried, “Emperor of Nanli, I hope that you deliver Princess Changping to her bridal sedan on-time tomorrow. Otherwise, Beiming will crush your kingdom!”

Then, he turned around and spoke with a flat and rather cold tone of voice. “Let’s go!”

With impressive fury, people of Beiming walked out now of the great hall.

The angry Nanli people trembled in anger all over!