Hua Cheng

There has been a lot of fuss in the heavenly halls lately. Everyone is so busy with work that even the celestials will not have time to take up a new business, as new problems are pouring in. The Ling Wen Palace is littered from floor to ceiling with documents and papers — a terrible sight for anyone.

But unfortunately, you were not spared either. It was a pity to leave one Ling Wen buried under the papers, so your conscience did not torment you for a long time, as you volunteered for help.

Later, you regretted this decision, because you had not left your chambers for several hours. Now your abode seemed like the halls of the God of Literature.

Rubbing the bridge of your nose, you continued to dig through the documents with a quiet sigh. The hand that was constantly smearing stacks of sheets began to go numb. The hieroglyphs were already double in your eyes, which you didn't even pay attention to the familiar voice.

However, your attention was attracted by the tapping of your knuckles on the table, where you were currently focused on work. Then a deep and hoarse voice penetrated your ears, which sent goosebumps through your body, and hot breath caressed your skin.

"Your Highness, you have left your San Lang alone for a long time. I was already beginning to think that I was guilty in front of you."

Turning back, your eyes widened that there was none other than Hua Cheng behind you. How did he end up in the heavenly halls in the first place? But to your mute question in your eyes, the demon only smiled out of the corner of his lips and tilted his head to the side. There was a mischievous twinkle in his ruby eye, as if he already knew your thoughts in advance.

"What's happened? I couldn't bear to be separated from his Highness for so long." —Hua Cheng moved closer from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and couldn't hide a satisfied grin.— "But if you keep your voice down, maybe no one will know about my presence."