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"Oh no, the demon is coming."
The princess consort's complexion suddenly changed; she could recognize the footsteps of the demon even if she were reduced to ashes.
The young maid's face turned ghostly pale, not knowing what to do in such a situation.
"Princess... Princess Consort, what should we do?"
Ling'er asked with a trembling voice.
"Quick, hide under the bed, and no matter what you hear, do not come out. In any case, this matter has nothing to do with you."
"Do you understand?"
"Und... understood!"
The young maid nodded, and like a caterpillar, she wriggled her way under the bed.
The princess consort took a deep breath and clutched the hairpin in her sleeve tighter.
A tender smile spread across her exquisite cheeks.
She slowly walked toward the courtyard.
Strategy Plan 2.0, activated!
It was time to show the Demon Lord her true acting skills.
...
Outside the courtyard.
Fang Yang had also prepared his expression management.
He was still so domineering, indifferent, with a hint of faint lust.
And so he looked towards the wutong tree courtyard!
He hypnotized himself for the last time!
From now on, I am the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord is me!
The Replace Demon Lord Plan, activated!
It was time to show the princess consort his true acting skills.
...
Creak!
Accompanied by a shrill squeak,
the door of the wutong tree courtyard opened.
The candlelight flickered.
The princess consort was holding a lantern, leaning against the door.
A gentle breeze blew, and faint cicada sounds came from the distance.
The bright moonlight shone on her slender jade legs, casting a beautiful glow.
She had just taken a bath, her hair still damp and draped behind her.
The thin dress clung to her well-rounded figure, delicate and graceful, stunningly breathtaking.
At that moment, she stood there, gazing steadily at Fang Yang, a faint smile on her perfect oval face.
As if a beloved awaited her lord's return.
"Demon Lord, you've come. I have been waiting for a long time."
Her voice trembled slightly,
plucking at one's heartstrings, causing Fang Yang's heart to skip a half-beat.
He became even more certain that the princess consort had a close relationship with the Demon Lord, perhaps even harboring a certain special feeling.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be waiting here so tenderly and affectionately.
But the thing is, according to the panel in his mind, the princess consort's favorability towards him was at the lowest -30, which was to the extent of hating to the bone.
In such circumstances, how could she be so warm?
Could it be... she was forced by the Demon Lord to put on a smiling face, pretending deliberately?
But she was playing the part too convincingly.
Or was it,
Stockholm syndrome?
The princess consort had been imprisoned for three years, tormented for three years, and developed taboo thoughts.
Both hating and yearning.
Is this what made the favorability so complicated?
The more Fang Yang thought about it, the more possible it seemed, feeling as if he had glimpsed the truth.
But... such a twisted yet fervent feeling, in the future, it would be exhausting for him to deal with.
All the emotions were reined in, a faint smile on his face as he suddenly pulled her slender waist into his arms.
"What's the matter, you're anxious? Don't worry, I certainly won't disappoint you tonight."
The princess consort stiffened.
A surge of humiliation and rage welled up inside her!
She wanted nothing more than to fight the demon to the death immediately.
But she quickly came to her senses.
No!
She might have suffered a small loss right now.
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But for the entire plan, it was a blood profit.
She had merely lost some of her innocence, the Demon Lord must already be disgustingly fed up by now.
Yet she still had to pretend as if she were smitten.
If it were someone else, they might really be fooled.
But she knew the Demon Lord's true colors, and with her clever mind, she had seen through everything long ago; the Demon Lord had no chance of deceiving her.
By now, the Demon Lord's blood should be boiling with rage, but he continued to suppress it bitterly, waiting until they were inside the room.
She slid off her skirt.
Revealing the coquettish undergarment she had changed into today.
Directly unleashing a powerful move, guaranteed to make the Demon Lord throw down his armor and fall into madness.
The more she thought about it, the more exhilarated she became, her cheeks slightly flushed with excitement. Finally, she bit her lip and sacrificed a bit more, almost burying herself into Fang Yang's embrace.
A gem in his arms.
Seeing the Consort's blushing cheeks and her slightly trembling body, Fang Yang also couldn't help feeling fortunate.
Indeed, after the Demon Lord had been secluded for a month, the Consort was already becoming impatient.
Luckily, he had seen through everything, and his decisive visit tonight meant that the Consort certainly wouldn't harbor any suspicions towards him.
And once suspicion begins, it's the first step toward exposure.
With this in mind, he held the Consort even tighter.
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Soon, inside the room, the candlelight flickered.
Fang Yang and the Consort of the Southern King, embracing each other, sat on the bed, his face wearing an affectionate smile.
Yet, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
On the one hand, Fang Yang felt that since the Consort and the Demon Lord's relationship was so twisted, there might be other pet names she used, and in order not to reveal his cover, he was waiting for the Consort's lead.
On the other hand, Han Lingxuan was, after all, the Consort of the Southern King, and the fact that she had managed to come this far was already quite rare; how could she know the seductive tactics of those vixens?
Thus, she was also waiting for the Demon Lord.
Both of them ended up in an awkward stalemate.
Crackle! Snap!
The room's candles occasionally made faint noises.
The atmosphere grew more and more oppressive.
Until...
"Meow..."
A soft meow broke the Consort's train of thought, she glanced to the side.
She saw the white lion cat curled up on the bed.
Its fur was still somewhat damp.
Now looking at her, now at the Demon Lord,
those glassy eyes became even more aggrieved.
The Consort felt inexplicably guilty, but she also made a decision, not wanting to wait any longer, she planned to take the initiative.
Directly unleashing her ultimate weapon!
"Ha!"
Under the dim candlelight.
She yawned, placed the lantern to one side, and then lay down on the bed, mimicking the mesmerized gaze described for vixens in the operas.
"Demon Lord, I'm feeling a bit sleepy, I'll rest first," she said.
As she spoke, she gently slipped off her long dress, only halfway, the silk undergarment somewhat revealing.
The dignified Consort doing such things was inevitably a bit awkward and shy, causing her voice to tremble.
The skin as pristine as jade was covered in a rosy cloud.
Fang Yang was supposed to be acting, but at the sight of this scene, he couldn't help but breathe heavily, his eyes even turning a shade redder.
It took a long while before he gradually calmed down!
He inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed,
his performance was quite successful, making the Consort completely see him as the Demon Lord.
Tonight was secure.
And seeing Fang Yang breathe so unevenly, Han Lingxuan was equally thrilled.
It seemed her performance was quite successful.
Making the Demon Lord utterly lose his composure.
Tonight was secure!
Both of them exchanged glances, each flaunting their acting skills, though inwardly on high alert, they maintained an appearance full of deep affection.
Three years of hatred were about to be avenged in one fell swoop.
Everything was going according to plan, down to the smallest detail.
The corners of the Consort's mouth lifted slightly, and she felt even more that she had left nothing to chance, tenderly moving closer to Fang Yang.
At the same time, she inwardly said,
"Ling'er, watch closely, for today I shall let you see how the Demon Lord dies by my hand."