In the dimly lit great hall, Fang Yang's body stiffened, and alarms blared in his heart.
Suddenly, he had an extra Demon Lord card in his hand.
Who was it?
Why would someone sneak into his bed?
It was well-known that the Demon Lord's bedroom was forbidden territory within the demonic sect, and all disciples should be aware of this.
Such a serious mistake shouldn't have been made.
Could it be...the princess consort?
Yes, that must be it!
Earlier in the day, he had signaled her with his eyes at the top floor of the Demon Lord's pavilion, indicating that he would visit her at the Wutong Courtyard tonight, and she had hurried back to make the bed.
But because of a physical ailment, he stood her up and hadn't yet managed to communicate the excuse to her.
Therefore, the princess consort, unable to wait at home any longer, came directly to the bedroom and his bed.
Reasonable! Quite reasonable!
It's only that...
He truly was willing but powerless.
