The consort was satisfied.
At last, she was able to pick up the silver needle and enact her malevolent revenge plan.
The first to be pricked was the Demon Lord.
After all, he failed to recognize a gem among stones.
Furthermore, he was so fickle, so dissolute.
Prick! Prick fiercely!
Let him know the dreadful fate of crossing her.
Han Lingxuan considered herself to have a heart as steady as a rock.
Utterly malevolent.
Even on the battlefield, she could be the kind to claim countless lives.
But at this moment, as she held the silver needle,
after much hesitation, she found herself unable to pierce it down no matter what.
The Demon Lord's face was so detestable.
What was going on? Why was this happening? It shouldn't be like this!
Could it be...
Ling'er was right; had she really started to harbor feelings for that Demon Lord?
Pah! Pah! Pah!
That definitely wasn't it!
What virtues and abilities did that Demon Lord possess that could captivate me?
