No wonder before she came to Shadow Moon Convent, she insisted on carrying that small wooden box, fearing that the cold weather would harm the Demon Lord.
That Demon Lord deserved a good freezing.
It served him right for not being faithful, always flirting around outside. It would be best if that thing of his froze off too.
That way, he wouldn't be so potent, and she wouldn't be so exhausted.
"My lady, you didn't quarrel with the Demon Lord just now, did you?"
The little maid sensed that her mistress seemed very angry and asked cautiously.
Fearing that the Demon Lord and the lady would have an irreparable fallout, in the end, it would still be her lady who suffered.
"Of course... I did!"
The lady initially wanted to comfort her little maid, but upon seeing the cotton-padded clothes in Ling'er's hands, along with the herbs at her back, she abruptly swallowed the placating words she had intended to say and spoke irritably.
Then...
