"I... I don't know, the princess doesn't understand what's going on either and can't understand what you're saying."
Han Lingxuan's expression was serious as she kept denying, a trace of panic flashing through her phoenix eyes.
She constantly admonished herself in her heart.
I must stay calm!
No matter what this demon says, I must remain unmoved.
I am the princess, after all. Even my innocence was lost to this demon, and now he's playing the scoundrel.
He truly deserves a thousand deaths!
There was once a notorious scoundrel in the Tang Dynasty known as Cheng who betrayed his own wife, fooling around with others.
In the end, his wife beheaded him and went on a voyage.
I must do the same. As the princess, can't I resist the demon's temptation?
She was composed and full of confidence, placing immense trust in herself.
But in the next moment...
She saw the Demon Lord casually wave his hand.
The snowstorm raged.
