This wasn't just blatantly asking the other party to knock oneself out with a club, forcibly celebrating a wedding night?
"Sister, this person is truly too cunning. He dares to seduce the Demon Lord right in front of you and me. Why don't you pass all of your bedroom techniques to me, and let your sister take down the Demon Lord?"
Fang Qinghan's face was expressionless, putting on a show of righteous indignation.
The princess glanced at her, couldn't bother to argue with such a fool.
She was shrewder than a monkey; did this foolish woman really think she could fool her? What a joke!
...
The nights in the small mountain village were exceptionally peaceful.
Shrouded in grey fog, no sound escaped.
In the courtyard, candles burned.
The disciples of the Blood Rain Sect had been wanting to rest inside the coffins, but without the Demon Lord's permission, they dared not take the initiative.
They could only tremble with fear, walking on thin ice.
