In Ganlu Palace!
Lamp light flickered, and tears of crimson trickled down.
The Empress, who had always been unrivalled in her authority, was now lying in Fang Yang's arms, biting down on her teeth. Her graceful figure was clad in a black, high-slit dress made of heavenly silkworm silk, tightly wrapping her body.
It made her appear both icy cold and enticing.
Especially now, as the tumult of dragon energy within her surged, flushes of redness appeared on her cheeks.
Her eyes, deep and hazy, were fixed on Fang Yang, filled with hate.
The damned Demon Lord — he truly had abominable intentions!
She could never have imagined that the mighty Demon Lord would stoop so low as to poison her, causing her to faint.
Could it be that he was so bold he intended to carry out his designs on her here in Ganlu Palace, within the imperial confines?
Absurd!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, the more her heart surged.
