In the Xingqing Palace, mist lingered in the air, and everything was so peaceful.
Splash, splash.
Splash, splash.
The sound of spring water echoed around, each ripple seductive to the ear.
The Empress Dowager submerged herself in the spring water, her mind once again preoccupied by the Demon Lord, recalling how she had been conquered by him, her silver teeth clenched in frustration.
Desires rose within her, her heart burning with an uncontrollable restlessness.
How could one not get wet walking by the riverbank?
Yet, when it came to that Demon Lord, it was her, a celestial fox of rare talent, who had made her first move.
To her surprise, no sooner had she acted than the Demon Lord neutralized her efforts.
Instead of draining him dry, she was the one left drained.
Moreover, he had taken her body, a humiliation and disgrace beyond words for her.
Five days had passed, and she had thought her unwavering resolve would be enough to forget the Demon Lord and cease to reminisce.
