Whoosh!
The Empress's cheeks were crimson with shame and anger, hating that she couldn't find a crack in the ground to crawl into, as it was the ultimate humiliation.
She recalled the scene before the Demon Lord arrived at the capital, where she had strategized behind the veil and even declared to the State Preceptor her certainty of capturing the Demon Lord.
On one hand, she could protect the common people, and on the other, she would no longer let the demon continue to humiliate the State Preceptor.
But who would have thought...
Only a month, merely a month's time.
Her bottom line kept collapsing, from initially just sitting together with the demon on a flying chariot, then starting intimate cultivation, and in the end, giving herself completely to the demon, even serving alongside that bewitching woman as if competing for favor.
To her, it was a nightmare of the worst kind, feeling as though she was living in a daze, not knowing when she would fully awaken.
