Rain fell and fog rose.
The rain in Chang'an was always a light drizzle.
At this moment, amidst the autumn rain, the Empress's gaze at Bai Yufei became exceedingly complex, revealing a faint hunger and desire.
The words she had just spoken to Guan Qinghan were half-truths, half-lies.
The true part was that inside the Flying Craft, the Demon Head was indeed engaging in the most lascivious, shameless acts with his third disciple, and they had reached a state of ecstasy that bordered on life and death.
By now, the two of them might already be engulfed in surging tides.
The lie was that her ability to investigate this did not come from being in Chang'an, the ruler of the city, harnessing the power of Chang'an to sense it.
The real reason was that she had become the Demon Head's Lust Slave; naturally, her Divine Soul was tightly linked with his, making her perception of him clear and profound.
