That night, the sound of rain and the continuous, pitiful screams of a girl intermingled incessantly.
The small courtyard was a muddy mess, washed out by the rain and in complete disarray.
Within the palace, Jing Lixue was all smiles as she watched the entire process through the Mother-Child Spiritual Mirror placed in her room.
It wasn't until she saw Xu Yuan erupt in rage that she lazily stretched her body and murmured softly, "Yan'er, look how good I am to you. If I'm not mistaken, based on the term 'Yang Charm Demon Body,' his physique should naturally be suited for the Path of the Yang God. The strength of his Primordial Yang should be a unique panacea in all the world, perfectly able to replenish the coldness in your body so that you, too, can stand up again."
"It's just that, it seems like the dosage might have been a bit too much."
Gazing at the girl in the mirror who was at death's door, Jing Lixue's face showed no sign of guilt.
