Let Chan'er Suffer a Little, Senior Jiang Will Bear the Infamy of Killing the Demon Queen

"Devil Empress, why have you come to the capital?"

Leng Silan flipped her hand and drew the flexible sword from her belt, saying coldly, "National Preceptor Lingguang once made an agreement with all sides: east martial, west literary, south devil, north demon—none may enter the capital without cause."

"This Seat and National Preceptor Lingguang could be considered old acquaintances. I once received a measure of his care, and I dare not forget such great kindness and virtue. Now that he has passed away in meditation, this Seat naturally had to come pay respects." Empress Dugu raised both hands, indicating that she had changed into white robes and had come sincerely to mourn at his grave.

Whether it was true or false was hard to say, but she put especially heavy emphasis on the words "great kindness and virtue." When she mentioned his passing in meditation, the upturned corners of her lips simply would not stay down. She was clearly smiling all along.

Empress Dugu had been blessed with beauty that could topple a kingdom. Clad in white, her exquisite figure became all the more striking, her loveliness breathtaking. With only one glance, Xiang Yuan felt as if that impossibly lovely face favored him especially; her graceful charm was exceptionally enticing.

She likes me!

Obviously impossible. The Devil Empress had debuted twenty years before thirty years ago—perhaps she was indeed at the age of liking athletic young men—but Xiang Yuan leaned more toward another possibility: he had been struck by a seduction art without even realizing it.

The moment he closed his eyes, images of robes slipping loose and endless rosy intimacy appeared before him. He silently cursed how absurd it was and turned to look at Chan'er beside him.

Because he liked older sisters, a little girl like Chan'er immediately