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Ye Qingchuan took her back to the bedchamber.

A figure in yellow stood at the entrance, anxiously watching for anyone who approached. It was the maid in yellow, still waiting for the Demon Venerable to return.

The maid had thought Ye Zhenzhen would be devoured by Wicked Spirits in the Abyss of Darkness, her soul utterly destroyed. When the Demon Venerable returned and found his beloved gone, the maid could comfort him, slip into his heart while he was vulnerable, and offer herself to him. Then she would become the most honored woman in the Demon Realm.

Instead, not only had he returned, but he had brought the woman she hated most with him.

How was that woman still alive? Fire blazed in the maid's eyes. She wanted to rush forward and tear Ye Zhenzhen limb from limb, but before she could get close, Ye Qingchuan lunged over and seized her by the throat.

"You dared to touch my woman?" His voice was cold as ice chips.

"She was the one who wanted to run away," the maid protested.

"Even if she wanted to run, you had no right to touch her. A single hair on her head matters more than all of you!" He snapped her neck without hesitation.

The maid in yellow closed her eyes, unwilling to accept it. In the end, she had lost to that foolish female cultivator who was not even as beautiful as she was. What a shame about the plan she had so carefully laid...

Ye Qingchuan cast a Cleansing Spell to remove the maid's blood from his hand, then took Ye Zhenzhen into the bedchamber.

Someone seemed to have deliberately redecorated it. Besides the bright-red wedding decorations already there, the walls now bore quite a few pictures of men and women doing