Watching from the side, she had seen it clearly: the Princess Consort had plainly given her heart to the Demon Venerable, yet she insisted on acting cold.
She acted as though she did not care at all, only to become utterly forlorn when the Demon Venerable did not come.
For her Princess Consort's sake, and so the Princess Consort would not return to her former walking-corpse state and would smile again.
As her maid, she had to say all this.
"It looks like... my plan has been quite a success."
Fang Yang's expression was icy, but inwardly, he was very pleased.
He did not find the little maid noisy in the slightest, nor did he think the things she spoke of were trivial.
On the contrary, he found them quite interesting.
To be honest, he was rather fond of this little maid, who knew her boundaries, worked hard, and was loyal.
In particular, her words proved that the Ginseng Root Porridge he had been having delivered every morning these past few days had produced some results.
Thinking of how he had been resting and building up his strength lately, with the help of the Sun-Chasing Pill as well, he could hardly wait to let the Princess Consort discover just how formidable he, the Blood Rain Demon Venerable, truly was.
Soon, he reached the door.
Just as he was about to push it open and enter, the little maid's tentative voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Demon Venerable, do you like roasted chestnuts?"
Fang Yang paused and turned around, somewhat puzzled, but still answered truthfully.
"I'm not particularly fond of such things."
"Oh."
Ling'er lowered her head, her gaze dimming with disappointment.
She quietly hid the basket behind her back.
So...
The treasures she had so carefully cherished, what she had