She made a show of reading a book.
Her expression was calm.
Yet her gaze kept drifting toward the door.
How terrifying!
She had no idea what on earth had possessed her just now.
The moment she heard the fiend had arrived.
She inexplicably sat down at the dressing table, inexplicably picked up the Eyebrow Pencil, and inexplicably began dabbing on rouge.
Then came a whole string of other inexplicable things.
For instance, changing into undergarments as thin as cicada wings, changing her Silk Stockings, and putting on the Hairpin the fiend had given her.
And... laying out bedding.
On the bed, on the floor, beside the wall, by the window...
Everything was laid out neatly, in perfect order.
Before she even realized what was happening, everything was already done, at a terrifying speed.
Could it be...
I really am a wanton woman?!
And I simply hadn't met the fiend before?
A terrifying thought arose in the Princess Consort's mind, but she quickly shook her head and cast it out.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
How could she be that sort of person?
Everything she did was to seduce the fiend and assassinate him; it had even become an assassin's instinct.
Yes, that must be it!
The Princess Consort was utterly certain.
Her face, however, remained cool and aloof. She intended to ignore the fiend at first when he came in this time.
Leave him hanging for a while!
At least...
The time it takes to drink a cup of tea!
Only then would he understand just how proud a dignified Princess Consort was.
However...
Considering that this fellow still had some conscience and ate the chestnuts Ling'er worked so hard to save up...
One cup of tea's time could be reduced to half a cup.
*And considering that he delivered them