The feeling was utterly indescribable. Though faint, it was like a pebble constantly digging into her.
Impossible to wear away.
Moreover, what worried Han Lingxuan most was that she had never practiced any cultivation techniques and was rather frail, which was why she could not keep the fiend entirely under her control. Huang Fuling, however, had cultivated, and might well monopolize all of the fiend's time.
When that happened, the fiend would be unable to come to Parasol Tree Courtyard.
Wouldn't she lose all chances of taking revenge?
"It seems I must cultivate. Only through cultivation can I keep the fiend firmly locked down."
"Besides, everything I do is to kill the fiend. I also don't want anyone else to be defiled by him. If I don't enter hell, who will?"
Han Lingxuan murmured to herself, her eyes filled with resolve.
She looked positively impassioned.
She had once held the exalted rank of princess consort. What did it matter if a mere fiend was a little stronger?
She could still endure him.
Just then...
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock at the door made the Princess Consort's heart tremble.
Before she could react, she saw the little maid poke her head out and glance outside.
Her eyes were bright, her almond-shaped eyes blinking.
"Who... who is it?"
Han Lingxuan's voice was trembling. She dared not imagine that terrifying answer.
"Your Highness, the Demon Venerable is back again. You're so charming that you even made him return after leaving."
The little maid was delighted.
Han Lingxuan's vision, however, went black. Her exquisite face turned as white as paper, and she felt her body trembling.
That fiend... damn him!
How cruel he was!
He was simply bent on taking her life!
At this rate, she would probably die before she could take her