Even she would have to bear the Abbess's wrath.
The daylight was bright, and Fang Yang left Parasol Tree Courtyard early.
The little maid was still dozing beneath the bed.
Last night, she had put her clever little head to work all night, wondering what gift she should give the Demon Venerable.
But frustratingly, despite coming up with a whole heap of ideas, none had been quite right, and she had fallen asleep without realizing it.
A faint smile hung on her tender face, which still held a little baby fat.
She looked so innocent and radiant, so happy, as though in her dreams, she had already thought of the very best thing in the world to give the Demon Venerable.
Meanwhile, the Princess Consort had also woken up, her black hair disheveled and clinging to her stunning, rosy profile.
She lay blankly on the bed, her gaze bewildered.
As though she had completely lost her way.
Last night, after that demon returned, he had not continued to defile her. Instead, he had held her tenderly as they slept through the night.
Nothing had happened.
For the two of them, whose relationship was perfectly innocent and pure, this was simply unprecedented.
Most importantly, she could feel that the demon had been more restless than ever last night, that restlessness almost bursting out of him.
Yet he had still forcibly endured it, suppressing that flame. For a demon notorious for his lust, this was simply unimaginable.
Before, she would certainly have snorted and mocked him for being incapable. But after experiencing last night's despair, she no longer had the face to say that.
"Has that demon fallen completely in love with me? It seems my chance for revenge is almost here. But why am I not as happy as I