He gave himself one final round of mental conditioning!
From now on, I am the Demon Venerable, and the Demon Venerable is me!
Operation Replace the Demon Venerable begins!
Time to show this princess consort what real acting looks like.
Creak!
With a drawn-out creak,
the door to Wutong Courtyard opened.
Candlelight flickered.
The princess consort held a lantern, leaning against the door.
A gentle breeze stirred, carrying the faint chirping of cicadas from afar.
Bright moonlight fell upon her long, slender, jade-white legs, bathing them in a beautiful sheen.
She had just bathed, and her still-damp hair hung down her back.
Her dress, thin as a cicada's wing, clung to her rounded, lustrous figure, making her look soft and graceful, breathtakingly beautiful.
At that moment, she simply stood there, gazing steadily at Fang Yang, a faint smile lingering on her flawless oval face.
Like a loving wife awaiting her husband's return.
"Demon Venerable, you're here. I've been waiting for you for so long."
Her voice trembled slightly.
It plucked at his heartstrings, making Fang Yang's heart skip a beat.
He became even more certain that the princess consort before him was close to the Demon Venerable, and had even developed some special feelings for him.
Otherwise, she would never have waited here with such tender affection.
But the problem was that, according to the panel in his mind, the princess consort's affection for him was already at its lowest value of -30, reaching the level of bone-deep hatred.
How could she be so welcoming under those circumstances?
Could it be... because the Demon Venerable forced her, she has no choice but to greet him with a smile and put on an act?
But this act is far too convincing.
Or could it be...
Is this really Stockholm syndrome?
The princess consort had been imprisoned for three years, tormented for three years, and had even developed forbidden thoughts.
Hatred and love intertwined.
Is that why her affection is so conflicted?
The more Fang Yang thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. He felt he had already glimpsed the truth.
But... with feelings this twisted and feverish, I'm going to have my work cut out for me.
He concealed every flicker of emotion, a faint smile settling on his face, then abruptly slipped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace.
"What, getting impatient? Don't worry. I certainly won't disappoint you tonight."
The Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King stiffened.
Humiliation and fury surged through her heart!
She wished she could fight this fiend to the death right then and there.
But she quickly came to her senses.
No!
I might be taking a small loss right now.
But for the overall plan, this is an enormous win.
I've only sacrificed a little of my chastity. The fiend must already be sick to his stomach.
Yet he still has to pretend he's moved.
Someone else might actually have been fooled.
But I know the fiend's secrets. With my clever mind, I've already seen through everything. He can forget about deceiving me.
His blood must already be surging, but he's still struggling to suppress it. Once we're inside...
I'll slip off my dress.
And reveal the little vixen's undergarment I changed into today.
I'll unleash my ultimate weapon and send the fiend fleeing without helmet or armor, his cultivation spiraling out of control.
The more she thought about it, the more exhilarated she became, her cheeks flushing with excitement. Finally, she gritted her teeth and made another small sacrifice, all but burying herself in Fang Yang's embrace.
Soft jade nestled in his arms.
Looking at the princess consort's flushed cheeks and slightly trembling body, Fang Yang could not help feeling relieved.
Just as I thought. After the Demon Venerable spent a month in seclusion, the princess consort can hardly wait any longer.
Luckily, I saw through everything and decisively came here tonight. Otherwise, she would definitely have grown suspicious of me.
And once suspicion takes root, it's the first step toward exposure.
At that thought, he held the princess consort even tighter.
Soon, inside the room, candlelight flickered.
Fang Yang and the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King sat embracing at the bedside, tender smiles on their faces.
Yet the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
On one hand, Fang Yang felt that since the princess consort and the fiend had such a twisted relationship, they might have some other peculiar tastes. To avoid exposing his true identity, he waited for her to guide him.
On the other hand, Han Lingxuan was, after all, the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King. Getting this far was already no small feat for her. How would she know those vixens' methods of seduction?
So she, too, waited for the fiend.
The two of them remained stuck in that awkward stalemate.
Crackle! Pop!
The candles in the room occasionally made faint noises.
The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive.
Until...
"Meow..."
A faint meow broke the princess consort's train of thought, and she glanced to the side.
She discovered the White Snow Lion Cat curled up on the bed.
The cat's fur was still a little damp.
The cat looked at her, then at the fiend,
those glasslike eyes growing increasingly reproachful.
For some inexplicable reason, the princess consort felt a pang of guilt. But she also made up her mind: she would wait no longer. She intended to take the initiative.
She would bring out her ultimate weapon!
"Haah!"
Beneath the dim yellow candlelight,
she yawned, set the lantern aside, and lay down on the bed, imitating the descriptions of those vixens in plays as she let her gaze turn hazy.
"Demon Venerable, I'm a little sleepy. I'll turn in first."
As she spoke, she gently slipped her dress halfway off, leaving her little silk undergarment faintly visible.
For a dignified princess consort, doing something like this was unfamiliar and embarrassing, making even her voice tremble.
A rosy haze spread across her snow-white, jade-like skin.
Fang Yang had merely been acting, but the instant he saw this, he still could not stop his breathing from growing heavy. Even his eyes seemed to redden slightly.
Only after a long while did he gradually calm down!
Inwardly, he breathed a small sigh of relief.
Looks like...
My performance has been quite successful. The princess consort has completely taken me for the Demon Venerable.
Tonight is in the bag.
Meanwhile, seeing Fang Yang's erratic breathing, Han Lingxuan was equally thrilled.
Looks like my performance has been quite successful.
The fiend's cultivation has completely spiraled out of control.
Tonight is in the bag!
The two gazed at each other, each putting on the performance of a lifetime. Though inwardly wary to the utmost, they still appeared deeply affectionate.
Three years of hatred will soon be avenged in a single night.
Everything has gone exactly according to my plan.
The corners of the princess consort's lips curled upward. All the more convinced that her calculations were flawless, she gently pressed closer to Fang Yang.
Meanwhile, she silently said to herself,
Ling'er, watch closely. Tonight, I'll show you exactly how the fiend dies at my hands.
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