Perhaps it was because...
She had yet to be sullied by the filth of the world.
Still, he ultimately gave her a cold stare, intending to teach the little girl a proper lesson.
At the very least, he could not let her take such risks again.
The little girl grew increasingly flustered, the smile on her young face looking terribly meek, and finally began to withdraw the plate.
One hand clutched the hem of her clothes.
Did the Demon Venerable... not like them?
Or had she caused trouble for him?
She was anxious and frightened, unsure what to do. At last, a hand took the plate from her.
He began eating the hawthorns, one by one.
"Not bad!"
Fang Yang offered a mild appraisal.
The little maid's guilt-stricken face instantly blossomed into a broad smile. She was so, so happy.
Then a hand settled on her back.
It rested lightly against her thin back, making her stiffen in puzzlement.
"Don't move. Close your eyes."
The cold voice made her shiver.
She hurriedly closed her eyes.
Imagining herself as a blade of grass, she dared not move a muscle.
Her little lips were pressed together, and the lashes over her almond-shaped eyes trembled slightly.
She was clearly a little afraid.
She could not help it. She remembered the conversation between the Princess Consort and the Demon Venerable that she had overheard beneath the bed.
Back then...
The Demon Venerable had said exactly this to the Princess Consort, and then the Princess Consort had been bullied.
Was the Demon Venerable going to bully her in a moment, too?
The Demon Venerable...
Seemed to really enjoy bullying people.
Could it be...
That this was the Demon Venerable's hobby?
She absolutely could not refuse!
Otherwise, she would anger the Demon Venerable.
*Besides, if the