The Princess Consort had, in fact, long been waiting eagerly, and had also heard the sounds in the courtyard.
After learning that this fiend was healing Ling'er,
the anger in her heart immediately subsided considerably.
For some reason, she began biting her lip.
This fiend...
He really doesn't seem as bad as Ling'er said.
Besides, he only imprisoned me for three years and never did anything excessive.
Perhaps... I should stop trying to assassinate him?
The instant this thought arose, she flung it straight out of her mind.
No! Absolutely not!
If I don't assassinate him, wouldn't that mean I let him defile me for nothing?
Wouldn't that be practically giving myself away for free?
Besides, life in the Demon Cult is too uneventful. Assassination is what keeps me going.
If I stop trying to assassinate him...
Wouldn't that take some of the spice out of serving this fiend?
Pah, pah, pah!
At this thought, Han Lingxuan flushed scarlet, her legs inexplicably twisting together.
She wanted to spread a bedsheet by the window.
She suddenly recalled a saying.
When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
While I'm seducing this fiend, could he be seducing me too?
For a moment, she bit her lip hard, her gaze somewhat complicated.
By then, Fang Yang had already pushed the door open and entered.
She felt as though she had been caught red-handed secretly studying the Spring Passion Pavilion's booklet.
Her heart was in utter turmoil.
Her phoenix eyes flickered uncertainly, and she did not know what to do.
Finally, she hurriedly grabbed the cup of water on the table and said in a fluster,
"Demon Venerable, you must be thirsty in this heat. Have my water."
"..."
The two fell silent for a moment.
Fang Yang nodded and