There were two kinds of death in this world: the death of the flesh and the death of the soul. Right now, she felt that her soul was utterly gone.
She had buried it with her own hands.
What exactly had she been saying just now?
Charm Art? Catering to that fiend?
Making that fiend hers alone?
Every word had dragged her own reputation through the mud.
And most importantly, those might very well have been her true thoughts.
She was cultivating not to assassinate that fiend, but to keep offering herself up for free and give him a better experience?
This... this was utterly shameless!
How could she say such things? How could she think that way?
Han Lingxuan gritted her teeth so hard that she nearly ground her pearly teeth to dust.
But soon, she shook her head frantically.
No! That definitely wasn't it!
That fiend had merely bewitched me with some strange method just now.
None of those thoughts belonged to me. That fiend had planted them in my head.
I still hate him to the marrow of my bones. I still want to assassinate him every waking moment.
That's right! That's exactly it!
With that firm conviction, Han Lingxuan finally escaped her shame and indignation.
"Damn that fiend! How despicable and shameless! How dare he toy with me like that?"
"So what if it's the Charm Art? I, the Princess Consort, can still become a peerless master. Sooner or later, I'll surpass you."
"Besides, once I cultivate it, I can make your love take ever deeper root, make you ever more infatuated with my beauty, and get you to lower your guard."
"Together with my peerless cultivation technique, my chances of a successful assassination will soar. It couldn't be more certain-two birds with one arrow."
Han