And most importantly, the instant she saw that familiar bed and those familiar curtains, the Bewitching Art within her activated on its own. Her eyes turned silken with allure, and the legs beneath her court gown wanted to strangle.
"Y-you... what are you trying to do?"
"What do you think?"
Meeting the Princess Consort's uneasy gaze, Fang Yang's lips curled slightly, a hint of amusement appearing in his deep, cold eyes.
Then, with a sweep of his hand, he pulled the Princess Consort straight into his arms.
His black robes fluttered, keeping out the surrounding wind and snow.
His Formless Demon Body activated on its own as well.
It sent his blood surging and his heart churning as he gazed deeply at the woman ranked first on the Tang Kingdom's Rouge Ranking.
For some reason, he felt an inexplicable attraction, one unlike anything he had ever experienced.
So fierce, so swift.
He could not suppress it at all. Even his eyes reddened, and his head ached as his veins bulged.
And Han Lingxuan...
Was also growing a little frightened.
Held in Fang Yang's arms, she felt a scorching aura almost envelop her.
Had she not come all this way precisely to... torment this demon thoroughly and show him the fruits of her cultivation?
Should she... keep enduring?
Her heart was a tangled skein, her thoughts a thousand strands, her mind already a pot of porridge. Just as she was at a loss about what to do,
She heard Fang Yang speak beside her ear.
"Are you refusing to admit it because you've forgotten these things, Princess Consort? Perfect. I've recreated the scene so you can refresh your memory properly. I'll also do some grinding and see just what's going on..."
"Princess Consort, come help me cultivate!"
As he spoke...
Fang