Her flowing black tresses came loose.
Like a blue lotus bursting into bloom.
Dawn arrived at the Wutong Courtyard.
Fang Yang had long since left.
The Princess Consort needed Ling'er to help her up.
Her face was deathly pale, and she looked utterly frail.
Beside her, Ling'er was on the verge of tears.
Still, she brought over the fine wild ginseng porridge on the table and personally fed her mistress with a white porcelain spoon.
Yesterday, the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King had wanted to fling the entire bowl away at the sight of the porridge.
Today, however, she looked much calmer.
She simply picked up the porridge as though nothing were amiss and ate it mouthful by mouthful.
Perhaps repeated failures had numbed her; she did not even dwell on last night's latest failed assassination attempt.
She remained in a daze throughout.
Only after a long while did she finally come to her senses.
Looking at the wild ginseng porridge before her and thinking of Fang Yang, who had long since left, she actually felt as though that bastard had dumped her, leaving her with nothing but a paltry whore's fee.
"Demon, one day I'll kill you."
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Chapter 19: Hanging Up the No-Battle Sign
Life as the Demon Venerable was always so dull and tedious.
The third day. Cultivation. Night.
The Wutong Courtyard.
Seeing the Princess Consort's deathly pale face after she had spent the entire day in bed, the little maid was filled with worry.
"Princess Consort, can we please stop provoking that demon?"
"No. I must persevere. That demon has tasted the marrow and developed a craving. I've already made him lower his guard. How could I give up halfway?"
"But your health..."
"It's fine. He's merely a demon."
A knock sounded at the door.
The little maid crawled under the bed, and the Princess Consort staggered out.
The door opened.
Their eyes met, and they smiled at each other.
"You're here?"
"Mm."
"Come in?"
"Sure."
"Lights out?"
"All right!"
Their silhouettes overlapped.
Fang Yang swallowed a bottle of pills, and the Princess Consort clutched her hairpin.
Their movements remained familiar, perfectly in sync.
He came at midnight and left at dawn!
Fang Yang left three bowls of wild ginseng porridge. The Princess Consort scoffed...
And demanded six.
The fourth day. Cultivation. Night.
"Princess Consort, you really can't keep doing this. You're far too pale."
"It's fine. I can hold on. Today, I studied the fourth page painstakingly and committed it all to memory. That demon is certain to die tonight."
A knock sounded at the door.
The little maid crawled under the bed, and the Princess Consort emerged, leaning against the wall.
The door opened.
Their eyes met, both faces pale as paper.
"Here?"
"Mm."
"In?"
"Mm."
"Lights."
"Mm."
Their silhouettes overlapped.
Fang Yang swallowed two bottles of pills, and the Princess Consort clutched her hairpin.
There was no opportunity to assassinate him.
Movements: practiced.
He came at midnight and left at dawn!
Fang Yang left six bowls of wild ginseng porridge.
The fifth day. Cultivation. Night.
"Princess Consort, I'm begging you. That demon is far too ruthless. You really must stop ruining yourself."
"N-no... matter. I can hold on a while longer. Perhaps today will be the day that demon dies."
A knock sounded at the door.
The little maid crawled under the bed, and the Princess Consort emerged with a walking stick in hand.
The door opened.
Their eyes met, both gazes vacant.
"Lights?"
"Mm."
Their silhouettes overlapped.
Fang Yang swallowed three bottles of pills, and the Princess Consort clutched her hairpin.
There was still no opportunity to assassinate him.
Movements: practiced.
He came at midnight and left at dawn!
Fang Yang left six bowls of wild ginseng porridge, adding jujubes at the Princess Consort's request.
The sixth day. Cultivation. Night.
"Princess Consort, are you going to continue tonight?"
"I... suppose so. That demon deserves to die. I'll... I'll hold on a while longer."
A knock sounded at the door.
The little maid crawled under the bed, and the Princess Consort emerged with a walking stick in hand.
The door opened.
Their eyes met, both their legs trembling.
"..."
Without another word, they walked into the room in silent understanding.
Their silhouettes overlapped.
Fang Yang swallowed four bottles of pills, and the Princess Consort clutched her hairpin.
There was still no opportunity to assassinate him.
Movements: practiced.
He came at midnight and left at dawn!
Fang Yang left wild ginseng porridge. Displeased, the Princess Consort had it replaced with bird's nest soup.
The seventh day. Cultivation. Night.
"..."
Looking at the silent little maid, the Princess Consort could not help asking.
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