As she spoke, she turned her gaze toward Fang Yang, her eyes brimming with anger. Though she loathed the man to the extreme, the Imperial Preceptor's words rose in her heart.
In the end, she forcibly suppressed her feelings and spoke expressionlessly.
"Demon Venerable, the Imperial Preceptor should have told you that I wished to admire the Maple Forest with you. Yet now, you've come into the Imperial Harem in the dead of night to tumble around with the Empress Dowager. What, do you really intend to become my imperial father and take the throne as retired emperor?"
She narrowed her eyes, her sarcasm unmistakable.
Fang Yang, however, replied with a smile.
"You seem to have misunderstood. No one can stop me from taking a woman I fancy. But I would never favor someone, or fear her, because of her status."
"Otherwise, why would I have taken a liking to you before, Female Emperor, and shared a fleeting romance with you?"
His quiet words rang with weight, echoing through the night.
Fang Yang's gaze was fathomless. As he stood in the darkness, the curtain of night seemed to become his royal robe.
It made him look tall and handsome, his entire being radiating an air of dominance.
He simply looked calmly at the Female Emperor, neither yielding to the other.
The atmosphere was stagnant, swords drawn and bows taut. One was the Female Emperor of the Tang Kingdom, who had ascended the throne young, swiftly quelled the unrest within her borders, and even beaten numerous neighboring kingdoms into the dirt, destined to leave her name in history.
The other possessed the power to sweep through the Eight Desolations and had now become the commander of the entire Demonic Path, holding the world beneath his might.
The two stared at each