Under the hazy moonlight, her beauty was breathtaking.
Even though Huang Fuling had plenty against this woman, she had to admit that the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King deserved her place at the top of the Tang Kingdom's Rouge Ranking.
Whether in looks or figure, she stood a cut above ordinary women.
Especially those proportions...
Even Huang Fuling, who cultivated seductive arts, could hardly compare.
No wonder she was so renowned in the Tang Kingdom. No wonder the Demon Venerable was so infatuated with her.
The Demon Venerable!
At the thought of that title, Huang Fuling shuddered again and bit her lip, as though she had made up her mind.
She darted through the air to the shore where the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King was bathing. The Princess Consort's clothes lay on the grass.
Huang Fuling hesitated for a while, conflict flickering in her eyes, before walking over and gently picking up the clothes.
The instant she picked them up, she realized how little fabric the Princess Consort's clothes used.
And they could outline her figure to perfection.
They made her look even more like a seductress than Huang Fuling's own clothes did.
As expected, a bitch putting on an act of propriety!
She spat the thought inwardly.
She hurriedly searched through them and soon found a strand of hair on the woman's intimate garments.
This strand clearly did not belong to a woman.
It could only belong to the Demon Venerable.
Finding the Demon Venerable's hair on the woman's intimate garments proved that, just as everyone in the Demon Cult said, the two of them...
Were intimately involved!
One could even call it...
Shameless debauchery!
Imagining that handsome, untamed figure holding another woman in his arms...
Huang Fuling burned with jealousy.
Her eyes almost spat fire.
They brimmed with boundless envy.
Why this woman? Why her?
I cultivate seductive arts! Am I really worse at pleasing a man than some Princess Consort?
She thought of how she had bathed every night lately, with only the little trinkets from Spring Passion Hall to relieve her boredom.
Yet this woman had the Demon Venerable all to herself.
She was nearly mad with fury.
Almost completely unhinged, she had only one thought left.
I joined the Demon Cult first. I met the Demon Venerable first. Why should this woman come later and overtake me?
No! This isn't fair!
She would never hand the Demon Venerable over to someone else. At the very least, she had to have him once.
Even if she ended up like the women the Demon Venerable had abducted before, mysteriously disappearing after only a short time.
To her, it would still be worth it.
Huang Fuling had gone completely mad. With nothing but resolve in her eyes, she bit her lip and flew off into the distance without the slightest hesitation.
So what if she's the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King?
What's there to fear?
When it comes to seducing men, could she really be better than me?
She would use every trick in her arsenal to leave the Demon Venerable utterly bewitched.
But before that, she had to wash and dress herself up properly. At the very least, she could not lose to the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King.
Otherwise, it would all be for nothing.
Huang Fuling moved swiftly.
Before long, she returned to her own courtyard in the Demon Cult.
The courtyard was small, lodging her and Yuan Heng.
Although the two of them posed as husband and wife to outsiders...
They were actually undercover spies who had infiltrated the Demon Cult!
Even though she knew Yuan Heng loved her and had pursued her painstakingly all these years...
She had never felt the slightest stirring of affection, and her attitude remained cold.
There was no other reason...
Except that he was... ugly!
The little courtyard had two rooms in total, one for her and one for Yuan Heng.
At that moment, Yuan Heng was waiting in the courtyard.
When he saw her return...
He hurried over to greet her, his face full of warmth.
"Fuling, you're back? I just made you some excellent congee. Would you like to try it?"
"No need!"
Expressionless, Huang Fuling cut him off and slammed her door shut with a bang, leaving him outside.
As darkness wreathed the courtyard, Yuan Heng stared at the tightly shut door, his fists clenched and his eyes filled with hatred.
Meanwhile, Huang Fuling began washing and dressing herself up inside.
The finest rouge, face powder worth a fortune.
Clothes specially purchased for the purpose, far more suited to the task than the Princess Consort's.
Before long, she had finished dressing.
Now she glowed with alluring beauty, bewitching and enchanting.
Every movement exuded seductive charm, enough to draw the gaze of any man.
The moment she opened the door...
Yuan Heng's eyes lit up.
He gazed at his wife in a trance, his breathing growing much faster.
The reason he liked Huang Fuling was that she was beautiful, more enticing than any woman he had ever bedded.
So enticing that he could barely restrain himself.
But when he saw Huang Fuling this time, he found her more alluring than he had ever seen her before.
His love for her grew stronger still.
"How do I look? Am I pretty?"
Huang Fuling asked Yuan Heng with a hint of nervousness.
Yuan Heng froze, then was overwhelmed with joy.
What does this mean?
A woman adorns herself for the man who cherishes her.
Could Huang Fuling have dressed up like this for me?
Sure enough, perseverance rewards the devoted.
After pursuing her so desperately for so long, I've finally moved her heart.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, his emotions surging until even his voice trembled.
"Y-yes... beautiful."
"As long as I look beautiful. If even you think so, the Demon Venerable is sure to like me tonight."
Huang Fuling murmured to herself, her eyes full of infatuation.
Chapter 38: She Must Feel Sorry for Me
Boom!
A bolt of lightning seemed to strike Yuan Heng squarely on the head.
He froze, his mind going blank.
For a moment, he could not even comprehend what had happened.
The D-Demon Venerable?
It's already so late, and my wife in name has dressed up so seductively just to meet that demon?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
He kept shaking his head.
Meanwhile, having received a satisfactory answer, Huang Fuling could not be bothered with him and darted straight toward the gate.
Only then did Yuan Heng come to his senses. Without the slightest hesitation, he hurried to block her path.
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