"Cough, cough, it's commonly known as selling your ass."
"Tsk, Aunt Hong, why are you meddling in other people's business?"
Xiao Qingmiao seemed completely indifferent, shaking her abundant chest and buttoning up her nightgown, "The Demon Emperor and I have always been separate entities, living our own lives. Over these centuries, we've each adhered to that 'contract', peacefully coexisting, isn't that nice?"
"True enough."
The old palace maid nodded and sighed, "The iron-blooded style of the Devils Ancestor, now passed down to the current Demon Emperor, how did it end up being genderless...sigh."
"Hahahaha, Aunt Hong, you're just not keeping up with the times."
Like a young girl, Xiao Qingmiao laughed cheerfully, "Who knows, perhaps love between men is the true great love!"
"This..."