Lady Qiao in Spring

Fang Yang transmigrated to become the leader of a demonic cult, with his powers completely dissipated and his memory lost. All he inherited was a stack of diaries left by the previous demon lord. He discovered that the demon lord was a philanderer, with ex-lovers and admirers everywhere, each of whom harbored deep-seated hatred for him.
In order to survive, he had no choice but to follow the diaries and pretend to be the demon lord, navigating relationships with numerous peerless beauties, trying to dispel their hatred.
"Your Highness, the moon is exceptionally beautiful tonight, why don't we go out to enjoy it together?"
The Princess of Zhen Nan: "?"
"Empress, please be reserved. For the sake of the people of the world, let us part ways here."
The Empress: "??"
"My disciple, give up. It's impossible between us."
Female disciple: "???"
...
From then on, Fang Yang racked his brains and put on a full performance. He maneuvered among many women, striving to keep himself from being raped or killed by them.
As the old saying goes, one woman is equivalent to five hundred crows.
What about ten or twenty?
Fang Yang, covering his ears that were nearly deafened by the noise, looked at the sensual and stunning beauties before him.
He wanted to cry but had no tears...

My Female Disciples All Have Sinister Intentions

Inside the Parasol Tree Courtyard, the noble lady sat there in a daze.


She appeared somewhat flustered, bewildered, at a loss.


Ling'er watched this scene, sighed softly, and knew that her lady had been slightly moved.


After hesitating for a long time, she said with eyes full of pity.


"My lady, we actually have a good life here in the Parasol Tree Courtyard. Besides, being in the Prince of Nan's residence, we were ostracized, and my lady shed tears every day."


"These three years, although our lives have been a bit impoverished, having Ling'er by your side has truly brought me joy."


"After all, the Demon Lord has never tortured us. Why don't we stop opposing him and pretend that what happened in the past never occurred, alright?"


The noble lady's eyes brightened, her pupils radiating splendid light.


Replaced by endless bitterness, solitude.


Chapter 34: Striking with a Vicious Claw_1