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

Fang Yang looked at the portrait on the ground and then at the words "adulterous scoundrels" on the portrait.


He was filled with a multitude of emotions.


It was beyond his imagination that the dignified and delicate princess consort.


Would actually enjoy this kind of play, truly judging a book by its cover.


At this moment, the princess consort's face instantly turned red.


Her exquisite features seemed to be dyed with a layer of blood, exquisitely tantalizing.


Right now, her eyes were wide with shock, her mind a blank, it took a long while before she could come back to her senses.


When she did, she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.


Without any hesitation, she quickly rolled up the portrait.


"Who... who did this? Who put this painting in my house? This is slander! Insult!"


Chapter 83: Huang Fuling in Imperial Attire_1