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

As she spoke, she fiercely swayed her dragon robe.


Behind her, an imposing phantom appeared, wearing an imperial crown with four golden lotus leaves above her head slowly blooming.


It was evident that she was at the pinnacle of the Four-Leaf Physique, soon to reach the Five-Leaf Physique.


A woman full-figured and slightly flushed in the cheeks, oozing indescribable nobility, flung the imperial edict in her hands to the ground, eyes brimming with fury.


Her bosom heaved tumultuously, like majestic waves crashing upon lush peaks.


"I am the Empress Dowager, and although it was tolerable for that woman not to pay respects usually, she even imprisoned me in the cold palace, and even that would have been bearable. But to actually prevent me from seeking men, how outrageous!"


"The hardest to keep in the world is the rosy face that will leave the mirror, and the blossoms that will leave the trees."


Chapter 207: Empress Dowager: No One Can Stop Me from Finding a Man_2