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

At that moment, the Empress Dowager gave a charming smile as she simply watched the young girl, speaking softly.


"Don't be in such a hurry, my dear, I haven't sent you home yet. Besides, if you're lost, your family must be lost too. Don't worry, I'll find each and every one of them and send them all back, otherwise, wouldn't you be utterly disappointed?"


Her every word seemed increasingly warm and enchanting. The Empress Dowager slightly tightened her grip, and with that simple squeeze—


An agonized scream echoed through the air.


The lantern in the young girl's hand flickered before vanishing entirely, and she herself turned into a wisp of green smoke.


Slowly inhaled by the Empress Dowager's lightly parted scarlet lips, never to exist again.


The night was as dense as ever, shrouding the entire palace like a mist.


The Empress Dowager draped herself in a thin gauze and let out a deep sigh, her face still bearing an expression of helpless resignation.


Chapter 231: Empress Jealousy Seizes the Demon Lord?_2