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

Ye Qinghong looked at the mess of things on the ground, her lips pressed tightly together.


At this moment, it seemed that any explanation would be useless, so she simply stopped trying to explain, and calmly collected all the items.


Especially the porcelain bottle, she handled it with utmost care and caution, after all, it was something she had requested from her fourth junior sister at the Chunqing Hall.


It was very precious, and she had paid a hefty price for it.


"Master, someone else placed it here," she said calmly, and without further ado, she began to apply her makeup. Only her tightly pursed lips betrayed the intense nervousness she felt inside.


Fang Yang looked on at this scene with a full head of black lines and twitching corners of his mouth, not knowing what to say.


Chapter 233: Ye Qinghong's Bridal Chamber Plan, The Empress Dowager's Illness!_2