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

In the tranquility of Ganlu Palace, a hush had fallen, the atmosphere so oppressively solemn.


Hearing what Prime Minister Zhang Jushan had just said, the Empress shot up from Fang Yang's side, not even sparing a moment to tend to her injuries.


Her gaze sharp, a few shades of shock shone through her phoenix eyes as she suddenly looked outside the grand hall.


"Is what the Prime Minister just said true? Did your son pass away tonight?"


After a moment of silence, in the darkness, Zhang Jushan nodded, his voice so indifferent, as if devoid of any emotion, still bearing the demeanor of an iron-blooded Prime Minister. Yet, the tremor in his voice was enough to prove the immense grief in his heart.


And it was a grief that couldn't be erased or hidden.


Zhang Jushan had his son late in life, his only child. Though he was usually particularly calm and strict,


Chapter 245: Binding the Empress!_1