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

The candle flame continued to burn, emitting a faint fragrance, originally intended to purify the mind and restore tranquility.


But at this moment, the Empress was absolutely unable to calm down, instead displaying a look of panic intermingled with terror.


This was extremely rare for her, even completely unbelievable.


Even if one looked across the Tang Dynasty, across the court, there probably weren't many who would believe that the Empress could exhibit such an expression.


There was no helping it, at this moment the Empress was rather humiliated; she felt that wearing her clothes, she was even less dignified than not wearing them at all.


After all, at that time, she knew she was healing her wounds, even if the methods of this Demon Lord were preposterous and laughable, but at least there was such an excuse, no need to think about those messy things.


Chapter 246: The Empress's Downfall_1