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

A ray of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, cascading down from the heavens and landing directly on the ground.


The Empress Dowager stood in front of the Daming Palace, gazing into the distance.


She saw the civil and military officials in front of the palace and the tightly shut doors of the Daming Palace.


A group of guards stood watch before the palace, clad in armor, their faces fraught with solemnity.


Even the weapons in their hands seemed stained with blood.


Everything was so dignified and forbidding.


Clearly, these guards were all protecting the Empress, fearing that any attempt on her life due to her severe injuries could cause the whole Tang country to crumble into chaos.


The Empress Dowager watched all this with a cold eye, a scornful smile playing on her stunning yet regal face.


Chapter 270: Empress Dowager, Empress Both Prostrate on the Dragon Chair? (Part 2)_1