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

Dark clouds billowed, and the atmosphere in front of Daming Palace was so oppressive.


The civil and military officials all stood in front of the palace, anxiously looking toward it, deeply concerned for the Empress's wellbeing, fearing for any problem that might befall their sovereign.


Thus, when the Prime Minister's inquiring words were spoken, everyone's gaze shifted in that direction, waiting for the Empress Dowager's response, curious about what exactly had happened.


But just at that moment, they heard a familiar whimper, slightly trembling, slightly hoarse.


It was similar to the Empress's tone, but it wasn't her who had emitted the sound—it seemed to be... the Empress Dowager?


A wave of confusion swept over the crowd, their faces filled with bafflement, completely unsure of what was happening, even suspecting they were hallucinating.


The Empress Dowager had started whimpering as soon as she entered Daming Palace.


Chapter 272: Begging the Original!_1