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

Chang'an, the Imperial Palace, within Ganlu Palace!


The Empress's face was flushed red, burning hot, as if blood could drip down at any moment.


With every step she took, she could feel the bells on her body seemed to sway slightly, about to tinkle.


Yet in the end, she forced herself to endure it, trying to stay calm, straightening out her creased imperial robe, preventing those red threads and her robe from being exposed.


Afterward, she stepped out of Ganlu Palace.


Outside the palace, the head of the guards had been waiting and hurriedly bowed his head upon seeing the Empress emerge.


His face was filled with utmost respect, his eyes looking at the Empress as if she was a deity.


There was no help for it—in their eyes, the Empress was akin to a deity, her Cultivation Technique and her domineering personality were enough to rule the world and command awe from all living beings.


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