Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Princess of Zhennan (Please Favorite and Recommend)_1
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At this moment, outside the artificial hill where the secret chamber was located.
A voluptuous woman with a complexion as smooth and lustrous as pearls and jade leaned against the railing, gazing into the distance.
The strong wind was fierce, lifting her luxurious and intricate long dress.
The graceful figure was intermittently visible.
Revealing a face so perfect it was flawless.
Her skin was as clear as ice and jade, and her hair, pinned up as if to adorn her fragrant cheeks with snow.
She did not bear the common air of courtesans, nor did she possess the immaturity of a girl at the dawn of womanhood.
Instead, she exuded the dignity of someone who had long held a position of power.
And the desolation of one trapped in a hopeless situation.
She was none other than the wife of the Prince of Zhennan from the Tang country, the Princess of Zhennan.
Ranked first on the Tang country's beauty list!
Unmatched in elegance.
And now with the Prince of Zhennan dead, she had become a widow.
This fact alone caused many heroes to bow down before her.
She was supposed to live a safe and stable life in the Prince of Zhennan's mansion.
However, three years ago, while visiting a temple to pray for blessings.
She was abducted by the Demon Lord to the mountain.
And became a canary he kept captive.
"Meow..."
A soft meow sounded like a baby's cry, startling the Princess of Zhennan.
It sent a shiver through her soul.
She lowered her head.
And met a pair of glassy, emerald-green eyes.
This was a lioness cat, pure white in color.
Without a single strand of stray fur.
She was one her maids had bought while she was still at the Prince of Zhennan's mansion.
And she had been captured along with her to the Blood Rain Pavilion.
It had been three years now.
Over these three years, the lioness cat had often been in heat.
Mewing day in and day out.
Alas, there were no male cats on the mountain.
So it could only guard its boudoir in vain, its eyes carrying a mournful longing.
"If the cat feels this way, what about a person?"
The Princess of Zhennan sighed deeply, biting her lip tightly.
Unnoticed, her legs had become entangled.
Three years ago, when she was brought to the mountain by that demon.
She had already despaired, thinking she would forever plummet into hell.
After all, that Demon Lord had an infamous reputation, known for his lechery.
She was certain he would humiliate her in every possible way.
She had even prepared a three-foot-long white silk cloth to take her own life.
But unexpectedly... upon arriving at the Devil Cult Headquarters.
She was locked away in a palace.
Made a canary, not allowed to step half a foot outside the palace.
Even forbidden from contacting outsiders.
For three years, the Demon Lord had not touched a single one of her fingers.
The looks he gave her were full of disgust, as if she were a fly.
She observed in secret.
It wasn't just her—his gaze upon all women seemed to be the same.
At that time, she felt that such a look was very familiar.
It was later that she learned of a top-secret piece of news.
It turned out that Fang Yang, known as the Color Emperor outside, was like the Prince of Zhennan in that he despised women and was impotent.
However, while the Prince of Zhennan had homosexual preferences, the Demon Lord had been psychologically scarred since childhood.
Despite his status, able to collect all sorts of magical elixirs from the world, his condition remained incurable.
His persistent impotence had gradually twisted his psyche.
Feeling extremely insecure, yet filled with extreme hatred for women.
Amidst the hatred, there was also a peculiar yearning.
The Princess was aware that the Demon Lord wrote in his journal every day.
Everything else in the journal was highly credible, but once it involved male-female relationships.
It would shift into a time of fantasy, wildly fabricating tales.
He fantasied about having relations with numerous women.
She had accidentally seen some of these journals.
The detailed yet ludicrous salacious descriptions.
Turned her beautiful face red with embarrassment and anger.
She wished to tear the journals to shreds.
To keep his secret of impotence concealed.
The Demon Lord would abduct a woman from the Jianghu every few months.
Bringing her back to the Blood Rain Pavilion. Not long after, the woman would mysteriously disappear without a trace.
He hadn't touched her precisely because she had a secret that was of some use to him.
However, she still had no desire to remain a canary.
She had been desperately waiting for an opportunity.
And now, at last, she had found one.
This time, the Demon Lord had unexpectedly entered a month-long closed-door meditation.
Many within the sect whispered that things bode ill rather than well for him.
Therefore, she took the risk of angering the Demon Lord to come here.
With a flick of her wrist.
An emerald-inlaid hairpin slid out from her sleeve.
Sharp and cold.
Clutching the hairpin tightly, the Princess's eyes revealed a look of resolve.
Three years of captivity.
Today was the day it would end.
She did not resent the Demon Lord for abducting her; after all, her marriage to the prince was only for show.
And it was devoid of affection.
She was merely a vase, a puppet in the Prince of Zhennan's mansion.
But she resented the Demon Lord for making her the laughingstock of the entire world, and more so, for the three years of captivity that reduced her to a walking corpse, aimlessly drifting.
By now, she had no more attachments to this world.
She only wished to perish alongside the Demon Lord.
Regardless of whether or not he had succumbed to madness.
It was time for her final gamble.
First, feign submission.
Feigning gentleness, she could even pretend to have fallen in love with him.
When he let his guard down,
a hairpin would stab into the throat of the demon.
After all, the Demon Lord loathed women so much, he would definitely not take advantage of her.
It was simply a perfect plan.
With this foolproof strategy in mind, the princess nodded in satisfaction.
...
Fang Yang emerged from the secret cave behind the rockery, still recalling the slap he had just received.
Although his former self had succumbed to demonic possession, losing power haphazardly,
his body had long been tempered to the extreme, and dealing with a servant was still as easy as flipping his hand.
However... he hadn't completely immersed himself in the Demon Lord's psyche just now.
Lacking the other's ruthlessness!
If it weren't for the fact that the person had muttered something that he overheard,
it would have left a hidden danger.
Outside the secret chamber, light spread far and wide, the sky bright and beautiful.
Fang Yang's mood improved slightly as he looked forward.
He just happened to see a slender, graceful figure leaning against the railing.
She wore an extravagant gown, her three thousand strands of black hair like satin, naturally cascading down.
Elegant and stunning, she took one's breath away.
He found himself unable to look away.
Based on her attire and appearance,
Fang Yang instantly recognized this woman as the Southern Princess recorded in the diary, Han Lingxuan.
Even though he had already speculated about this legendary foremost beauty of the Tang Dynasty,
the first sight of her still left him dazed for a moment.
Timed perfectly, a voice-over sounded in his ear.
["Damn, she's beautiful! The very first step you take out of the chamber, you're stunned by the beauty before you. A demon's heart stirs within, thinking why should that Demon Lord play the villain when I can't? Your heart flares with heat, and seeing that there's no one around, the pavilion's scenery is charming, perfect for leaning against the railing..."]
"..."
Fang Yang was filled with black lines.
He immediately blocked out the tasteless voice-over.
Recalling the details of the Demon Lord's past dealings with the Southern Princess from the diary,
he took a deep breath.
His expression darkened.
His handsome face bore a smile that was as charming and wild as a domineering CEO's.
With a slight tap of his foot,
his terrifying physical quality enabled him to leap into the air,
and he landed just a foot away from her.
A delicate fragrance wafted to him, refreshing to the heart.
The smile on his face grew even brighter.
The Demon Lord was right before his eyes.
As an ordinary person, Han Lingxuan naturally couldn't detect Fang Yang's aura,
nor did she know whether Fang Yang had become weaker at the moment.
But she couldn't care less about that now.
There was no turning back after launching the arrow!
At that moment, she bit her red lips lightly,
her smile blossoming like flowers,
suppressing her fear and disgust,
she spoke softly, "Demon Lord, you have finally come out of seclusion, I don't have to worry like before anymore."
She gracefully stepped forward.
Having been a dignified princess before, she had no experience in seduction,
so her smile and movements were somewhat stiff.
But her beauty was enough to make up for everything.
"This affair between the Southern Princess and the Demon Lord is confirmed, otherwise, why would someone who was kidnapped be so intimate with the Demon Lord? It couldn't be Stockholm syndrome, could it?"
"However, my acting was too successful, the woman by his side didn't notice anything amiss, truly believing I was the original Demon Lord, proceeding with her plan as anticipated."
Fang Yang mused internally, his heart exhilarated.
His face also sported a softer smile.
Seeing this smile, the princess was likewise shaken inside.
"My acting was too successful! How could the Demon Lord, cunning and wicked as he is, not notice anything unusual? He truly believes I've become infatuated with him, proceeding with the plan as intended."
Both harboring their own schemes,
they drew closer and closer...
The princess clutched the hairpin tightly, her cheeks flushing with excitement, her entire body trembling!
The plan... was becoming more and more perfect.
The Demon Lord was unaware that she knew his secret inability to engage in common humanity.
With her showing such deep affection, he would definitely become complacent.
But at the moment they were truly about to touch, the Demon Lord's extreme aversion to women would surely flare up,
pushing her to the side.
He would become complacent.
That would be her best opportunity.
Everything was going according to Han Lingxuan's plan.
The Demon Lord, in order to hide his secret impotence, was pretending,
even a lascivious smile in his eyes.
His breathing had become hurried.
It seemed he was truly struggling to maintain control.
Heh heh...
Quite convincing.
He must already be disgusted to death inside, right?
She aimed to disgust the Demon Lord.
The princess sneered inwardly,
twisting her waist and continuing forward.
She was about to step into his embrace,
"Demon Lord, it's time to push me away with your hand, isn't it?"
She held the hairpin, sneering continuously.
Feeling everything was going according to plan,
counting every step.
Finally, under her eager gaze,
the Demon Lord raised his large hand!
He suddenly wrapped his arms around her slender waist,
and gave the enchanting curve a smack.
A crisp sound ensued.
Then, he lowered his head for a deep kiss.
The princess stiffened, her legs going weak.
She was completely flustered!
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone