Chapter 1319: The Demon Empress's Bedchamber

The graceful figure was that of a beautiful young woman. She wore a silk dress that appeared so smooth, soft, and supple, one couldn't help but want to touch it. A magnificent and dazzling belt was tied around her waist, further accentuating its slenderness and the graceful curves of her chest.

Perhaps to convey an air of authority, the young woman had styled her hair in a more mature way. However, her oval face, illuminated by the palace lights, was as white as snow. Her eyes, beneath delicate eyebrows, were captivating and soft, and her rosy lips seemed to shimmer with an alluring luster. Her flawless face appeared even more radiant and striking, making it difficult to associate her with any sense of gravitas or sternness.

Although her tone was somewhat cold, her voice possessed a naturally enchanting and captivating quality that truly made one's heart race.

Although Zu'an had never seen her before, her voice sounded familiar. He immediately realized, "The Little Demon Empress?" Earlier, at the city gates, he had caught a fleeting glimpse of her, seeing only her silhouette through the carriage curtains. But her captivating voice had left a profound impression on him.

The woman did not respond to him. Instead, she walked leisurely towards a rockery nearby. Zu'an hesitated for a moment. However, hearing the shouts and hurried footsteps of the Golden Crow Guards nearby, along with the approaching divine sense of the Demon Emperor, he knew that if he relied on himself, he would soon be surrounded. So, he gritted his teeth and followed her.

Following the woman, he went around the rockery. He watched as she turned a small stone in a hidden spot, and soon a door appeared within the rockery. The woman entered first, then beckoned to him, "Come in!"

Looking at the dark opening, Zu'an no longer hesitated and went straight inside. If he stayed outside, he would immediately be discovered by the Demon Emperor. He had, after all, blasted off the lower body of the Emperor's openly declared heir. If he fell into the Emperor's hands, he would undoubtedly face certain death. Although he couldn't grasp the Little Demon Empress's intentions, if she had set a trap, it would surely be easier to deal with than the Demon Emperor.

After he entered, the Little Demon Empress immediately closed the door. Almost at the same moment, a cold divine sense swept over the rockery's location.

Zu'an was somewhat worried: "Can this tunnel evade the Demon Emperor's scan?"

The Little Demon Empress produced a luminous pearl from her hand and led the way. Under its faint glow, the skin on her fair wrist was even more dazzling than the pearl itself. "This secret passage is specially designed to block the divine sense scans of powerful cultivators," she said.

"But can it even block the Demon Emperor's divine sense?" Zu'an naturally knew that many secret passages in noble households had similar designs. Since they were called secret passages, they were clearly meant for escape in times of crisis. If they could be detected with a single divine scan, how could they be called secret? However, while ordinary experts might not detect it, Earth Immortals were on a level difficult for common people to comprehend. How could they also fail to detect it?

The Little Demon Empress replied, "Because he hasn't fully awakened; that was merely a wisp of his divine sense."

"Not fully awakened? Has he been in slumber all this time?" Zu'an was greatly surprised, catching the implication in her words.

This time, the Little Demon Empress did not answer him. She simply led the way quietly. Following behind her and watching her rhythmic swaying waist, Zu'an felt a moment of daze. For some reason, the image of a cola bottle from his previous life popped into his mind. "Ah, how nostalgic," he thought.

The Little Demon Empress felt his burning gaze, but misunderstood his thoughts. She chuckled alluringly, "Indeed, you're brazenly lustful. No wonder you dare to snatch even the Crown Prince's woman."

Fury points from the Little Demon Empress: +114, +114, +114...

Seeing a string of fury points in the backend, Zu'an was momentarily stunned. This woman was smiling on the surface but angry inside; she seemed to be a "smiling tiger." He would have to be wary of her in the future. He didn't bother to specifically explain the misunderstanding. He simply said, "Little Demon Empress, you're mistaken. She's not the Crown Prince's woman; she's mine."

At this moment, Qiao Xueying was already affected by the aphrodisiac. Her only remaining bit of clarity was to hold onto Zu'an tightly, refusing to let anyone separate them. At the same time, her body involuntarily writhed, rubbing against him, as if only by doing so could she find a shred of comfort.

The Little Demon Empress snorted, "She's in this state now; you can say whatever you want."

Zu'an said seriously, "Snow and I met years ago among the human race. We've been through life and death together, and only then did we fall in love. If that weren't the case, there are plenty of beautiful women in the world, so why would I risk so much to enter the Demon Imperial Palace to save her?"

The Little Demon Empress was startled. Given his appearance and cultivation, he would certainly not lack for women. Coming to snatch Princess Snow from the Crown Prince was clearly an extremely dangerous endeavor, and definitely not driven by lust at first sight.

"Mutual love..." The Little Demon Empress murmured these words, then let out a soft sigh, her expression particularly forlorn. However, her impression of Zu'an improved significantly. "No wonder Princess Snow never wanted to be the Crown Princess," she said. "It turns out it was because of you."

Zu'an looked at the girl in his arms with tenderness. To refuse to be the Crown Princess, she had clearly endured immense pressure during this time. Silly girl, he thought, why didn't you hide among the human race like Kong Nanwu? You're much more familiar with humans than she is.

As they spoke, the Little Demon Empress pushed open a door ahead, and light streamed in from outside. Zu'an followed her out and found himself in a spacious palace chamber. Its interior was exquisitely arranged, with translucent drapes billowing everywhere in the breeze. A sweet, non-cloying fragrance filled the air, and the entire room was imbued with an enchanting atmosphere.

"What is this place?" Zu'an glanced around discreetly, noting no one else was present.

"My bedchamber." The Little Demon Empress casually sat on a soft couch, her feet together and placed to the side on the couch. She rested her chin in her hand, scrutinizing Zu'an up and down, as if immensely curious.

"Your bedchamber?" Zu'an was startled, and his expression turned strange.

The Little Demon Empress chuckled charmingly, "You really do have an impure mind. Did you actually think I invited you to my bedchamber because I fancy you and want to engage in carnal pleasure?"

Zu'an hadn't expected her to be so bold in her speech, but he showed no sign of embarrassment. "Little Demon Empress, you're overthinking it," he said. "I'm holding someone in my arms; how could I be thinking of anything else? I was just concerned that if the Demon Emperor suddenly came here, I might implicate you."

"You're quite a smooth talker," the Little Demon Empress waved her hand, signaling him to sit wherever he pleased. "As for your concern, it's actually unnecessary. The Demon Emperor hasn't visited me in many years."

Zu'an's expression shifted. The Little Demon Empress could have easily given any excuse, yet she deliberately spoke in such detail and with such ambiguity. Was she hinting at something?

"So you're the human who defeated the Golden Crow Crown Prince?" The Little Demon Empress yawned, casually covering her small, rosy mouth. Her whole demeanor exuded a sense of languid charm and playful innocence.

Given that she had saved them both, Zu'an didn't conceal anything. "Just a stroke of luck," he replied.

"Luck?" The Little Demon Empress raised an eyebrow. "The Golden Crow Crown Prince's title of 'Middle Emperor' isn't something easily conceded. For years, he's been undefeated among the younger generation of the demon race. And I heard that last time he even used the Golden Chariot and the divine artifact, the Sun-Shooting Bow. Yet he still lost to you, and you call it 'luck'? That's a bit hypocritical, isn't it?"

"You're right, Little Demon Empress." Zu'an smiled, not refuting her. He merely looked at Qiao Xueying with concern; her body was burning hot. He poured a cup of tea from nearby and gently helped her drink a few sips.

Watching his careful and considerate actions, a strange glint flashed in the Little Demon Empress's eyes. "By the way, what's your relationship with Queen Medusa?"

"Very good friends," Zu'an replied.

"Friends?" The Little Demon Empress asked, with a knowing smile that wasn't quite a smile. "The kind of friends who've slept together?"

Zu'an nearly choked on his water. Is this woman really so direct?

"Little Demon Empress, you jest. We're just friends, not that kind of relationship." Zu'an was worried about implicating Yu Yanluo, so he didn't tell her the full truth.

"Is that so?" The Little Demon Empress said noncommittally. "What was your name again?"

Just as Zu'an was about to answer, hurried footsteps and the sounds of palace maids and guards arguing came from outside. Immediately afterward, a loud voice rang out: "Greetings, Little Demon Empress. Your humble subordinate has been ordered to apprehend the assassin!"