A minister murmured to himself in agony, already resolutely giving up on advising the Empress.
The Demon Head was incomparably handsome, with just a portrait creating a wave in Kyoto, intoxicating many women.
And now, it was proven that the Demon Head had some unimaginable, shady means of using gu, and the Empress was even less likely to escape him. All they could do was to make the Empress marry the Demon Lord as soon as possible, to barely cover up those increasingly absurd, increasingly ugly affairs.
...
"Pfft!"
In the crowd, Zhao Cheng spat out a mouthful of blood, the garish blood mixing with the rainwater, appearing even more glaring, while his entire being was weakened, staggering, shaking in the wind and rain.