The Prime Minister of the rebellion of Her Majesty the 700 matriarchs

Because of the existence of the memory pearl, Xia Ling could completely let go of herself.

The men that the Demon King's soul fused with were all outstanding in the world.

She could only truly obtain their love by changing her heart.

After the world ended, she sealed her emotions.

This sealed emotion was her escape route.

Who would know what would happen after the ten chains broke? What if she loved the Demon King, but the Demon Kking did not have any feelings for her?

Therefore, this was the only way she could make herself invincible no matter what.

She looked at her calm and rational face.

Hai Hai did not speak anymore. It looked at her.

There were no mirrors in the firmament and continent, and Xia Ling often appeared in other people's faces.

So now that she had not looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, she should have forgotten her own appearance, right?

If Xia Ling was a piece of unpolished jade that was covered in dust before, then...

Now, her soul cultivation had improved.

The abundant spiritual energy made her relaxed and her light brows appear even more beautiful.

Herlong jet-black hair gently fell on her waist.

Her appearance was pure white, as if she was not tainted by dust.

Such beauty, even a Demon King would be moved by it, right?

"Host, actually you don't have to be so pessimistic. Use the main God's legacy. As long as you cultivate well and borrow the power of the Demon King's blood, when the Demon King awakens, perhaps your strength won't be inferior to his?" Hai Hai consoled Xia Ling.

Smiling, Xia Ling did not hold such hope.

That person... That man's cold and merciless gaze that treated her like an ant.

She still remembered that it forced her to continuously become stronger!

Hai Hai: "Alright, I'll send you to a new world now."

*

A pure white power surrounded Xia Ling.

When the white light dissipated, she could feel a faintly discernible gaze, carrying a scrutinizing gaze, landing on her body.

A luxurious fragrance floated in the air.

"Your Majesty, the twelve male concubines in the palace have all been registered. Do you need to summon someone to serve you tonight?"

The gentle male voice carried a hint of humility but also a hint of sharpness.

Xia Ling quickly accepted the memories and the plot of the original owner.

Then, she opened her eyes indifferently.

*

In this complicated and extravagant palace, there was a curtain between them.

A man dressed in a luxurious brown official robe was kneeling in front of her.

He said that he was kneeling, but he was looking at her through the curtain.

That calm gaze was neither servile nor overbearing. It was even scrutinizing, and he did not treat her as his majesty at all.

*

Looking at him, Xia Ling smiled.

She was originally sitting on the king's couch with her face propped up.

Now, her red lips curled up as she stood.

The luxurious and complicated scarlet king's robe was long and flowing on the ground when Xia Ling stood up.

With a strong fragrance that assailed her nostrils, she got off the couch and went down the stairs.

The woman came before Ji Wenyuan elegantly and calmly.

She looked at him, circled around him, and walked away carelessly.

"Bed attendants? Very good. Ever since I ascended the throne, I haven't established a position and have no matters of bed attendants. It's only because minister Ji is very reserved and doesn't understand my intentions."

"Now, minister Ji has thought it through? Are you recommending your bed to me?"

A slightly hoarse voice sounded in the palace.

Xia Ling bent her knees and squatted in front of the man.

Her nails painted with Dankou gilded gold gently lifted the man's chin, so that he could raise his face and let her take a closer look.

*

A top-quality blue field jade hat was tied up, and he was dressed in a luxurious brown official robe.

This man was born into riches. His eyes were bright, and his figure was slender, perfectly propping up this official robe.