79: Crush the Hehuan Witch

Di Yan looked up and saw Ji Qingying entering gracefully with a white jade soup bowl, her water-blue palace dress accentuating her willow-like figure.

When she looked up and smiled lightly, the entire Imperial Study seemed to brighten up a bit.

The ten people from the Righteous and Demonic Paths, hearing the words 'Your Subject,' looked down and focused on their own noses, not daring to look around.

As Ji Qingying passed by Yun Liuli and the other two, the three of them instinctively stole a glance.

With eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like autumn water, she possessed an even more elegant and dignified bearing than the Elf Queen in the light and shadow from earlier.

Yun Liuli was deeply shaken internally.

A look of horror flickered in the depths of the Thousand-Faced Demoness's eyes.

Leng Shuangxue unconsciously touched her own face.

She had thought Yue Li was already peerless, but she hadn't expected His Majesty to already have such a world-toppling beauty by his side!

Ji Qingying placed the soup bowl on the Imperial Desk, her eyes swept over the three girls, Your Highness, and she suddenly pursed her lips with a light smile: "Is Your Majesty going to take more consorts again?"

She placed her jade-like hands on Di Yan's shoulders and began massaging them with just the right pressure: "Although their appearance is a bit lacking, they can barely enter Your Majesty's Harem."

"If Your Majesty is interested, Your Subject can go and arrange some furniture for these sisters."

Hearing this, the hearts of Yun Liuli and the other two girls suddenly leaped into their throats, and they all looked toward Di Yan with expectant gazes.

Who wouldn't be moved by the prospect of marrying such a peerless Emperor?

Di Yan took in the expressions of the three girls and spoke indifferently: "I have other arrangements for them."

He was never short of women by his side, so naturally, he wouldn't take them into the Harem just because he saw beauty.

"That's a pity then."

Ji Qingying feigned regret, then turned to the three girls with a gentle tone:

"If you can maintain your pure bodies, perhaps His Majesty will take a liking to you in your lifetime. If you have the slightest contact with other men, you won't have this good fortune."

"Thank you for the guidance, My Lady!" The three girls hurriedly bowed to express their gratitude, their hearts filled with joy.

Di Yan shook his head helplessly: "You woman, since when did my Harem become your business to intervene in?"

Ji Qingying leaned against his shoulder and said in an aggrieved tone: "Your Majesty, Your Subject has no choice. Who told you to be so vigorous? There are over three thousand sisters in the Harem. If we don't find more sisters to share the burden, they won't be able to take it."

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall instantly fell into a dead silence.

The pupils of Lin Jian and the other six men constricted, their faces full of shock.

They had at most ten wives and concubines at home and were already struggling to cope.

His Majesty Emperor Yan actually has a Harem of three thousand, and he can still make all those consorts unable to handle him?

And from what My Lady meant, it seems that even three thousand people joined together are no match for His Majesty alone?

Truly terrifying!

The gazes of the several men toward Di Yan held a few more degrees of indescribable awe.

Yun Liuli and the other two girls were even more directly stunned.

Even three thousand people can't satisfy him?

In an instant, images of the Harem women kneeling and begging for mercy before Di Yan inexplicably surfaced in their minds, and they couldn't help but shudder in unison.

They hoped their future husbands would be heroic, but they didn't need to be this vigorous.

No, they absolutely could not become His Majesty Emperor Yan's consorts, or else their bodies would collapse sooner or later!

The three girls instantly made up their minds that if they came to see His Majesty again in the future, they must dress themselves up tightly and not give His Majesty any opportunity.

Di Yan looked at the changing expressions of the three girls and found it inexplicably amusing.

If the Harem consorts begged for mercy, he would certainly let them go.

If Ji Qingying knew Di Yan's inner thoughts, she would have to add: "You let them go, but only for a second; you won't stop until the consort faints."

"Of all the consorts in the entire Harem, who hasn't fainted before?"

"Especially at the annual gathering, at least a hundred consorts will faint."

Just then.

Di Yan suddenly looked toward a certain spot in the hall: "Hehuan Demoness, do I need to invite you out?"

The Hehuan Demoness was currently wondering why it had been so easy to enter this place.

When she heard Di Yan's voice, she was so startled that she directly revealed herself.

Yun Liuli and the other ten looked over and said in surprise: "Hehuan Demoness!"

The Hehuan Demoness hurriedly knelt on the ground, her voice as charming as silk: "This lowly woman has come specifically to beg Your Majesty's forgiveness. Kidnapping men in the city earlier was indeed a great mistake. I am willing to perform a dance to atone for my crimes."

Di Yan's eyes narrowed slightly.

He wanted to see what tricks this Hehuan Demoness was going to play.

"In that case, let me see how much sincerity you have."

The corner of the Hehuan Demoness's mouth curled up, and a glint of success flashed in her eyes: "Thank you for fulfilling my wish, Your Majesty."

Immediately, she slowly rose and came to the center of the hall.

As she passed by Yun Liuli and the other two, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes.

These three virgins who don't even know how to serve a man are also worthy of competing for favor with her? Simply ridiculous.

The Hehuan Demoness withdrew her gaze and began to dance gracefully.

Her slender fingers lightly hooked the silk ribbon at her waist, and her crimson gauze dress slid down at the touch, revealing shoulders as smooth as jade.

As her waist swayed gently, her inner garments quietly loosened, and her full breasts were partially visible under the thin gauze.

She spun on her toes, and as her skirt fluttered, her long jade-like legs were fully displayed.

"Please enjoy this, Your Majesty~"

The Hehuan Demoness's voice was sweet and cloying, and the Cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye shone brightly with her dance steps.

She deliberately slowed her movements, every twist of her waist carrying a soul-stirring rhythm.

When the last piece of inner clothing fell, her delicate body loomed through the thin gauze, appearing even more seductive than being completely naked.

Lin Jian and the others had already lowered their heads when the Hehuan Demoness began to dance.

Whether or not His Majesty Emperor Yan accepted the Hehuan Demoness, she was not someone they could look at.

Otherwise, disaster would surely strike.

Yun Liuli's face turned red with embarrassment, while Leng Shuangxue had already turned her face away.

The Thousand-Faced Demoness narrowed her beautiful eyes, secretly sneering that this Hehuan Demoness didn't know the meaning of death.

From Ji Qingying's words earlier, she knew that His Majesty Emperor Yan liked pure and clean people.

This Hehuan Demoness didn't know how many men she had defiled.

Such an action was undoubtedly seeking her own death.

And because of her own nature, the Hehuan Demoness completely forgot that this was an Emperor.

Even if she were to dance, it should be in private, not here in the great hall.

Clearly, in the Hehuan Demoness's heart, Di Yan was no different from the men she had kidnapped.

Thus, it was destined that the Hehuan Demoness would not have a good end.

Time passed slowly.

The Hehuan Demoness's dance became increasingly bold.

With bare feet on the ground, she approached the Imperial Throne step by step, her eyes full of determined seductiveness.

"His Majesty Emperor Yan, please take a close look at me. I don't believe your eyes are empty."

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the hem of Di Yan's robe, a cold female voice rang out: "You thing that doesn't know the meaning of death!"

A cold light flashed in Ji Qingying's eyes as she raised her jade-like hand and seized the Hehuan Demoness's neck.

The Hehuan Demoness's face turned red, and she stared at Ji Qingying in shock.

She wanted to resist but couldn't mobilize the slightest bit of power within her body.

For a moment, she panicked and hurriedly reached out toward Di Yan: "Your Majesty, save me."

Di Yan did not look at her from beginning to end.

Instead, he picked up the soup bowl from the Imperial Desk and began to taste it gently: "Beloved Consort, do not let her defile my eyes."

Ji Qingying squeezed her slender hand, and the Hehuan Demoness's seductive face instantly distorted.

"A lowly wench ridden by a thousand and pressed by ten thousand, also worthy of laying hands on Your Majesty's Sacred Body?"

She was truly angry.

This damn wench.

She actually dared to perform this kind of dance for His Majesty in front of her.

Simply outrageous and unforgivable.

In just an instant, the Hehuan Demoness dissipated into a cloud of blood mist, leaving not even a trace behind.

Di Yan put down the soup bowl and handed over a silk handkerchief: "Your hands are dirty, wipe them clean."