"Demon Emperor, I beg you, for the sake of my loyalty to Your Majesty, to let Queen Xiyuan spare my life."
The maid Chuchu pleaded pitifully.
"Lift your head."
After laughing, Zhan Hen gradually calmed down.
The maid, trembling with fear, lifted her face.
Though not as stunning in beauty as Moonflower, the maid was still elegant and refined.
At this moment, her small face was pale, her long eyelashes were soaked with tears, trembling in fear.
Looking at him with such a frightened expression, Zhan Hen felt a rush of heat inside.
This is the proper allure of a woman.
Moonflower never showed him such tenderness.
She always had the demeanor of a queen, never willing to please him.
Even when they were together, she remained motionless, adhering strictly to the schedule, asking him to leave promptly.
Previously, when Zhan Hen adored Moonflower, he tolerated all her cold arrogance.
But when he realized his affection couldn't move Moonflower's iron heart, he finally despaired.
