It's just bullying, pervert

As dawn approached, Lin Qianshuang was stirred from her slumber by a knock on the door. She groggily sensed someone entering the room and calling her name.

Lin Qianshuang stirred for a moment before drifting back to sleep. She slumbered deeply until the door closed and a different person entered, standing before her bed. Still, she remained unresponsive.

Bai Wan took a seat by the bedside, observing the maid’s nervous demeanor. “You may leave,” she said. “I will inform the Left Protector that it is time to rise.”

“But the Holy Maiden has forbidden you from entering the Left Protector’s bedchamber,” the maid protested. “If she learns that you have even stepped inside, I fear for my life.”

Bai Wan raised her almond-shaped eyes slightly, their obsidian depths shimmering under the morning light. A faint smile played on her lips as she addressed the maid. “The Left Protector cannot afford to miss her morning meal. Surely you can trust me?” Her face was soft and unassuming, and her smile radiated innocence. Her kind and gentle nature, coupled with her graceful demeanor, belied any suspicion.

The maid hesitated, perplexed by Bai Wan’s smile. She wondered why the Holy Maiden held such reservations toward this seemingly harmless woman. Like many others, she believed that Han Shengyao’s frequent clashes with Bai Wan stemmed from jealousy over the Demon Emperor’s favor. “I dare not,” the maid replied hastily. “I shall withdraw at once. The Left Protector is in your care.”

Bai Wan watched the maid close the door, a hint of triumph in her eyes as she revealed the fox’s tail she had concealed behind her.

Her gaze turned to Lin Qianshuang, who still lay in bed. Her limbs were sprawled indecently, her undergarments partially exposed, and the quilt kicked aside.

Morning light poured obliquely through the window, illuminating Lin Qianshuang’s smooth forehead and loose black hair, cascading down to her small, adorable toes peeking out from beneath the quilt.

Bai Wan’s gaze settled on Lin Qianshuang’s partially exposed waist, its skin as translucent as mutton fat. She couldn’t help but muse to herself, “Why is this majestic little beast before me, originally a fox, even more alluring than my own form, enlightened for seven hundred years? I have the same slender waist, yet hers is even more delicate.”

Her gaze roamed over Lin Qianshuang’s snowy skin, and she reached out, gently pulling her toward her own ear before lifting it fiercely.

“Master, it hurts…”

Lin Qianshuang’s ear throbbed with pain, and she groggily opened her eyes, her vision unfocused.

As if triggered by the word “master,” the grip on her ear tightened.

Jolted awake by the pain, Lin Qianshuang sprang from the bed like a fish leaping from a hot pan, landing on the edge of the bed.

“Bai Wan?”

Upon seeing that it was indeed Bai Wan seated by her bedside, feigning a weak demeanor, Lin Qianshuang recalled their recent partnership and surmised that Bai Wan had come to summon her for breakfast. Her initial alarm dissipated.

Rubbing her reddened ear, Lin Qianshuang protested, “Why did you have to use so much force? I’m not so heavy a sleeper that I couldn’t have woken up.”

Bai Wan rose, disdainfully wiping her hands with a handkerchief before tossing it aside. “You slumbered so deeply, drooling and muttering in your sleep. How could you have stirred from such a profound slumber? The maids have been calling you for an eternity, and I’ve been waiting outside your door for quite some time.”

Learning that Bai Wan had been waiting for her at the door for an extended period, Lin Qianshuang felt a wave of embarrassment and apologized, “My apologies, Miss Bai. I’ve caused you trouble on the first day by keeping you waiting.”

“Knowing that, why don’t you hurry up? Don’t dawdle.”

Lin Qianshuang hurriedly picked up the brocade dress from the bed, feeling as if she were rushing to work and would lose her wages for being late, making her anxious.

Bai Wan added, “Just call me by my given name from now on. We’ll be sharing the same boat from now on. ‘Miss Bai’ is too distant.”

Lin Qianshuang put on the moon-white veil and hurriedly said to Bai Wan, “Then you can call me Xiao Shuang¹. I also feel awkward being called ‘Miss Lin’.”

Bai Wan urged Lin Qianshuang as she walked to the dressing mirror in the room and admired her beautiful clothes and coiffure.

She couldn’t help but compare herself to Lin Qianshuang, who was hurriedly tying her clothes and hair in a messy manner, thinking to herself, how could she find this tomboyish girl charming and lively? She was clearly sloppy and unkempt, not comparable to her own elegance.

Lin Qianshuang summoned the maid, and with her help, she dealt with the messy hairstyle and the lavender dress she was wearing loosely. She looked at the strange and familiar woman with a dusty temperament in the mirror, and her eyes were a little dazed.

Senior Sister Bai Yueguang’s skin is truly one in a million. No matter how she dresses, she looks good. No wonder she fascinated Liang Jingxuan, who had kept her in his heart for so many years since her death.

Under the maid’s guidance, Lin Qianshuang and Bai Wan walked forward one after another at a distance.

When they arrived in front of the Tianyou Pavilion, a group of beautifully dressed female demonic cultivators walked in front of them, chatting and laughing.

There was a woman in green clothes who was surrounded by the stars and the moon in the middle, seemingly the most prestigious among this group of beautiful concubines.

“This is Qing Ji, the direct disciple of the Sect Leader of the Beiyou Sect, one of the Three Great Demon Sects. Her original form was a jade ring, a birthday gift to the Demon Emperor from the Sect Leader of the Beiyou Sect last year. The Demon Emperor, wary of the Beiyou Sect’s growing influence, favors her greatly. However, she cannot compare to my position.”

Listening to Bai Wan’s voice transmission, Lin Qianshuang cast a scrutinizing gaze at Qing Ji before following Bai Wan into the elegant pavilion.

The spacious table within the pavilion was already laden with pastries, and as the Demon Emperor’s harem concubines entered, the once-quiet atmosphere became lively.

Bai Wan gracefully took her seat to the right of the Demon Emperor.

Lin Qianshuang stood there, looking around and hesitating where to sit. All the chairs were already full, and she felt a bit awkward standing there.

She walked to the door and was about to call for a maid to help with a chair, but was stopped by the Demon Emperor’s command.

“Left Protector, where are you going? Come to my side.”

The Demon Emperor sat with an imposing aura that made Lin Qianshuang uncomfortable. After a moment of hesitation, she ascended the three steps and approached the Demon Emperor.

The favored ladies seated around the horizontal table watched Lin Qianshuang with envy and jealousy as she approached the Demon Emperor. Bai Wan, seated to the right, observed how the Demon Emperor’s fiery gaze never left Lin Qianshuang from the moment she entered. She probed the Demon Emperor’s thoughts, her face reddening as she cursed silently, “Lewd and despicable.”

Lin Qianshuang feigned timidity and took small steps forward. When she was a step away from the Demon Emperor, she was suddenly pulled into his embrace by his strong and powerful hands, which encircled her waist.

Her back pressed against the Demon Emperor’s broad chest, so close that she could hear his heartbeat. Feeling something hard against her inner thighs, her entire body stiffened, her expression nearly petrified.

Lin Qianshuang’s heart surged with disgust. This man must be poisonous, to be so aroused even in broad daylight.

The Demon Emperor held Lin Qianshuang in his arms, his hands restlessly caressing her waist. His bearded chin grazed her cheek, causing a slight sting.

Suppressing the urge to retaliate, Lin Qianshuang lowered her head and assumed a slightly demure expression.

While the Demon Emperor was preoccupied, Lin Qianshuang exchanged a knowing glance with Bai Wan.

“Your Majesty, I… I will serve you breakfast.”

Lin Qianshuang feigned shyness and lowered her head, not daring to meet the Demon Emperor’s gaze directly. She beckoned to the maid beside her, “Please bring me a plate of pastries.”

The maid responded and promptly presented a plate of pastries.

Lin Qianshuang picked up a pastry and fed it to the Demon Emperor. Her eyes curved into a smile as she watched him swallow it. “Your Majesty, how does it taste?” she asked.

The Demon Emperor was pleased with Lin Qianshuang’s obedience and service. Her sweet smile made him lose his composure momentarily, and he couldn’t resist touching her soft hair. He sniffed it lightly and said ambiguously, “The taste of the Left Protector is naturally exquisite.”

A chill ran down Lin Qianshuang’s spine. She suppressed it and handed another pastry to the Demon Emperor. As she turned, she signaled to Bai Wan.

Bai Wan immediately rose from her seat on the right and said, with proper etiquette, “Your Majesty, I will also serve you your meal.”

She took a pair of chopsticks and picked up a pastry, offering it to the Demon Emperor’s lips.

As the Demon Emperor prepared to partake in the pastry offered by Lin Qianshuang, Bai Wan’s chopsticks swiftly intervened, blocking his path.

Openly and surreptitiously, the two pairs of chopsticks engaged in a fierce duel before the assembled crowd.

The concubines below, assuming Bai Wan’s actions were driven by jealousy towards Lin Qianshuang, reveled in the spectacle, believing it to be a mere competition for favor.

The Demon Emperor shared this belief, his expression one of superiority as he observed the two women vying for his attention. His heart swelled with contentment and amusement.

However, his smug grin vanished in an instant when a chopstick unexpectedly jabbed his cheek, causing his eyelids to flutter in alarm.

A hand, apparently by accident, struck him forcefully on the side of his face, resembling a slap that left him disoriented.

Then, the hand greeted the Demon Emperor’s face several times in succession.

Pretending to retaliate against Bai Wan’s obstruction, Lin Qianshuang struck the Demon Emperor’s face hard. However, her attack was forceful, landing forcefully on his face.

The Demon Emperor had never been slapped in the face before, and he was instantly furious. However, before he could react, Lin Qianshuang’s soft and sweet voice half appeased him.

With her beautiful and pitiful face, Lin Qianshuang looked at him and bit her lower lip, saying, “Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, Shuang’er was wrong. I shouldn’t have served you a meal with Sister Bai Wan, and I accidentally hurt you.”

The Demon Emperor had always been tolerant of beauties, especially the woman he was most interested in at the moment. Furthermore, this woman had accidentally hurt him because she was jealous of his current favorite concubine.

From the beginning until now, Lin Qianshuang’s acts of goodwill, jealousy, and coquettishness had all given him a sense of pride in conquest.

The Demon Emperor abruptly recalled the approaching Holy Maiden. If she discovered that her biological disciple was performing menial tasks, she would scorn him.

He abruptly regained his senses and recognized his grave error. The Left Protector’s position was second only to the Demon Emperor’s. If he had embraced Lin Qianshuang, would it not have diminished her standing?

The concubines seated at the table observing the spectacle all anticipated Lin Qianshuang’s expulsion by the Demon Emperor. However, not only did he maintain his composure, but he also spoke with gentleness.

“Serving and dining, how can such tasks be performed by my Left Protector?”

The Demon Emperor instructed the maid to fetch a chair and position it at his left, releasing Lin Qianshuang and addressing Bai Wan, “My love, you are pregnant, so it is appropriate for the servants to handle this.”

Lin Qianshuang felt significantly more at ease as she sat on the chair. Her gaze involuntarily drifted towards Bai Wan, who was seated on the right.

Before Bai Wan could sit back down, she lifted her steps and walked back leisurely. However, at some point, a few round beads scattered on the ground at her feet, making a crisp collision sound.

Lin Qianshuang stood up from her seat, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at Bai Wan. At the speed of an ordinary person, her current movements could not avoid these round beads under her feet unless she activated her demonic energy.

However, demon cultivators with common sense know that pregnant cultivators cannot gather and circulate demonic energy, otherwise it will harm the child.

Someone wants to harm the child in Bai Wan’s belly.

Although Lin Qianshuang knew that Bai Wan was faking her pregnancy, what Bai Wan had to do in the face of this situation was to let nature take its course and roll down the three steps…

If Bai Wan’s “child” were to be lost again, it would be a troublesome matter. With this in mind, Lin Qianshuang quickly moved to pull Bai Wan up when her body tilted. Unexpectedly, a demonic aura from the horizontal table suddenly hit her back, causing her to become unstable, and she fell down the steps with Bai Wan.

In front of everyone’s eyes, Lin Qianshuang protected Bai Wan and rolled down the three steps to the ground. The people around them screamed, and the Demon Emperor was also shocked by this incident and stood up. At the moment of landing, Lin Qianshuang quickly released a few strands of demonic energy under her body, suspending herself in the air and not landing.

Her gaze met Bai Wan’s, her face tranquil and her dark eyes serene, as if she had foreseen this turn of events.

“Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, the Holy Maiden has arrived.”

Master is here?

Lin Qianshuang’s mind raced at the announcement. The demonic energy she had released was already unsteady, and in her distraction, it was abruptly withdrawn from her dantian.

Without the demonic energy supporting her from below, her back slammed into the ground, and Bai Wan toppled onto her from above.

Their lips met in a delicate collision amidst the tangle of their limbs.

Caught beneath Bai Wan’s suffocating weight, Lin Qianshuang’s gaze locked with hers, their wide eyes mirroring each other’s stunned immobility.