Chapter 664: Chapter 582: Moving Beads Like a Disk

“I am not that bored,” Baili An said with a strange look as he glanced at Ning Feiyan, his gaze somewhat hesitant.

Ning Feiyan was massaging her tender waist, feeling the tingling sensation of fatigue retreating slightly from her depths.

As she struggled to support herself, she couldn’t help but tighten her legs, and as she slightly lifted her gaze, she caught the expression in Baili An’s eyes:

“Just ask what you want to ask instead of hesitating like a maiden. Are you expecting me to guess your thoughts?”

Baili An frowned and looked her up and down twice. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke with a somewhat heavy tone, “How much longer do you need to end this condition of yours?”

Ning Feiyan was startled, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks; she looked at him strangely, “You are so young; why are you so perverted to be so interested in an Enchanting Demon’s private matters?”

At her teasing mockery, Baili An simply swept his gaze over her unflinchingly, his voice emotionless but with a drawn-out tone, “Private—affairs?”

Having already had hands-on contact with her private affairs, asking this now seemed somewhat redundant.

Ning Feiyan was blocked by his attitude, gritted her teeth, and then stopped bantering. She answered faintly, “Enchanting Demons go into chaos once a year, for a month each time.”

And this was also why Enchanting Demons were known across the Six Realms for their notorious reputation and chaotic demeanor.

Ning Feiyan’s gaze slipped slightly lower, her tone cool and cold, “Moreover, the intensity of the chaos strengthens with each occurrence. What about it? Do you think when the next time comes, you can still employ such childish and laughable tactics?”

Perhaps having indulged in folly once, Ning Feiyan extremely detested this feeling of being unable to control her own powerlessness, this feeling of impotency.

When talking about the inescapable nature of an Enchanting Demon, a hint of harshness inevitably appeared in her words.

Baili An shook his head, asking, “Then how have you endured these tough situations in the past years?”

Ning Feiyan scoffed, “Tough? Who told you it was tough? For an Enchanting Demon, this month of chaos is like living a dream, an excellent time to indulge and enjoy our nature. What naive thoughts made you believe I would be that kind of virtuous person who remains unsullied by mud?”

She leaned against the wall, holding the pillow tightly, and looked at Baili An with a half-smiling gaze, “Could it be, you think I’m preserving my purity for someone else?”

Her gaze directly peered over, smiling, “I am not that virtuous woman you imagine, what people find unbearable, for an Enchanting Demon, is merely so.”

Seeing the relaxed yet cold smile on her face, Baili An neither responded nor replied.

Ning Feiyan straightened her messy skirt, bent down to put on her socks and shoes, and said, “I’m a bit tired, I will go back to my palace to rest for a while. Come and find me at the appointed time to join the meeting.”

The meeting, naturally, was with her mother, Mrs. Ning.

Baili An had no objections, and after Ning Feiyan left, he took out the green jade hairpin hidden under the pillow, feeling especially conflicted.

Though marrying the Female Demon Lord could simplify many troubles, at least for the time being, it could ensure the safety of the people deeply mired in Tian Gan Mountain.

Just as Ning Feiyan had said, using the hairpin as a pledge was indeed a great opportunity for him.

However, for Baili An, he wasn’t so attached to the power of this world.

The waters of the Demon World were much deeper than they appeared, and he harbored no romantic feelings for the Demon Lord, nor did he wish to be a pampered hostage in the harem as those figures in history.

Being thrust into the Demon World was a reluctant choice.

Ming Continent was vast, but not his homeland.

His home was on Kongcang Mountain.

And there was someone waiting for him to come home.

Plus, he had promised someone that he would only be hers, even if circumstances forced him, he could not break his word.

Baili An stored the hairpin in his sleeve; although the item was precious, its significance was much greater.

If there was a chance, he still intended to return this pledge.

Ultimately, his goal remained Mi Lu, unalterable and unchangeable.

As daylight began to brighten outside the window, Baili An got out of bed, thinking about the night’s delay and decided it was time to inquire around the city about Su Jing and Yin Baishuang’s whereabouts.

Being the offspring of the righteous, if their identities were exposed in the Demon World, the likelihood of being executed on the spot by the Demon General was exceedingly high.

As soon as he stepped down from the bed, Baili An felt something soft under his foot.

Looking down, there lay a pair of fine boots and small socks on the bedside step, embroidered with a gold-trimmed Exotic Bird, clearly left behind by someone.

Baili An paused briefly, and with a headache, sighed deeply but stooped down to pick up the boots and socks and stored them safely within the Sapphire Life Jade.

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In Mo City, inside Zunyao Hall, the Demon Clan physicians were already bustling about early in the day.

Recently, with the Monarch’s Return Banquet creating fierce battles among the Demon Clan, the competition had been particularly intense, perfectly exemplifying survival of the fittest over two days.

Naturally, this was also the busiest time for the Demon Clan physicians in a century.

Under an old parasol tree, Yun Huaqiu hurriedly penned down ink, quickly finishing ten fresh prescriptions. The young pageboy took the newly-minted prescriptions, picked up a yellow fan, and efficiently went to prepare medicine for his master.

Yun Huaqiu, inherently lazy and pleasure-seeking—even though her medical skills among the Demon Clan were excellent—did not possess the compassionate heart of a Bodhisattva.