Zi Menghan sat in the living room, slumped over the table.
Her two long, eye-catching pale legs idly swayed beneath her black skirt.
In front of the girl sat a large teapot, and she drank tea alone, languid as a little black cat that had lost all ambition.
Ever since she discovered that the hot tea He Qiu had given her wasn’t laced with aphrodisiac powder—and in fact had detoxifying, beautifying, and nourishing effects—she had come to savor its taste more and more with each memory.
With nothing else to do, she brewed herself a large pot and drank it slowly.
Without the “psychological effect,” the tea really was quite delicious.
It gave her a dreamy, floaty feeling that was very addictive.
At first, after drinking it, Zi Menghan still felt a bit drowsy.
But as her body grew accustomed, she only felt a warmth spread through her and a soothing sensation in her lower abdomen—a thoroughly pleasant experience, nothing like the discomfort of poison.
Zi Menghan found herself starting to love this tea from He Qiu’s home.
She secretly decided that when she returned to the Demon Sect, she would have her subordinates buy some of this special spirit tea for her to enjoy at leisure.
But besides drinking tea, Zi Menghan had nothing else to do.
She could only lie on the table, staring blankly out the window.
She truly had nothing to do—all the housework was done.
She didn’t dare delve deeper into He Qiu’s secrets, and outside the house were all the Righteous Path Cultivators of the Longyin Sect.
How could she dare run around recklessly?
Being left alone at home by He Qiu was unbearably boring.
Though no one restricted her freedom, she still felt like a caged bird trapped in this house.
She could only wait all day for the master of the house to return.
This agonizing situation was truly hard to bear.
To be honest, since the afternoon, she had already been leaning against the window, looking outside, hoping He Qiu would come home.
“Young Master He, when will you come home…”
“I wonder which Senior Sister he’s flirting with right now, that big jerk…”
Spinning the morning’s conversation between He Qiu and the two Senior Sisters in her mind, Zi Menghan felt a bit sour.
Her imagination ran wild, filling her head with images of He Qiu being intimate with other women, and she could only stare helplessly.
Just then, Zi Menghan blinked her beautiful eyes.
She saw a familiar figure outside the window—
“Young Master He is back!”
Instinctively, like a girl finally waiting for her beloved, she sat up straight with joy.
But after a brief moment, she realized the problem.
Why was she so excited about He Qiu coming home?
She was the Demon Sect Princess, and He Qiu had likely discovered her secret long ago.
He had deliberately imprisoned her in the Longyin Sect.
He probably had some strange ulterior motive toward her.
They were on opposing sides…
In such a situation, it would have been better for He Qiu to come back later, because once he returned, who knew what unfathomable dirty tricks he might pull on her.
She hadn’t prepared a new countermeasure, and she had to obey his orders now.
Yet despite that, Zi Menghan couldn’t help being happy.
She had to admit she had been looking forward to him coming home earlier, even if it meant he might continue to embarrass her.
Shaking her head, Zi Menghan gave herself a mental inoculation and swallowed her saliva before walking over to open the door for He Qiu.
She was a maidservant now.
She would “respond to changes by remaining unchanged.”
After all, she was just a fleeing Demon Sect Princess, unarmed and afflicted with poison.
To survive, she had to rely on him.
Resisting would only increase his suspicion and displeasure…
Why not take it easy, accept fate, and deal with things as they came?
With this thought, Zi Menghan shed her mental burden.
Pushing open the door, she greeted him with a bright smile, lifting her skirt.
“Young Master He, you’re back~”
The girl’s excitement and joy were genuine, showing no trace of pretense.
In her daily role-playing, Zi Menghan had unknowingly become the character she was playing.
Her immersion in the maidservant identity was growing deeper.
In fact, she felt she preferred being the cute, humble “little maidservant” to the aloof, ever-suspicious Demon Sect Princess who had to scheme against both the righteous and evil factions.
Being able to smile freely and spend each day with the young man was truly wonderful—steady, simple, and carefree.
It was just a pity that she was the Demon Sect Princess and couldn’t easily set down her burdens.
He was a Righteous Path cultivator with grand dreams of his own.
Their current relationship was very fragile, and the pretense they maintained would eventually be exposed.
Enjoy it while it lasts. Cherish it.
Zi Menghan liked her current life.
She wanted to treat it as a dreamlike experience—just an experience.
“Yeah, I’m back.”
He Qiu walked past Zi Menghan and naturally reached out to pinch her cheek.
Satisfied, he then entered the house.
He also liked the girl’s radiant smile and her soft, pure face.
Every time he saw it, he couldn’t help but reach out to pinch it.
Fortunately, Meng’er Guniang didn’t resist his strange habit, so he boldly did it.
“Young Master He, how was your cultivation today?”
After He Qiu entered, Zi Menghan picked up the hot tea she had brewed earlier and poured it for him while making casual conversation.
She knew it—she was very suited to being a maidservant.
She no longer minded serving He Qiu tea and water.
The awkwardness only lasted for the initial brief resistance; now she was almost used to it.
Rather, she was enjoying the role-play as a maidservant…
“It was good. I went to the All-Books Pavilion this afternoon, read some books, and gained a lot,” He Qiu said leisurely.
“Reading?”
Zi Menghan asked with a hint of curiosity, still smiling as she probed: “Young Master He really likes reading. What kind of books?”
“On a Hundred Spirit Arts for Dealing with Demon Cultivators,” “How to Effectively Kill a Demon,” “Spirit-Demon Curse,” “Demon-Extermination Art,” “Xuantian Demon-Suppressing Tower,” “Demon Blood Counter-Cultivation”…
Zi Menghan: ???
Ignoring the increasingly stiff smile on the girl’s face, He Qiu continued speaking, then set down the bag of books he had slung over his shoulder.
He casually pulled out a few manuals and spread them on the table, continuing to flip through them according to the task progress from the All-Books Pavilion.
These were books lent to him by Fairy Nan, all covering knowledge on opposing Demon Cultivators.
Though He Qiu found it strange, recalling how he had been chased by Demon Cultivators during his last trip down the mountain, he roughly understood.
Master must have seen that he had just fought Demon Cultivators and deliberately selected these manuals targeting them for him to study.
But to Zi Menghan, the manuals in his hands meant something entirely different.
The girl stared at those terrifying titles and listened to He Qiu’s casual remarks.
Her smile was frozen stiff. Beneath the table, her long legs tightened together, and she couldn’t stop trembling.
She was scared again.
Right in front of her, He Qiu unblinkingly talked about hunting Demon Cultivators, the Spirit-Demon Curse, the Demon-Extermination Art…
Zi Menghan’s mind went blank, buzzing. How could she dare to say anything?
This man was definitely doing it on purpose, right?
Young Master He must have known she was the Demon Sect Princess all along, so he deliberately spoke of hunting Demon Cultivators in front of her to test her reaction.
He was definitely trying to provoke her on purpose.
Heart-wrenching, indeed.
What a vicious person!