Huang Xinning asked instinctively, "Do you need me to come with you?"

She felt empty inside if she didn't see Yue Qingling for a day.

Leng Feiran waved her hand and said, "Alright, don't worry. Don't you know how important Yue Qingling is to me?"

Just rest quietly.

After she finished speaking, she vanished in a flash.

It's still that same high mountain, and the same dungeon that's been hollowed out of it.

The eighteen-level dungeon is also known as the eighteen levels of hell.

Yue Qingling was imprisoned on the nineteenth floor.

It was already deep in the mountains.

Leng Feiran descended quickly, falling directly from the mountaintop.

Climbing the stairs one by one is too troublesome.

She specially opened a straight shaft for the 90th floor.

From here you can go directly to the nineteenth floor; it's a direct passage.

She really went to great lengths to keep Yue Qingling in check.

When she arrived outside Yue Qingling's prison gate, she saw him sitting quietly cross-legged with his back to the bars.

"Qingling, are you cultivating?"

Leng Feiran greeted him with a casual smile.

Since he has nowhere to escape and is now in my grasp, there's no need to scare him every day.

It's very pleasant to chat with someone you like.

She took out the key and opened the door.

When Yue Qingling heard Leng Feiran's commotion, her body trembled slightly with fear.

Leng Feiran hasn't been here for a long time.

But every time she comes, she almost loses her life.

Is this sudden visit to collect grain?

He slowly stood up, turned around, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Master, you've come? I wasn't cultivating. I was just thinking about what happened before. I won't cultivate anymore. I have no intention of running away, not even a little bit."

Leng Feiran had come to handle serious business. When she opened the prison door, she was thinking that this time she must talk about important matters first before doing anything else.

But seeing his timid appearance, a nameless anger suddenly surged up.

Yue Qingling's clothes were somewhat torn, but her white dress had clearly been recently changed and looked relatively clean.

He likes to dress neatly and rarely says he deliberately leaves his clothes unbuttoned to reveal anything.

Unfortunately, the belt was torn, so the clothes looked loose and baggy.

His black hair hung down, and he had no headscarf or Taoist hat for him to use.

A faint hint of grievance lingered on his handsome, aloof face, hidden by a few strands of hair. But it wasn't the kind of grievance that came from deep resentment; on the contrary, it only made him seem more appealing.

Leng Feiran stared intently at the most beautiful resources in her own dungeon, having completely forgotten about her important business.

This is truly a little fairy who brings disaster to the country and its people. Look at your adorable, innocent appearance!

You just deserve it...!

Leng Feiran thought to herself, "The important matters aren't urgent anyway; what's pressing is what's right in front of me."

She walked over casually and started tearing at Yue Qingling's clothes.

"Master, stop tearing it, I'll do it myself..."

Yue Qingling didn't have many clothes, so he quickly pleaded.

Leng Feiran lightly slapped his hand: "Go away! Just tear it up and I'll give you a new one, okay? Just shut up, do you hear me?"

Don't spoil the fun.

Yue Qingling could only swallow her anger and remain silent.

There was no one else in the cell this time, and Leng Feiran was too lazy to torture Yue Qingling. She just wanted the pleasure a wife should have.

For the first time, Yue Qingling didn't feel so terrified. He humbly complied, afraid that the Demonic Empress would use any more tricks.

"Why……"

Leng Feiran lay on the bed, slowly exhaling.

Yue Qingling lay beside her, barely daring to breathe.

Why did things go so smoothly today?

Really?

As expected, Leng Feiran never disappoints when it comes to causing trouble for people.

She turned around, hugged Yue Qingling's neck, and said with some reluctance, "Qingling, do you think I'm an empress?"