Demon King and Enchanting Consort

The imperial garden was a riot of color, with flowers competing to outshine one another. A breeze passed by, carrying waves of delicate fragrance. “Your Highness, please be careful.” A palace maid brought over a cloak and gently draped it over the woman admiring the flowers in the pavilion. “Hehe... I’m not that delicate.” Her soft voice seemed to soothe the heart, like a spring breeze that lifted everyone’s spirits. The woman speaking was beautiful, with snow-white skin and a face like a hibiscus. Beneath her graceful willow-shaped brows, her bright eyes smiled like autumn waters. Her slender, pale hand rested gently on her rounded belly, and her face glowed with a mother’s love. Because she treated the servants fairly well...