Demon Lord, I Urge You to Choose the Good

She was once a Buddhist treasure worshipped by all.

One day, a demon lord seized her and made her the knife lodged in his spine.

Serving as the demon lord’s backbone was one thing, but being sent to kill with a hidden blade...

Amitabha... What kind of conduct is that?

He was once the crown prince of a small kingdom.

The ministers and nobles tried every trick to force him to give up his place in the Eastern Palace.

Being crown prince was no easy task, so he became an official instead, earning a reputation for solving cases with supernatural brilliance.

The ministers all said His Highness had the makings of a fine official, but as crown prince... he still had some way to go.

Only she knew:

By day, he solved cases and hunted criminals. By night, he worked in secret, taking care of both the investigation and the real culprit himself.

“Demon lord, I urge you to turn over a new leaf. Keep this up and you’ll ruin the country.”

The crown prince smiled kindly, though his eyes were cold.

“If it’s ruined, I’ll just get another one. It’s not as if I’m really the crown prince anyway.”

Later, the former ministers of his fallen clan begged him to restore their kingdom, weeping at his feet.

He looked down on them with compassionate mercy and gently refused.

“My ministers and I are all hypocrites. Restore the kingdom? You’ll have to find someone more capable.”

He had once sunk into an abyss ten thousand feet deep and seen the brightest fire in the world.

At a single glance, he saw the darkness hidden beneath that light.

From then on, he willingly donned his shackles and entered the Path of Severed Affection without regret,

all to protect her from being consumed by the cruel truth of the world.

From the imperial court to the martial world,

from the old capital of a bygone dynasty, where the misty rain has passed, to the remnants of a former kingdom now overgrown with weeds,

from the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda that keeps evildoers at bay to the sacred mountain of immortals towering in the ninth heaven,

they travel together: she chatters like a sparrow, while he is cold and aloof as frost, a pair of natural-born bickering companions.

Until one day, Caiyi says, “His Highness isn’t like this with anyone else. It’s only you. He just isn’t good at expressing himself...”