The Demon Lord Lady I Raised Has Locked Me Up?

When Chu Zhaoyue woke up, she felt like the sky was falling.

The fearsome Demon Lord she'd painstakingly raised, or so she liked to think, had actually swallowed her cultivation!

"Wretched disciple! You betrayed your teacher and your ancestors, refining my cultivation. Why won't you just finish me off already?"

"Finish you off? Master, I think you've misunderstood." The Demon Lord calmly shook her head. "I just couldn't bear the thought of you living all alone out there. I want to keep you company, that's all."

"Then why set up a barrier to restrict my freedom?"

"To keep you safe, of course. All you need to do is stay home and do the housework. You don't have to worry about anything else."

Watching the Demon Lord remain so composed, Chu Zhaoyue realized that her beloved disciple didn't covet her cultivation.

She coveted her...

Absurd! How could a dignified master become her disciple's darling little wife?