Baili An stood stock-still, dumbfounded by her brazen shamelessness, and after a good while, he finally spoke, "I fear this might just disappoint Your Majesty."
The Female Demon Lord's gaze was mocking, "Are you trying to fool me as if I were a three-year-old child? The direct descendants of the Corpse King Jiang Chen, aside from being cold, bloodthirsty, and heliophobic, are no different from ordinary people."
This outrageously bad character was prepared well before the proposal, and he couldn't fool her.
Baili An's head throbbed with pain, he braced himself and continued, "Even so, why would Your Majesty joke about your own descendants?"
As soon as he spoke, Baili An felt something was off.
When he figured it out, it felt like she was akin to a king in the Mortal World's court indulging in reckless pleasures, and he was like a beauty in the red phoenix chamber, pleading with the king to consider spreading favors equally and to prioritize offspring.
