The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

"Your Majesty is wise! I am stupid and failed to understand your profound meaning.

Today, without the Vermillion Bird Feather Fan, my subordinates and Miss Meng Wan get along more naturally and harmoniously. She also seems to trust me more."

The Demon King nodded, with a hint of approval in his tone.

"I'm glad you understand. Meng Wan has a special identity. Although she seems innocent, you must be careful and never let her realize our intentions."

Qing Yu responded respectfully, "Your Majesty, rest assured. I understand. Miss Meng Wan and I have an appointment to go to the Wanjing Pavilion tomorrow. If we continue in this way, I am confident that I can complete the task!"

The Demon King nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand, "You don't need to tell me the details. You must gain her trust as soon as possible."

Qingyu bowed again and then left the main hall.

After Qingyu left the main hall, he secretly thought about tomorrow's plan.

He did not notice that shortly after he left, a white figure quietly entered the main hall.

The man in white was the one who had competed with Qingyu for the Suzaku Feather Fan during the day.

He walked slowly to the Demon King and saluted respectfully, "Your Majesty, I am here to report."

The Demon King nodded slightly, speaking in a gentle tone, "Well done, now go and give the Suzaku Feather Fan to that little Suzaku."

"Yes."

The man in white nodded, but his tone was a little hesitant, "If Qingyu knew what I did in secret, would he be against Your Majesty..."

"It doesn't matter. I just want the result. The process is not important."

The Demon King pondered for a moment, his tone full of profound meaning.

"Bifang, remember, Meng Wan was able to cause the two major demon tribes, Suzaku and Xuanwu, to fight each other, so she must be hiding some unspeakable secrets.

If we can get her under our control, it will be a great help to us.”

Bifang's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and his tone became more resolute, "Your Majesty, rest assured, I understand."

The Demon King nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand, "Go ahead, but be sure to be careful."

Bifang bowed respectfully and then left the main hall.

After leaving the main hall, Bifang changed into a more gorgeous robe and came to the outside of Meng Wan's palace.

He knocked on the door gently, his tone somewhat respectful, "Little princess of the Suzaku clan, are you here?"

After a moment, the door was gently opened. Meng Wan stuck her head out and saw the person standing outside the door with a hint of surprise on her face.

"It's you? The one who stole the Suzaku Feather Fan during the day!"

Bifang showed a trace of surprise on his face. Apparently, he "didn't expect" that the girl he had offended during the day was actually the little princess of the Suzaku clan whom he wanted to please.

Meng Wan looked at Bifang coldly, with obvious displeasure in her tone.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you think it was enough to steal the Suzaku Feather Fan during the day? Are you showing off now?"

Bifang quickly waved his hands, a hint of apology on his face and a sincere tone.

"Little princess, you misunderstood. I was reckless during the day. I didn't know your true identity. If I had known, I would never have fought with you."

Meng Wan raised her eyebrows, her tone still cold, "Oh? Now that you know, what are you going to do?"

Bifang took out the Vermillion Bird feather fan from his sleeve, held it in front of Meng Wan with both hands, and spoke respectfully.

"This feather fan was originally prepared for Miss Meng Wan. I was rude during the day, and now I come to present it to you as an apology."

Meng Wan looked at the feather fan and a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

She did not reach out to take it, but looked coldly at the person in front of her, her eyes full of vigilance and alertness.

"What do you mean? You stole me during the day and came to pay my respects to me at night. Do you think I'm easy to tease?"

Bifang quickly shook his head, his tone somewhat anxious.

"Little princess, you misunderstood. I have no intention of teasing you. In fact... I prepared this feather fan especially for you."

Meng Wan frowned slightly when she heard this, and asked in a suspicious tone, "Preparing this specially for me? Why would you do this?"

Bifang took a deep breath and explained patiently.

"To be honest, when my grandfather was young, he was saved by an elder of the Suzaku tribe. If it weren't for that elder's help, my grandfather would have passed away long ago, and naturally I wouldn't be who I am today.

Our family will always remember this kindness.

When I learned that the little princess of the Suzaku tribe was visiting the Demon King's Palace, I thought I would take this opportunity to present this Suzaku feather fan to you as a token of my gratitude."

After listening to this, a complicated look flashed across Meng Wan's eyes.

She gently took the feather fan, her tone still cold, but her attitude much softer.

"I see. If that's the case, I'll accept it. However, you were so rude during the day, and it's not something that can be easily excused with just an apology."

Bifang nodded quickly, with a sincere attitude, "Princess, what you said is very true. I was reckless during the day, please forgive me for my mistakes.

If you still have any dissatisfaction, please feel free to tell me, and I will do my best to make up for it."

Meng Wan gently shook the feather fan in her hand, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"Forget it. Since you are here to repay a favor, I won't embarrass you any more. However, if you are so rude again next time, don't blame me for being rude."

Bifang hurriedly cupped his hands, and said with joy, "Don't worry, Princess, there won't be a next time."

Meng Wan nodded, "Okay, I'll take the things, you can go now."

Bifang was secretly relieved when he saw Meng Wan's attitude softened, but he did not leave.

He smiled slightly and said in a courteous tone, "Little Princess, since you have accepted the feather fan, it means that you have forgiven my offense during the day.

However, to express my apology, I wonder if you would be so kind as to allow me to treat you to a meal as an apology?"

Meng Wan frowned slightly when she heard this, and her tone was polite but distant.

"No need. I have plans tomorrow, so I'm afraid I won't have time to dine with you."

Bifang's eyes flashed with curiosity, "Oh? I wonder what plans the little princess has for tomorrow? If it's convenient, perhaps I can serve you."

Meng Wan pondered for a moment and said truthfully, "I am going to the Wanjing Pavilion tomorrow, and Master Qingyu has agreed to take me there."

When Bifang heard the word "Qingyu", a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to a respectful look.

He chuckled and said with some disapproval.

“Little princess, forgive me for being blunt, Qingyu is just a small guard commander, and at most I can take you to the first floor of the Wanjing Pavilion.

Although there are many books there, most of them are ordinary books. He does not have the authority to take you to see the real rare ancient books and secret techniques."

When Meng Wan heard this, a hint of interest flashed in her eyes, but her tone remained cold.

"Oh? Then in your opinion, who can take me to see those rare ancient books?"

Bifang smiled slightly, looking a little complacent.

“Little princess, you don’t know that I am a descendant of an ancient great demon and have a special identity.

Except for the top floor of the Wanjing Pavilion and some confidential places in the Demon King's Palace, I can enter and exit other places freely.

If the little princess is interested, I can take you to the upper floors of the Wanjing Pavilion tomorrow, where there are many rare books that even Qingyu has never seen."