I am a blood demon, and the young demon I raised with my own hands poisoned me and carved out my core.
She fell for a mortal man, stole another woman’s identity, and entered the imperial palace.
Then she reduced the emperor’s wife—the woman who had once shared all his hardships—to a beggar.
She thought that would make her the heroine of the story.
Demons do not usually pity humans.
But she dug out my ten-thousand-year demon core just to steal a man?!
I would feed it to a dog before I let her have it.