I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 59

59: An Awkward Reunion

“What’s going on? Why is she still here?”

“It’s been half a month already—why won’t she leave?”

“Does she really need to see me that badly?”

Lu Yuan’s mind raced with incredulous thoughts.

He couldn’t fathom Bai Xin’er’s intentions.

If he continued avoiding her, she might permanently take up residence in the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect.

And that would require explanations to the Yellow Springs Demon Sect.

With this in mind, Lu Yuan addressed the guard below:

“She still hasn’t left? What exactly does she want?”

“This subordinate doesn’t know. Several elders have already inquired on your behalf.”

“However…”

The guard hesitated, stealing a glance at Lu Yuan’s impassive expression before continuing:

“Holy Maiden Bai insists she has urgent matters that can only be discussed with you personally.”

Lu Yuan blinked in astonishment.

Damn!

This woman is truly relentless.

Was this some twisted romantic pursuit?

“Well… I did bring this upon myself.”

Resigned, Lu Yuan rose from his seat.

“Inform Bai Xin’er I’ve concluded my seclusion and will meet with her shortly.”

“Yes, Young Master!”

The guard saluted and departed swiftly.

Now Lu Yuan grew genuinely curious—what could possibly be important enough to make Bai Xin’er wait half a month?

If this was merely about romantic entanglements.

And if she turned out to be hideously ugly…

He’d still refuse.

His status simply wouldn’t permit it.

Though if things turned violent, the Yellow Springs Demon Sect stood no chance against him.

“Since I’m out of seclusion, I should freshen up properly.”

Lu Yuan headed toward the bath chambers.

……

News of Lu Yuan’s impending meeting with Bai Xin’er spread like wildfire among certain circles.

Many demonic guards adopted a spectator’s mentality, intensely curious about their young master’s romantic affairs.

After all, Lu Yuan had suffered terribly at the Xiao Clan—nearly losing his life.

Though he’d annihilated Cloud Sword Holy Land and reclaimed the Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes.

He had brought Xiao Yun’er back.

The entire sect knew what had transpired between them.

And as fate would have it, Bai Xin’er arrived the very next day—

Like a wife catching her husband in the act.

Despite Lu Yuan’s previous rejection,

The marriage pact remained valid since the Demon Emperor hadn’t rescinded it.

Thus, whispers flourished:

“Our young master’s luck with women is unbelievable! First conquering Xiao Yun’er, now Bai Xin’er comes knocking—such envy-inducing fortune!”

“Stop gloating. Are you truly envying him? You wouldn’t survive half the hardships he’s endured.”

“I heard the young master restarted his cultivation this time. Such incredible determination!”

“Oh no! If he’s only at Energy Refinement now, Bai Xin’er could overpower him physically!”

Though hushed, these discussions multiplied rapidly.

Nearly every guard not on duty found excuses to linger nearby,

Eager to witness this dramatic encounter.

……

“Finally refreshed. One should always prioritize comfort!”

Emerging from his bath in fresh robes,

Lu Yuan marveled at his Foundation Establishment body’s vitality—surpassing even his previous Nascent Soul physique.

Yet upon entering the grand hall, his breath caught at the sight before him.

Bai Xin’er stood like a painting come to life—her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall,

Eyebrows arched like willow leaves above phoenix eyes holding unfathomable depth.

A delicate upturned nose and rosebud lips complemented porcelain skin so flawless it seemed sculpted.

Her tall, curvaceous figure was accentuated by a flowing white gown that shimmered as if woven from moonlight,

Exuding an aura of untouchable nobility.

“Holy… She’s this stunning and someone actually rejected her?”

“What kind of brain damage does that require?”

“I can’t comprehend choosing to simp for Xiao Yun’er over this goddess.”

“Well, their loss is my gain!”

Lu Yuan stood transfixed.

This was the living definition of “nation-toppling beauty.”

Every poetic description of feminine perfection

Paled before Bai Xin’er’s reality.

Most captivating was her demeanor—

The natural authority of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect’s Holy Maiden

Radiated from her every pore.

No ordinary person could replicate such beauty.

Coming to his senses, Lu Yuan internally lambasted the original host:

The man’s decision-making defied all logic.

In looks, temperament, and figure, Bai Xin’er outclassed Xiao Yun’er in every aspect.

Yet someone had thrown away this treasure to chase after gutter trash.

After seeing Bai Xin’er, Lu Yuan stopped trying to understand the original host’s mentality.

The man had clearly been mentally deficient.

“Young Master arrives!”

The guard’s announcement shattered the silence.

Bai Xin’er’s eyes flickered with complex emotions
before she schooled her expression.

Her body turned stiffly toward the entrance, Where Lu Yuan appeared—dressed in simple yet elegant black robes, his refined handsomeness accentuated by a newfound aura of quiet confidence.

When their eyes met, Bai Xin’er’s gaze held a strange, almost haunted quality.

Lu Yuan approached the throne, simultaneously analyzing her microexpressions.

The original host had rejected her cruelly.

Though he bore no responsibility, he needed to resolve this awkward history.

An oppressive silence descended.

Not a word was exchanged even after Lu Yuan took his seat.

“Holy Maiden Bai… I’m told you have urgent matters to discuss?”

Lu Yuan broke the ice with slightly strained casualness.

“Mn.”

Bai Xin’er nodded curtly.

Then—

More suffocating quiet.

Her thoughts visibly churned, yet no words emerged.

Outside, the crowd of eavesdropping guards grew larger by the minute.