The Crazy Fox Demon Devours My Heart - Chapter 13
Lin Nanny and Fuyin were both stunned when they saw the man who had come.
This wasn’t…
He wasn’t a disciple of the cultivation sect at all—he was a demon!
The bridal veil blocked Qingyu’s sight, so she couldn’t see who it was.
The surroundings grew quiet. Even Fuyin, who was usually the most talkative, didn’t make a sound.
She must have seen something astonishing. Could it be that this emissary was unusual?
A gust of wind passed, lifting the veil just slightly. Through the slit, Qingyu caught sight of the hem of a man’s robe—dark crimson.
Along with the wind came a faint fragrance.
This scent… felt strangely familiar.
If he was someone she knew, things would be easier. Lin Nanny opened her mouth to step forward, but the man shot her a sidelong glance, stopping her in her tracks.
Her smile stiffened. She couldn’t guess what he meant, so she had no choice but to withdraw and wait.
Qingyu vaguely saw the man extend a hand toward her—his fingers clean, slender, and elegant. Even when she didn’t respond, he waited patiently.
What did this mean?
After a moment’s hesitation, Qingyu slowly placed her hand atop his wrist, separated by the sleeve of her robe.
Fuyin frowned. What was this supposed to mean? Men and women should maintain propriety. By tradition, it should have been her, the maid, who helped the princess into the carriage.
Even in the palace, only eunuchs were permitted to support their masters’ hands!
This wedding emissary had mocked them earlier, and now he was breaking protocol again!
She was about to step forward and object, but Lin Nanny caught her arm.
Lin Nanny motioned for her to look ahead.
When Fuyin’s gaze shifted forward toward the “carriage,” her jaw dropped in shock.
Before them crouched a giant eagle, its back fitted with a platform for riders. Even at rest, its body was the height of a palace. When its wings stretched wide, they blotted out the sky, and beside it, humans were as small as mice or rabbits.
Its eyes were the size of boulders, sharp and intimidating. To be stared at by it made one’s bl00d run cold.
And tied to its chest—was a massive red flower. The sight was absurd. The eagle clearly hated wearing it, tilting its body as if to hide the ridiculous ornament, though it dared not tear it off.
It was enormous, so much so that only when it shifted did they notice what followed behind it.
Everyone gasped sharply.
Behind the giant eagle marched a vast host of ferocious tigers. White-furred and golden-furred beasts stood in two neat rows.
Each was massive, with claws like blades and fangs bared. Strangely, each one also wore a large red flower tied around its neck.
The scene was bizarre to the extreme.
Fuyin’s knees went weak. Was this really a wedding procession?
Anyone who didn’t know would think an army was marching off to war.
The man led Qingyu forward slowly, deliberately matching her pace.
Unable to see clearly beneath the veil, she let him guide her. Suddenly, her body lifted into the air. Instinctively, she gripped his arm.
In just a moment, she landed again, managing to steady herself—only to realize the ground beneath her feet was different.
What she stepped on was soft and fluffy, like brown feathers.
The man lifted the curtain of the carriage and helped her inside. Once she was seated, he turned as if to leave.
“My maid?” Qingyu asked.
Why wasn’t Fuyin with her? That timid girl must be terrified.
But the man gave no reply. He only stepped out of the carriage.
Standing tall before it was Hu Yan, his figure long and proud. At the cry of the eagle, wings spread wide, it soared into the sky.
The carriage swayed violently. Qingyu gripped the edges tightly. After a dizzying moment, it steadied.
The veil was in her way. She tore it off and tossed it aside, calmly taking in her surroundings.
The carriage was finely made, carved from black nanmu wood. The interior was spacious, its decor simple yet elegant. The windows on either side were shaped like full moons, carved with intricate patterns.
When she looked carefully, she realized the carvings connected to form a giant nine-tailed fox. Its nine tails wrapped around the entire carriage, while the moon-shaped windows were held within its mouth—strange and unsettling.
The atmosphere grew heavy. For an instant, she imagined herself trapped between the fox’s jaws. A wave of discomfort crept over her.
She lifted the curtain. Beneath her was nothing but endless sky—they were soaring above the clouds.
And on the eagle’s back, before the carriage, stood the man. His posture was tall and steady, utterly unshaken by the bird’s flight.
The eagle soared higher, golden sunlight bathing the man’s striking features. His beauty was breathtaking, his robes fluttering in the wind, a figure like an immortal descended to the mortal world.
Below, the tiger horde thundered forward in unison, shaking the earth. Birds scattered, and beasts fled.
Seeing Qingyu taken away, Lin Nanny did not interfere. Her task was done. The Empress was waiting for her report—she needed to hurry back.
Fuyin, panicked, cried out as she ran: “Princess! Wait for me!”
But no human legs could outrun four beastly ones. She was soon left behind, sobbing breathlessly.
Just then, something bit into her clothes and swung her up onto its back.
Her screams rang out as she clutched at thick fur.
A wolf’s howl followed, impatient: “Shut up!”
The voice was oddly familiar.
Opening her eyes, she realized it was a massive white wolf that had picked her up—and now she was riding on its back.
The wolf dashed forward like the wind, soon catching up with the tiger horde.
The gale tore at her face until it stung, forcing her to bury her head in its fur.
Beyond Fuguang Town lay a vast desert. The blazing sun scorched the golden sands until they burned to the touch.
The jolting ride wore her down. Her lips cracked and peeled under the sun’s assault, but she dared not let go, clinging desperately.
Falling here meant certain death.
Above the clouds, the carriage was an oven under the blazing heat.
Qingyu dabbed sweat from her neck with a handkerchief, worrying about Fuyin. Could that timid girl endure such torment?
Just as she thought this, a cool chill spread through the carriage, driving away the heat. She relaxed, her body soothed.
She lifted her gaze to the man outside the curtain.
Through the gauzy window, she couldn’t see clearly. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had seen him before.
On the ground, the tigers never paused. Soon, they reached the edge of a green oasis.
The white wolf stopped at the front. Exhausted, Fuyin finally collapsed to the ground.
The wolf transformed into human form, sneering: “Fragile little thing.”
From above, the eagle dove, landing swiftly.
The carriage steadied. Qingyu guessed they had arrived. She rose and stepped out, ignoring the discarded veil.
The man before the carriage turned, smiling gently at her, his gaze soft as water.
“Princess, please alight.”
When she finally saw his face, surprise flickered in her eyes.
It was him…
He was the emissary of the Demon Clan.
No wonder he had appeared back when they reached Fuguang Town—he must have been waiting all along.
Together they descended to the oasis.
Qingyu immediately spotted Fuyin on the ground. She hurried over and helped her up. The girl’s palms were raw and bleeding, her lips cracked and peeling.
Qingyu cradled Fuyin’s wounded hands, gently blowing on them before turning toward Hu Yan, her eyes burning with anger.
“This is how the Demon Clan treats its guests?”
Tears welled in Fuyin’s eyes as she tugged at Qingyu’s sleeve. “Princess, it doesn’t hurt.”
After all, they were in the Demon Realm. If the princess clashed with them for her sake, she would be at a disadvantage.
Hu Yan hadn’t expected this. His gaze turned cold as it fell on Cangya.
Cangya shifted guiltily, unable to meet his eyes.
The young master had only said to bring the maid—he hadn’t said how. And he did deliver her safely, didn’t he?
It wasn’t his fault she was so delicate…
But looking at her bloody palms and tearful eyes, he thought humans really were weak. He still didn’t understand why his young master, with so many beauties in the Demon Realm to choose from, was fixated on marrying this fragile human princess.
For her sake, he had even quarreled with the Grand Matron.
The official wedding escort had been knocked unconscious by the young master himself, who sneaked out to welcome the princess in person.
The elders had always been harsh with him—now they must be furious.
And when the young master returned, he would surely face punishment.