The Crazy Fox Demon Devours My Heart - Chapter 24

Grandmother hurried over when she heard the news. Seeing the state inside the prison, she could roughly understand what had happened. Her narrow fox-like eyes swept the surroundings, and to her surprise, the human girl was there as well.

Seeing her, Cangya immediately knelt straight down. “Grandmother, the Young Lord is severely injured. I beg you to release him for treatment. I, Cangya, am willing to take his place in the water prison!”

Grandmother squinted as she saw the wounds on Fox Yan. He had truly injured himself to such an extent…

Yan’er had always been calm and composed. If anything could make him act so impulsively, it could only be this human princess.

For her, he truly disregarded even his own life!

That day in the hall, Yan’er had openly defied her and killed Niu Er. This act caused the clan leaders to whisper among themselves. To appease them, she had reluctantly placed Yan’er in the water prison.

The original plan was to keep him confined for a few days, then find an excuse to release him. But unexpectedly, he broke free from the Xuan Iron Water Prison himself.

The Xuan Iron Water Prison had been considered unbreakable; no demon had ever escaped since its construction.

Now, with Yan’er’s demonic power, there was likely no one in the entire demon realm who could match him.

The clan leaders’ worry was justified. If Yan’er were to lose control, none could stop him.

Grandmother’s gaze fell on Qingyu. After a long moment of thought, she waved her hand, signaling all the demon guards to withdraw.

“Enough. Take the Young Lord back for now.”

Hearing this, Cangya was elated and hurriedly brought the Young Lord back.

Cangya returned Fox Yan to the lake courtyard and summoned a physician.

When the physician arrived with his medical kit, he was quite shocked. The Young Lord rarely suffered injuries this severe.

His back was stripped bare, covered in fresh wounds. The newest whip wound ran the entire length of his back, deep enough to see the bone, soaked in water and already infected. The rotting flesh needed to be cut away before treatment could continue.

The physician stroked his white beard. “Aside from the new whip wound, there are several other injuries that seem recent. Why were they left untreated for so long?”

Cangya looked at those yet-to-heal wounds. They were sustained while the Young Lord was gathering medicinal herbs for the princess — herbs that grew only in the dark, guarded by ancient beasts. He had endured the injuries in secret, intending them for her benefit.

The physician carefully cut away the rotting flesh from his back, applied medicine, and bandaged the wounds. By the time he was done, he was sweating profusely. Seeing the injuries on Yan’er’s wrist, he shook his head. “These were clearly forced, violent injuries. If more pressure had been applied, he could have lost his hands.”

What had happened to make him so merciless to himself?

External injuries were manageable, but his internal injuries were extremely severe. Even the physician had no immediate solution for them.

Grandmother entered the room, glancing coldly at Qingyu standing by the door.

Cangya knew that with Grandmother’s presence, the Young Lord would have hope.

“How is Yan’er?”

Physician: “The external injuries are now stable, but the internal injuries are extremely serious.”

Grandmother looked at Fox Yan’s pale face, memories of the past flashing through her mind.

Yan’er had been a disciplined, obedient child, meticulous in managing demon affairs, always leading by example, placing himself in danger first. The demon citizens adored him — he was born to be a king of the demon realm.

Yet he had foolishly acted for the sake of that human girl.

If I don’t let that girl go, will you stake your life for her?

Grandmother raised her hand, letting her vast demonic power flow, restoring Yan’er’s damaged meridians and internal organs.

Cangya bowed. “Thank you, Grandmother!”

The water prison had been destroyed. She had expected severe punishment, yet Grandmother not only released the Young Lord but also treated his internal injuries.

After the treatment, Grandmother withdrew her power. Her white hair at the temples had grown longer.

Fox Yan’s pale face finally regained some color.

Yan’er, this is your last chance. The girl you love will remain by your side — may you not commit any further reckless acts.

As Grandmother left, she stopped Qingyu, her eyes containing a veiled threat. “Yan’er loves you. Whether you have feelings for him or not, you must serve him wholeheartedly and stay by his side. If you cause him harm again, I will not forgive you.”

With that, she swept her sleeves and departed.

Qingyu’s heart churned. He loves me? Or is it merely because I relieve his suffering?

After the physician left, Fuyin led Qingyu inside to check on him.

The person lying on the bed was pale, his striking features made more fragile by the loosened black hair cascading to one side, no longer so aggressive.

“Princess, how did the Young Lord get injured so badly this time?”

Qingyu studied him for a long moment, then said calmly, “He lost control of himself.”

Fuyin: “Ah?”

Cangya brought medicine and attempted to feed it to the Young Lord, but all of it spilled from the corners of his mouth — not a drop entered.

Cangya hurriedly wiped the medicine off the pillow, frustrated. “What do we do if he won’t take the medicine?”

Fuyin’s eyes lit up. “I read in the storybooks — when medicine won’t go in, it’s mouth-to-mouth!”

Both Cangya and Fuyin turned to Qingyu.

Qingyu’s lips twitched slightly, a bit embarrassed. She took the medicine bowl.

Grasping both sides of Fox Yan’s face, she poured the medicine directly into his open mouth and quickly lifted his chin, holding his lips shut firmly.

Fuyin thought: So simple and forceful?

Cangya thought: With the princess being so inconsiderate, the Young Lord will have a hard time in the future…

After finishing, Qingyu tapped Fuyin on the head. “Stop reading those storybooks; you’ve rotted your brain.”

Cangya wanted to speak but hesitated. “The physician said someone must stay with the Young Lord tonight. Your Highness, please stay with him.”

With the princess present, the Young Lord’s recovery would be faster.

Late at night, only Qingyu remained by his bedside.

The Young Lord’s breathing was rapid, his face flushed. Qingyu touched his forehead — it was burning hot.

She dampened a cloth, wrung it out slightly, and gently wiped his fevered face.

The heat temporarily subsided. After several rounds of fresh water, Qingyu pressed her hand to Fox Yan’s face, checking if the fever had abated.

In his sleep, Fox Yan suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed her hand. His eyes, misty from the fever, seemed even more alluring.

Qingyu thought he was awake, but seeing his blurry gaze, she realized he couldn’t see clearly. He held her hand against his chest and closed his eyes again.

Was he delirious from the fever?

His palm was hot and burning. Qingyu tried to pull her hand away, but he gripped tightly. She couldn’t free herself no matter how hard she tried.

She looked at the deeply sleeping Fox Yan on the bed, exhaling in exasperation. Even asleep, he still had boundless strength!