The Crazy Fox Demon Devours My Heart - Chapter 27

With the Young Master’s coming-of-age ceremony imminent, even the usually quiet lakeside courtyard became lively.

Shui He knocked lightly on the door, holding a set of ceremonial clothes. “Young Master, the clothes for the coming-of-age ceremony are ready. Would you like to try them on?”

Hu Yan had changed attire—his dark robes and black hair made him impossibly handsome. He walked toward Qingyu, eyes warm and full of affection. “A Yu, you’ll come see me on the day of the ceremony, won’t you?”

Qingyu’s heart skipped a beat. Her gaze faltered, avoiding those burning eyes.

“Yes.”

Receiving the answer he desired, Hu Yan’s deep eyes curved like crescent moons, and his voice was low and pleasant. “After the ceremony, we shall be married. A Yu, you must wait for me.”

As the ceremony approached, many affairs demanded Hu Yan’s attention, keeping him busy.

When Ye Die’er saw Hu Yan leave, she carried a tray of pastries and approached Qingyu, speaking sweetly, “Your Highness, these are newly delivered treats. Please, try them.”

Qingyu glanced at the treats but, disliking overly sweet flavors, didn’t touch them.

Seeing her hesitation, Ye Die’er pinched a piece and brought it to Qingyu’s mouth, her tone coquettish. “Your Highness, why hesitate? Eat it.”

Qingyu, sensing the urgency in her expression, became cautious. Pretending indifference, she picked up a book and leaned against the low couch. “I’ve already eaten breakfast. If you enjoy these treats, you may have them yourself.”

Ye Die’er’s grip on the chopsticks tightened, the force so great it seemed she might snap them. She had placed poison in these sweets, assuming Qingyu would eat them as she did with previous offerings. But Qingyu’s vigilance was far stronger than anticipated.

“Still not leaving?” Qingyu’s eyes remained downcast, focused on her book. A faint chill entered her voice.

Ye Die’er did not move.

When Qingyu finally looked up, an unusual fragrance hit her, and her book slipped from her hands. Her dark pupils went blank as she stared ahead, dazed.

Ye Die’er advanced slowly, holding the pastry, her voice hypnotic: “Your Highness, eat this.”

Obediently, Qingyu opened her mouth slightly, swallowing the treat.

Satisfied, Ye Die’er took her hand and coquettishly said, “Come with me, Your Highness.”

Like a puppet whose strings were pulled, Qingyu followed step by step, dazed, leaving the room.

Fu Yin, searching the house, noticed the princess was missing and became puzzled.

“Strange… the princess usually reads here. Why isn’t she today?”

Assuming Qingyu was elsewhere, Fu Yin began searching the rest of the lakeside courtyard. After checking everywhere without finding her, panic set in.

The princess was gone!

Had she ventured out alone again? What if she encountered danger like last time?

She had to find the princess—but how could she navigate the unfamiliar demon realm alone?

Right! Cangya could help her search.

Hu Yan was discussing affairs inside when commotion came from the door—Fu Yin’s voice, frantic and breathless.

“Young Master is busy with important matters. If you need something, wait a moment, and I will summon him,” Cangya said.

“No! Waiting isn’t an option!”

Clutching her side, gasping for breath, Fu Yin shouted, “The princess is missing!”

Cangya: “Could she have gone out for leisure? Don’t panic. I’ll help you look.”

Fu Yin immediately grabbed Cangya to search.

Suddenly, the previously closed door burst open. Hu Yan strode out, his expression fierce. “When did she go missing?”

Before Fu Yin could respond, Hu Yan vanished in an instant, so fast that even Cangya couldn’t react.

Inside the council hall, everyone exchanged looks—some sighed, some frustrated. The Young Master had left? All for a girl? How ridiculous!

Ye Die’er led Qingyu to a secluded valley where a clear stream ran, birds chirped, and a small wooden cabin stood. A man waited silently in front of it.

Fox Cui raised an eyebrow, eyes lingering on Qingyu. Just as he reached to pull her into his arms, Ye Die’er stepped forward, blocking him.

She deliberately positioned herself, hiding Qingyu behind her. “Second Young Master, why the rush?”

“Do you remember your promise to me?” Ye Die’er toyed with a lock of Fox Cui’s hair, trailing her fingers down his neck and chest.

Fox Cui grasped her mischievous hand, pressing it to his lips. “Of course I remember. Once it’s done, I’ll ensure you become the Young Master’s wife.”

Satisfied, Ye Die’er withdrew her hand and stepped aside, letting Fox Cui carry Qingyu into the cabin.

Watching him leave, Ye Die’er felt a twinge of admiration. This Second Young Master was not bad—less cold than the Young Master and more considerate—but he wasn’t the Elder Lady’s chosen. He was destined never to become the future ruler of the demon realm. Ye Die’er, however, was determined to marry the Young Master, so her focus remained on Hu Yan.

Hearing movements inside, Ye Die’er left with a coquettish smile.

Inside the cabin, everything was clean and neatly arranged. A soft bed was laid out on a spacious couch.

Qingyu’s body reacted violently to the toxin; her breath became rapid, her rosy lips parted, and her cool skin flushed faintly red. Beads of sweat formed like pearls, sliding slowly down the disheveled neckline.

Fox Cui inhaled sharply, his face twisted with desire. Qingyu’s sweet fragrance was like poppy, intoxicating and impossible to resist. He had first noticed it when he met her under the tree—the scent alone made him lose reason, wishing he could devour her entirely. Were it not for his deep demon power, even he might have succumbed on the spot.

He could not bear the thought of her dying; such a delicacy should be savored slowly in the future.

Hu Yan treated her as a treasure, keeping her so protected that Fox Cui could never make his move. He longed for the wedding after the coming-of-age ceremony—but he would not let that happen.

He wanted to see Hu Yan go mad if the person he cherished was violated. If Hu Yan did anything reckless, even the Elder Lady might not save him.

Qingyu’s body burned with fever, her breath hot, eyes wide and unfocused. Her once calm demeanor was gone, replaced by an alluring, spring-like beauty.

The thin belt around her waist was within reach. Fox Cui’s fingers began to undo it, a triumphant smile on his face as he anticipated what lay beneath.

Just as the knot began to loosen, Fox Cui’s expression suddenly changed. He turned his head toward the door, face stern.

They had arrived so quickly! Damn it!

Reluctantly, Fox Cui gazed at the prize on the bed, gritted his teeth, and swiftly slipped out the window, disappearing without a trace.