After His Demise, the Demon Lord's Doted Canary Finally Sees the Light - Chapter 17

Inside Qingming Palace, the hall, once filled with the clinking of glasses, was now wrapped in a deathly silence.

The slender figure, dressed in only a loose white robe, had tears streaming down his face. His lips were tightly sealed, and he knelt with a straight back directly below the main seat.

The Joy Parasite had been integrated with a drop of heart’s blood, making his body and mind loyal to only one person. Qiu Fuxue looked at Jiufang Cangze with a hint of stubbornness, his demeanor determined to defy the absurd command.

Jiufang Cangze looked down at him, his presence ice-cold. “What is the meaning of this?”

Qiu Fuxue’s eyes were red, and he shook his head with a firm gaze.

In an instant, Jiufang Cangze’s face darkened. Ye Chu, who was closest, could clearly feel the chilling aura.

The Demon Lord was truly angry.

The demons below could all tell that Qiu Fuxue had been given the Joy Parasite, but they didn’t expect this person to be as stubborn as a mule, still able to anger the Demon Lord after taking such an obedient drug.

Some who were lusting after his beauty now withdrew their lewd gazes, quietly waiting to see how the Demon Lord would handle this arrogant little immortal.

The smooth, dark floor exuded a chilling cold. In a short while, Qiu Fuxue could no longer kneel. His body swayed.

It was at this moment that Jiufang Cangze slowly rose, descended the steps, and stopped in front of the kneeling person. Then, he grabbed his neck and effortlessly lifted him off the ground.

“Ugh… cough, cough, cough!” The wine in his mouth trickled down the corners of his lips onto Jiufang Cangze’s hand. Some flowed into his suffocating throat, causing him to cough.

The Demon Lord’s face was filled with anger. He condensed a ball of demonic energy in his other palm and ruthlessly struck the person, sending him flying. “Useless thing!”

In an instant, the white robe billowed. The frail body fell to the ground like a butterfly with a broken wing, meeting the floor with a splash of red.

Jiufang Cangze had used about half of his strength in that blow. The person, unable to bear the torment, hit his head and bled. His hair was a mess on the floor. He lay still for a long time, having passed out.

“Ye Chu,” Jiufang Cangze said, walking to the unconscious person and glancing at the general. “I’m tired of playing with this little thing. Take him back as a pastime, and don’t forget to get back the defeats you suffered at his hands before.”

After speaking, he stepped over Qiu Fuxue’s body and left, his dark robes fluttering in the wind.

Seeing their once high-and-mighty enemy in such a miserable state, the demons felt a sense of relief. After a period of murmuring, they all turned their attention to Ye Chu.

Rumors said that the Rakshasa General was very close to one of his personal guards. Bringing back the concubine that the Demon Lord had insisted on gifting him, they wondered what kind of bloody storm would ensue.

Qiu Fuxue woke up with his head covered in dried blood. His mind was a bit scattered. He eventually realized that he was in a luxurious carriage that was swaying back and forth.

He reached out to touch his throbbing forehead and got a handful of crimson blood.

“If you’re awake, kneel properly.”

A cold voice came from above. Only then did Qiu Fuxue notice that Ye Chu was also there.

“Great General…” An unpleasant guess appeared in his mind.

Ye Chu looked straight ahead. “The Demon Lord has bestowed you upon me. You’d better behave.”

A lightning bolt struck the dark clouds in his heart. Qiu Fuxue bit his lower lip, tears welling up in his eyes. He gripped the golden chains and knelt upright.

Ye Chu watched his every move from the corner of his eye. This Qiu Fuxue was completely different from the immortal lord in his memory who never held back his moves.

A phoenix in distress is not as good as a chicken. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Qiu Fuxue was now a drowned chicken.

The demonic beast pulling the carriage stopped in front of a majestic mansion. Ye Chu got out of the carriage. A man holding a dim lantern in the darkness was waiting at the main gate to greet him.

Almost at the sight of the man, Ye Chu’s cold expression softened, as if a thousand-year-old ice had melted.

“Master.” Gu Mian smiled and quickly took two steps to Ye Chu’s side.

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting?”

Ye Chu saw that he was thinly dressed. He held the hand holding the lantern and felt its temperature, which was a bit cold. “You’re not well. You don’t have to wait for me for so long from now on.”

A warmth spread through Gu Mian’s heart. “It’s nothing. I just wanted to see you quickly.”

Suddenly, the clanking of shackles broke the romantic atmosphere.

Qiu Fuxue climbed out of the carriage, his face covered in dirt. His knees were swollen and painful. He stumbled and fell to the ground.

Gu Mian couldn’t see his face clearly, but the sight of a disheveled person in Ye Chu’s carriage cast a shadow over his cheerful mood.

“Who is he?” His voice was clearly tinged with jealousy.

Ye Chu had a headache. He put his arm around Gu Mian’s shoulders and whispered a few words in his ear.

After listening, Gu Mian took Ye Chu’s hand and led him back into the mansion.

Qiu Fuxue hit his head. His jumbled memories were like a mess of paste, and he couldn’t straighten them out. Suddenly, an unhappy voice came through.

“Make him kneel and come in.”

…

The skin on his knees was chafed and broken, revealing the bones. His snowy white robe was stained a vibrant red. Qiu Fuxue knelt in the silent courtyard, trembling like a sieve.

Gu Mian smelled the wine on Ye Chu’s body and personally brewed a hangover soup for him.

Ye Chu was worried that Qiu Fuxue’s arrival would upset Gu Mian, so he deliberately took his hand and placed it on his cheek, saying warmly, “A’Mian, you feed me.”

Gu Mian smiled gently, and as he was told, he scooped a spoonful with a porcelain spoon and brought it to Ye Chu’s lips. “Master, how do you plan to deal with him?”

It was clear that the matter hadn’t passed.

Ye Chu swallowed the hangover soup and sighed quietly. “I don’t know the Demon Lord’s intentions. For now, let’s spare his life. The rest is up to you.”

Although outsiders didn’t know, it was clear inside the mansion that all the power of the Rakshasa General’s manor was in Gu Mian’s hands. He was half the master. The title of a guard was merely a way for Ye Chu to hide and protect him.

As Ye Chu had said, Gu Mian made Qiu Fuxue kneel in the courtyard all night. The next morning, when the servants got up, they found that he had already passed out. His delicate face was lying on the ground, with a large scrape mark.

When Gu Mian received the news, he was having breakfast with Ye Chu. He slowly finished the bowl of medicinal porridge, then lingered with Ye Chu for a while before getting up and going to the courtyard where Qiu Fuxue was punished.

A basin of icy cold water was poured over his head. Qiu Fuxue’s thick and long eyelashes trembled. He opened his pale eyes.

“Qiu Fuxue.”

He heard someone call his name. He propped himself up on his stiff arms and realized it was the same person who had greeted Ye Chu at the main gate last night.

Gu Mian gave a look to the servant next to him. They then went forward and twisted Qiu Fuxue’s arms behind his back, pulling his hair to force him to look up.

“Since you were sent by the Demon Lord, there’s nothing I can do to you.” Gu Mian looked down at the bruised but stunning face, his eyes filled with unconcealed disgust. “But I will return the injuries you left on my master’s body with a vengeance!”

Qiu Fuxue’s consciousness was hazy. That basin of cold water had not been enough to fully wake him. He stared with bewildered eyes, his mind filled with uncertainty. “Me… and the Great General…?”

Some fragmented images flashed through his mind. Under a dark sky, he was in a fluttering white robe, holding a long sword and taking the lives of countless grotesque demonic beasts.