After His Demise, the Demon Lord's Doted Canary Finally Sees the Light - Chapter 18

After leaving Qingming Palace, the effect of the Joy Parasite lasted for a shorter time. Qiu Fuxue was assigned the lowest-level servant work and often wavered between moments of clarity and confusion.

His hands and feet were weighed down by shackles. His emaciated body laboriously carried a bucket of water toward the kitchen.

Ye Chu returned from outside and passed through the corridor, just in time to see this scene.

The shackles were made of pure gold and refined with magic. There was no way to open them with ordinary methods. The sunlight shone on them, reflecting a bright line. Ye Chu’s heart ached for a moment. He regretted that Qiu Fuxue, a respectable opponent, should not be treated this way.

But it was only a fleeting thought. After all, nothing was more important than Gu Mian in his heart.

In that moment of distraction, he heard a “splash.” The sturdy wooden bucket fell to the ground, and all the water spilled out.

Qiu Fuxue clutched his head in agony, shivering and twitching in the water.

The Joy Parasite was exerting its most potent effect.

A trace of doubt flashed in Ye Chu’s eyes. He took a step forward to check on him.

“Ugh…”

Qiu Fuxue’s face was flushed. He let out a low moan. The feeling of being scorched by a raging fire made him rub against the cold ground.

“You…” Ye Chu knew at a glance that this was the effect of the Joy Parasite’s lust. He quickly turned around, unwilling to look. “You can figure out a way to deal with it yourself.”

Since the feast that day, Jiufang Cangze had repeatedly ordered Qiu Fuxue to do inappropriate things. Now, he was secretly activating the power of the Joy Parasite. Ye Chu didn’t know what he was trying to do.

“Ugh… Great General!” Qiu Fuxue was tormented by the sudden heat and was losing his mind. He crawled to his feet, using his hands and feet, and grabbed onto Ye Chu’s robe, refusing to let go.

In his subconscious mind, he believed that he had been abandoned by the Demon Lord because he hadn’t pleased Ye Chu. Therefore, as long as he served Ye Chu well, he could return to the side of the person he loved.

“Let go!” Ye Chu reprimanded him sharply. This was in the manor. If Gu Mian saw this, he was afraid it would cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

However, the seemingly weak person had an unknown source of strength. He clung to Ye Chu and pounced on him, and the water from the spilled bucket soaked both their clothes.

“Qiu Fuxue, are you crazy?!” Ye Chu couldn’t control his emotions and kicked him away. The frail body hit the hard stone pillar behind him and rolled a few times on the ground.

The loud noise attracted the servants. Soon, Gu Mian also rushed over.

“A’Mian!” Although he hadn’t done anything, Ye Chu still felt a little guilty and explained everything that had happened.

After hearing him out, Gu Mian took out a handkerchief and wiped the stains from Ye Chu’s robe. He then commanded the servants, “Find a room and lock Qiu Fuxue inside! Lock all the doors and windows!”

The kick from Ye Chu had caused internal injuries to Qiu Fuxue. Blood was on the corners of his mouth. His eyes were lifeless, and his body was still twitching. He was dragged away by the servants without any resistance, looking miserable and pitiful.

He was mercilessly thrown into an empty room. After regaining some strength, the heat tormented him to the point of wanting to die. The lust had taken over his mind. He pounded on the door, crying incoherently.

“Ugh… it hurts so much, ugh… Demon Lord, save me…”

The doors and windows were sealed. No matter how much he scratched with his ten fingers until they bled, he couldn’t get out.

A few hours passed. Gu Mian sat at a table, absentmindedly holding a bowl of medicine. “If this thing can’t be relieved in time, he might be in danger of losing his life.”

After all, Qiu Fuxue was a gift from the Demon Lord. If he were to die in just a few days, it would only increase the animosity between Ye Chu and the Demon Lord.

Ye Chu changed his clothes and sat down next to Gu Mian, pulling him into his arms. “If he dies, so be it. I’ll explain it to the Demon Lord.”

Gu Mian leaned against his shoulder, feeling the temperature of the medicine gradually cool. “Master, am I causing you trouble again…?”

“Of course not.” Ye Chu’s face was full of tenderness. “Don’t overthink it. Just rest and get better. I’ll handle everything else.”

As night fell, Qiu Fuxue was tired from crying in the room. His robe was torn in many places, revealing a patch of his fair shoulder. He was sprawled on the ground, gripping the shackles and sobbing.

Suddenly, a red light flashed in the dark room, and then a tall figure stood in front of him.

The feeling of being burned alive seared his mind. Qiu Fuxue blinked his tear-filled eyes, unable to see who the person was. But he stumbled and crawled toward them.

For him, it didn’t matter who it was. As long as they could alleviate his desire, it was fine.

This was the first time Jiufang Cangze had felt him be so enthusiastic, but he wasn’t in a hurry. He caught the body in his arms and squeezed it hard, and a miserable scream rang out in his ears.

“Shameless. Do you want anyone you see?”

Although it hurt, that burning feeling… Qiu Fuxue tore his robe into pieces, leaving only a strap uselessly tied around his waist.

“Please, Great General… please…”

So he thought he was Ye Chu.

Jiufang Cangze’s lips tightened. He raised his hand and gave him a slap.

The bloody cheek quickly swelled. Qiu Fuxue gasped for a moment, as if he couldn’t feel the pain. He continued to rub against the person, begging.

Bang! His fragile body was thrown onto the hard bed. Jiufang Cangze loomed over him. “Qiu Fuxue, remember tonight!”

“Mmm…”

A hoarse, suppressed moan echoed in the room. Along with the creaking of the wooden bed, the sound continued throughout the night.

The next day, as soon as dawn broke, Ye Chu got up from the bed. He gently tucked the covers around the person beside him and put on his clothes to go check on the room.

The seal on the door was still there, but he keenly sensed the power fluctuations inside the room.

Ye Chu’s brows furrowed. He undid the seal, but before he could push the door open, it was opened from the inside.

After seeing the person who came out of the room, he was stunned. He quickly knelt down and bowed. “This subordinate greets the Demon Lord!”

“Get up,” Jiufang Cangze said, closing the door and glancing at him. “Don’t let him know I was here.”

After saying that, the imposing figure disappeared.

Ye Chu looked at the spot where Jiufang Cangze had been, deep in thought. He then placed another seal on the door.

Qiu Fuxue was awakened from his restless sleep. He felt weak all over, and his throat was dry and painful.

A wave of coldness washed over him. He looked down and saw that he was naked and disheveled on the bed.

After the ordeal of the previous night, the Joy Parasite had lost its effect. The memories of these past days rushed into his mind.

…

“Clang!” The wooden bed shook, and a lot of debris fell off.

Qiu Fuxue’s fists were clenched so tight his knuckles hurt, but it still couldn’t stop the hatred he felt for Jiufang Cangze.

He was so disgusting…

He had been sent to Ye Chu’s manor, but the other person clearly had someone he loved. He feared the days ahead would be difficult.

But last night… was it Ye Chu?

He vigorously rubbed the purple bruises on his waist, but they wouldn’t go away. The tears of grievance overflowed.

Even if he didn’t understand love, this kind of private matter should not be shared with others.

Especially since Ye Chu already had a lover.

His body was in so much pain that it felt like it was falling apart. Qiu Fuxue rolled over and fell off the bed. He tasted blood in his mouth. He lay on the ground and cried for a while. In the end, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

He was disgusted with himself, too.