After His Demise, the Demon Lord's Doted Canary Finally Sees the Light - Chapter 21

Under the “unintentional” guidance of the demon healer, Qiu Fuxue was imprisoned as a suspect.

All the maids working in the kitchen today were trustworthy; only Qiu Fuxue, the “outsider,” had touched the medicinal soup. Moreover, Gu Mian often punished him, so if he held a grudge, there was plenty of motive.

In the prison cell, the wrist with the golden shackles was now bound with another layer of iron chains. The other end of the chain was firmly embedded in the cold wall.

Qiu Fuxue hung his head, his beautiful peach blossom eyes tightly closed. His water-soaked clothes revealed a chest covered in scars. If not for his faint breathing, one would truly think he had stopped breathing.

“Sigh—”

A sigh came from deep within the prison cell. A handsome young man was sprawled out next to the only wooden table, his fingers restlessly toying with a faint ghost fire.

“Life is too boring,” the young man lamented, looking up at the ceiling.

At the moment, Qiu Fuxue was the only one in the cell. He kept his eyes closed, unmoved.

Seeing his lack of reaction, the young man pretended to be even more dramatic and sighed louder.

Qiu Fuxue continued to play dead.

“Tsk!” His usual trick failed, so the young man pulled his leg off the wooden table, folded his arms, and walked to the door of Qiu Fuxue’s cell.

“Hey, Little Immortal Master, please do me a favor and open your eyes, will you?”

Hearing this, Qiu Fuxue opened his eyes, glanced at him, and then closed them again.

“…”

“How boring. No wonder the Venerable One doesn’t want you anymore.”

Upon hearing this, Qiu Fuxue finally reacted. He half-opened his eyes, and his listless gaze flickered. “He sent me here for another purpose.”

The night he exposed Jiufang Cangze’s conspiracy, the other party had asked him for a favor. He didn’t know what it was, but it was no coincidence that he was put with Ye Zhu after his injury had just healed.

But even if he spoke about these things, no one would believe him. They would probably just see it as him trying to sow discord.

“For what purpose?” The young man was very interested in talking to Qiu Fuxue. “You dared to poison the Young Master’s medicinal soup, and the only reason you’re still alive is because of the Venerable One. You should be grateful to him.”

Qiu Fuxue lifted his eyelids and stared at him without a word.

The young man felt a chill from his stare. “Alright, alright, if you don’t want to hear it, I won’t say it…”

“Let’s talk about something else. Do you know that the Venerable One recently brought a little beauty back from a brothel?”

“…”

This topic was even worse than the previous one.

Qiu Fuxue moved his sore wrists, speaking weakly, “Jiufang Cangze and Ye Zhu have suffered many defeats at my hands. There’s no need to compare me to a prostitute from a brothel.”

He was an Immortal Master, shouldering the heavy responsibilities of the Immortal Sect, and naturally had his own pride.

“That’s a wrong way of thinking,” the young man knocked on the cell door, pouring cold water on his pride. “A tiger in a vulnerable position can be bullied by a dog. A Phoenix in distress is not as good as a chicken! Since you’ve been captured here, you should recognize your identity.”

Qiu Fuxue frowned. “You talk too much.”

The young man chuckled, showing two small canine teeth. “Just exchanging some feelings. I’m so bored guarding this place alone.”

As soon as he finished speaking, hurried footsteps were heard from the dungeon entrance. Following that, an angry roar made the burning ghost fire tremble.

“Fifteen—! Are you slacking off again!”

Hearing the commotion, Fifteen immediately sat back down at the table, pointed at Qiu Fuxue, and innocently retorted, “I’m not. He said he wasn’t feeling well, so I went over to help him.”

Qiu Fuxue blinked, speechless.

The captain of the guards entered with a long sword on his shoulder, glaring fiercely at Fifteen. “It’s none of your business even if he dies in there! Your task is to watch him and make sure he doesn’t escape!”

“Yes! I guarantee I’ll complete the task!” Fifteen swore, raising a finger.

“Hmph!” The captain of the guards snorted. “Qiu Fuxue’s identity is special. If you make a mistake like you did a few times before, be careful, the General will want your head!”

With that, he huffed and puffed his way out with his sword, as if the sole purpose of his trip was just to scold Fifteen.

Qiu Fuxue listened to their conversation. It seemed there were no prisoners in this cell because of Fifteen’s mistakes in supervision.

For a moment, Qiu Fuxue even wanted to ask Lunling to come and see that there was someone here even more troublesome than him.

“Ye Zhu isn’t a benevolent person. Why is he so tolerant of you? What is so special about you?” Qiu Fuxue took pity on him and took the initiative to ask.

As soon as he heard the captain of the guards leave, Fifteen crept back over, spreading his hands helplessly. “Maybe my outstanding talent fascinated him. Of course, the fact that he’s my cousin is also very important.”

“…So that’s it.”

He was a beneficiary of nepotism, no wonder.

The cell was damp and cold, and the chill made Qiu Fuxue cough. “Cough… Since you have a connection with Ye Zhu, why were you sent to guard the cell?”

Getting in through the back door and ending up in this situation was also quite a failure.

They were separated by a dark cell door. The faint ghost fire reflected on the young man’s profile, and his thick eyelashes cast a shadow beneath his eyes.

Fifteen glanced at Qiu Fuxue. “Who said I was sent here? I asked to come here myself. It’s peaceful.”

This person’s ability to talk back was on par with Lunling’s. Qiu Fuxue closed his eyes and said nothing more.

Someone was trying to harm Gu Mian, and this touched Ye Zhu’s bottom line. Capturing Qiu Fuxue wasn’t the end of it. The General’s residence was lit up all night long. Everyone who had come into contact with the medicinal soup, starting with the ingredients, was investigated.

Finally, in the side room where Qiu Fuxue was staying, a bottle of poison identical to the one in the medicinal soup was found.

No matter how the poison was obtained, all the evidence now pointed to Qiu Fuxue.

The next morning, Fifteen, full and well-rested, strolled into the dungeon and knocked on the cell door, waking up the groggy Qiu Fuxue.

“My cousin says he wants to report to the Venerable One and then take care of you. Are you afraid?”

Qiu Fuxue lowered his head, his expression unclear. “…Please bother the Great General.”

Whether he escaped or died, it would be a good outcome as long as his pure spirit body did not fall into Jiufang Cangze’s hands.

But it would be difficult for Ye Zhu to inform Jiufang Cangze before killing him.

Fifteen’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized this body that all living creatures yearned for. “My cousin doesn’t want people to know about Gu Mian’s existence, so he’ll definitely find another excuse to execute you. But the Venerable One is obsessed with beautiful women, so he probably won’t be able to pay attention for a while.”

Qiu Fuxue looked up. “Why are you telling me so much? What do you want?”

Fifteen’s lips curved into a smile, and with a wave of his hand, demonic energy fluctuated. The cell door slammed shut, cutting off the light and sound from outside.

“Qiu Fuxue, do you want me to take you out?”

Qiu Fuxue’s fair fingers tightened on the iron chains, and a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes. “You have no reason to help me.”

“Of course I do, but I can’t tell you yet.”

Fifteen dropped his usual frivolous demeanor, and his whole body exuded a dangerous aura.