After His Demise, the Demon Lord's Doted Canary Finally Sees the Light - Chapter 58

The sound of breathing grew fainter. Just as Qiu Fuxue  thought the person beside him had fallen asleep, he suddenly heard the other person say, “A-Xue, do you still remember that night in Ye Chu’s manor?”

The calm river of his heart rippled as if a stone had been thrown into it.

Qiu Fuxue’s expression visibly darkened. He pulled back the small piece of quilt covering Jiufang Cangze’s hand. “What do you want to say?”

That night had made him feel disgusted by demons, and disgusted with himself.

His hand felt empty, and warmth was suddenly replaced by cold. Jiufang Cangze curled his fingers, then fumbled for the corner of the quilt and pulled it back.

“Don’t be angry, A-Xue. I want to say that actually… it was me that night.”

“You…?”

The suffocating feeling in his chest finally dissipated. Qiu Fuxue was inexplicably relieved. Then he immediately thought, Does it matter who it was? The shameful thing has already happened. It doesn’t matter who it was.

He tried to convince himself, but another voice in his heart told him that wasn’t the case.

Jiufang Cangze waited quietly. Seeing that he wasn’t going to say anything else, he continued, “Ye Chu never entered the room. You mistook me for him, and I went along with it…”

“So you’re saying you deceived me.” Looking up at the stars, Qiu Fuxue’s voice was devoid of emotion. “Why are you telling me now?”

Jiufang Cangze smiled. “It’s rare to be with you so peacefully. I just wanted to say it.”

In a place Qiu Fuxue couldn’t see, a streak of crimson flowed from the hollow of his eye socket. It was impossible to tell if it was blood or tears.

The truth was, he was just afraid. He was afraid he wouldn’t get out of here. If he didn’t say these things now, he would never have another chance.

Silence fell again, but Jiufang Cangze was uncharacteristically talkative today, determined to break the peace.

“A-Xue, this tribe worships the Butterfly God. Do you have a faith?”

Qiu Fuxue actually stopped and seriously considered the random question.

“My faith… it used to be Yuan Liutian , my master. Now… it’s probably the goddess Taichu.”

At the mention of Taichu, a hint of helplessness flashed across Jiufang Cangze’s face. “Taichu is full of wicked schemes. If you cut her open, she’d be black inside. Aren’t you afraid she’s just like Yuan Liutian?”

“No,” Qiu Fuxue answered decisively. “The goddess is different from Yuan Liutian. At the very least, she truly sacrificed herself for all living beings.”

And she sacrificed her own life. If the goddess Taichu hadn’t been reduced to a remnant soul, the demons wouldn’t be so arrogant.

“What about you?” Qiu Fuxue saw that Jiufang Cangze had no intention of resting, so he asked, “What is your faith?”

The two of them lay under the starry sky, confiding in each other. With their identities set aside, they were truly no different from ordinary friends.

“I…” Jiufang Cangze hesitated for a moment. “I was born for slaughter and sin. I have no faith.”

Qiu Fuxue folded his arms behind his head, admiring the starry sky before the storm. “That makes sense. When you’ve been in a high position for a long time, you’re used to giving away affection, not believing in something.”

From his tone, Jiufang Cangze actually heard a certain vague meaning.

He suddenly explained in a low voice, “I never did that with Du Xiaoshuang …”

“Hm?” Qiu Fuxue turned his head, his eyes filled with confusion. “Why are you suddenly saying this?”

Jiufang Cangze quietly pulled the quilt over half of his body. “I just wanted to let you know.”

With that, he turned over and faced away from Qiu Fuxue. “I’m going to sleep for a bit. Call me when you get up.”

Qiu Fuxue attributed his strange behavior to a minor head injury.

This time, the air truly became quiet. He took out the pendant he had ripped from the nobleman’s waist and held it up, shaking it.

Upon closer inspection, this pendant was different from the Butterfly Fiend (yudie, 羽蝶)’s real remains. The edges and corners were not truly intricate.

This object was a product of mortal craftsmanship. It was too small to be delicate, and if it were bigger, it wouldn’t be easy to carry.

Suddenly, the shrine he had seen in the dark corner of the room popped into his mind.

The young man in the brothel had a shrine that also had a Butterfly Fiend remains, and it was much larger than this pendant.

Qiu Fuxue turned to look at Jiufang Cangze. The latter was sleeping soundly, completely unaware. He quietly got up and covered him with the quilt his sword spirit had transformed into.

“Stay here and watch him. I’ll be right back.”

The sword spirit reluctantly flickered a corner of the quilt. It was worried that if Qiu Fuxue was in danger and the sword and sword spirit were too far apart, it wouldn’t be able to use its full power.

“It’s fine. I can do it.”

Qiu Fuxue pressed the corner of the quilt to the ground. Once the little spirit settled down, he changed his appearance and re-entered the tribal streets.

The situation here was as bizarre as it was in the forest. Stars twinkled in the sky, but the ground was as bright as day.

Without night, the people here didn’t rest. The streets were crowded at all hours.

Qiu Fuxue took out a new set of clothes from his pouch and changed, becoming a complete stranger. He arrived in front of the Xingchun Tower.

The woman at the door was still enthusiastically greeting guests. After leading him into the main hall, she threw herself at him.

Qiu Fuxue nimbly dodged her. He pointed to the young man’s room on the second floor and stated that he wanted him to keep him company.

The woman who was serving him immediately lost interest. She sullenly waved her fan. “Another one here for Chun’er (春兒). He’s resting in his room. You can just go up.”

“Does he have many guests?” Qiu Fuxue could tell from the woman’s tone that Chun’er was not simple.

“You can say that again,” the woman said with a huff, slapping her fan on the table. “And they’re all wealthy and powerful men. I don’t know what kind of charming fox magic he uses to lure them all into his room!”

Maybe it’s not magic. They were probably all his followers.

Qiu Fuxue went up to the second floor and hesitated for a moment in front of Chun’er’s door. Finally, he raised his hand and knocked.

A seductive answer came from inside the room.

He pushed the door open and entered. He saw the young man wearing a semi-transparent gauze robe, leaning against the bed. His slender fingers held a small white porcelain wine cup.

The transparent wine was not yet finished. It dripped from the corner of his lips and fell onto his beautiful collarbone, which was covered in red marks.

“Young master…” Chun’er put down the wine cup, his eyes hazy. He pulled half of his gauze robe open and walked towards Qiu Fuxue.

“Young master, have you also come to favor me?”

Qiu Fuxue got goosebumps from the scene. He used his sword scabbard to keep a distance between them, not letting him get close.

He then went straight to the shrine in the corner.

“This is a treasure the Butterfly God bestowed upon me.” Chun’er stood behind him, his voice filled with a smile.

Qiu Fuxue sneered. “Is that so?”

He then turned around, using the tip of his sword to lift the wine jug on the table. The movement was fluid and graceful, not of this mortal world.

The wine jug landed steadily in the young man’s hand. He raised his eyes to meet the cold gaze.

Qiu Fuxue’s face was ordinary, but his aura was unyielding. He commanded, “Drink it all.”