「Fan City.」
The Servants dispatched by the Nine-tailed Fox Clan searched everywhere for the bride’s whereabouts.
Just as they were at their wits’ end, Sang Luo suddenly appeared before them. She had straightened her clothes and touched up her makeup on the way, so she looked to be in high spirits.
"Princess, where have you been? We’ve been looking all over for you!"
Sang Luo smiled brightly. "Sothing ca up along the way. Sorry to trouble you. I haven’t missed the auspicious ti, have I?"
"Not at all, not at all! As long as you’re alright, Princess. We’ll go inform the Clan Leader and the Young Master right away. The banquet will proceed as planned!"
"Mm, thank you for your hard work."
The rest of the proceedings went smoothly, just as expected. The bride and groom were not to et before the wedding, so Sang Luo didn’t see much of Yun Rong over the next few days.
「Three days later.」
On their wedding night, Sang Luo sat primly in the bridal chamber, wearing the red bridal veil and waiting for Yun Rong to co and lift it for a night of passion.
But Yun Qi’s words kept echoing in her mind—that half of his face had been scarred by Yun Rong.
Sang Luo understood the young fox’s nature and believed him. Even if Yun Qi didn’t want her to marry Yun Rong, he would never deliberately deceive her about sothing like this. ’Is Yun Rong really Yan?’ Her uncertainty grew, and her image of him began to crumble. She felt a resistance to what was coming next that she had never felt before.
Sang Luo grew more and more restless, unable to sit still any longer.
The moon had risen above the treetops, yet Yun Rong still hadn’t arrived. She finally ripped off the veil, deciding to go out for so fresh air.
Just as she stepped out the door, she ran into Yun Rong, who was approaching in his bright red wedding robes. When he saw that her veil had been removed, his expression soured. "Wan’er, where are you going?"
"...My apologies, Young Master. I’m not feeling well. I’d like to spend the night in the study."
Sang Luo’s expression was indifferent, devoid of the joy and excitent she once had when looking at him. A sharp pain stabbed at Yun Rong’s heart, and he felt a sense of loss. "You’ve really changed."
Sang Luo paused for a mont, then chuckled. "Does the Young Master want the ’’ from before to return? But back then, Princess Ji Wan had eyes only for you, yet you cast her aside like a worn-out shoe, treating her as nothing more than a tool to satisfy your own selfish desires and vanity. Now that I no longer love you, you’ve co back wanting my sincere affection."
"Young Master, don’t you think you’re—"
"—being a bit despicable?"
"You!" Yun Rong’s face cycled through several expressions before settling on an ashen rage. He could no longer maintain his gentle facade. "I am the Young Master of the Qingqiu Nine-tailed Fox Clan! Do you have any idea how many noble females from royal families want to curry favor with ?!"
"Oh? Then by all ans, Young Master, go find a noble female a hundred tis better than . I can even personally petition both our Clan Leaders to cancel this wedding."
Sang Luo’s irritation and resistance deepened. Unwilling to say more, she turned to leave, but Yun Rong grabbed her arm in an iron grip!
Startled, she whipped her head around to et a pair of dark, narrow fox eyes. The next mont, a roar filled her mind, and her consciousness scattered, plunging her into darkness.
’It’s—the Nine-tailed Fox Clan’s Charm Soul Technique!’
...
She didn’t know how long she had been unconscious.
When Sang Luo woke up again, her body felt tightly restrained by sothing.
She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the unfamiliar scene: an antique, luxurious palace. She was lying on a large bed, her hands and feet tightly bound to the bedposts with iron shackles, unable to move at all.
’Have I been imprisoned? Kidnapped?’
A mont later, the sound of steady, firm footsteps reached her ears.
Sang Luo quickly closed her eyes again, feigning sleep.
A tall man dressed in magnificent, ink-blue robes sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked down and saw the young woman’s trembling eyelashes, and a pleasant, low rumble vibrated in his throat.
"Hmm... Shall I wake the Princess with a kiss?"
Cool, slender fingers traced her lips. Sang Luo could no longer pretend. She snapped her eyes open and stared at him coldly. "What do you want!"
The man had bluish-red eyes. She had seen them before. He was the Yeque Pavilion Master, Ye Wushuang.
"I’ve said it before. I want the Princess’s eyes. Naturally, I’ve co to earnestly request this treasure."
"Insolent! I am the Princess of the Red Fox Clan, and what’s more, the mate of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan’s Young Master! If you dare touch , aren’t you afraid the Nine-tailed Fox Clan will turn their wrath on you?" The Red Fox Clan was just a nouveau riche clan with wealth but no real power; using their na might not be much of a deterrent. But the Nine-tailed Fox Clan were the orthodox rulers of Qingqiu and a powerful faction of Ancient Divine Beasts in the entire Beast World. No one would dare not fear the power of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan.
Ye Wushuang acted as if he’d heard the most amusing joke, clutching his stomach as he roared with laughter. Sang Luo’s expression darkened. After he finished laughing, his voice took on a sinister, playful tone. "Why don’t you take a guess, Princess, as to who delivered you to ?"
Sang Luo’s eyes widened as she recalled the scene right before she lost consciousness.
’Yun Rong!’
"He wants the real Princess to return."
"!!!"
Sang Luo stared fixedly at the tall, noble man before her, too stunned to speak.
"When Princess Ji Wan sold that [Eye of the Spirit Fox] years ago, I t her once. But the last ti I saw you, Princess, your aura had changed significantly. I detected a trace of the Power of Space-Ti on you... I also t that Black Fox. Rumor has it the Princess detests him, so why would she buy back the eyes within a few short days just to heal him?"
Ye Wushuang let out a soft chuckle, not in question, but in certainty. "You’re not the Princess herself, are you? It truly makes curious. Where has this distinguished guest, ’you’, co from? And what is it that ’you’ seek here?"
"..."
"Later, I inford the Young Master of the Nine-tailed Fox about this matter. He then deliberately arranged this marriage to test his suspicions. And just as I expected, this body now houses a different person."
As Ye Wushuang spoke, he obsessively stroked her eyes again, as if peering through this mortal shell at another person entirely. "There is nothing I want that I cannot obtain!"
He loved to seek out strange treasures. The more otherworldly and rare they were, the more fanatical his obsession beca!
A soul from beyond space and ti—in all his years, he had never seen such a thing!
"I don’t know where the original Princess’s soul went, but I can’t leave this body right now. Unless I can find my original body, the Princess can’t return!" Now that her secret was exposed, Sang Luo decided to throw caution to the wind.
Ye Wushuang clapped his hands. "As it happens, I found sothing interesting not long ago. I’d like you to see it, Princess."
’What?’
A hidden chanism was set in the floor nearby. As the sound of the man’s clapping faded, several long floor tiles sank into the ground, and a platform rose up.
On the platform rested an Ice Coffin.
When Sang Luo saw the body inside the coffin, her breath caught in her throat—it was her original body!
She had been searching for so many days and could never find her original body. It turned out to be with Ye Wushuang all along!
No wonder she had faintly sensed her original body’s aura ever since she woke up in this world.
"What are you planning to do!" Sang Luo’s calm voice was now tinged with a hint of panic.
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