Chapter 11: The Little Fox Got Angry

Xuanyuan Yu took Nuoxue’s little paw and asked, “Does it still hurt?” His gentle, resonant voice drifted into Nuoxue’s ears. She twitched her ears and looked up at him with her mischievous violet eyes. Then, feeling a bit wronged, she blew softly on her injured paw before raising it toward Xuanyuan Yu.

Xuanyuan Yu was momentarily taken aback and said, “You want me to blow on it for you?”

Nuoxue nodded, blinking those large, innocent eyes. Back in the 21st century, human mothers would blow on their children’s injuries to ease the pain, so she was sure that if he blew on her paw, it would stop hurting.

Xuanyuan Yu smiled softly and stroked her little head. Seeing this, Nuoxue thought he wasn’t going to blow on her paw and turned away in a huff, hugging her injured paw and licking it. “This master is no good at all, doesn’t care about me one bit. I’m hurt, and he won’t even blow on it—I don’t like him at all.”

Yet she forgot that Xuanyuan Yu had gone so far as to pull out all the princess’s nails for her sake. Was that the act of someone who didn’t care? If Xuanyuan Yu knew she thought this way, he might scold her for being ungrateful.

Seeing the little fox sulk, Xuanyuan Yu was somewhat surprised. Watching her awkward expression, he chuckled and picked her up, gently patting her head. “You little fox, you really surprise me—you actually get angry.”

“Eek, don’t hold me! I hate you the most,” Nuoxue grumbled.

Though she said that, she didn’t struggle. If there was anyone in the world she truly liked, it was Xuanyuan Yu. His icy aura was like a life-saving gift to her, utterly powerless at present. Naturally, she wouldn’t give up such a strong pillar of support easily.

“All right, no more anger.” Xuanyuan Yu carefully lifted her paw and blew softly on it, his fresh, masculine breath brushing against Nuoxue’s nose. Embarrassed, she shyly withdrew her paw, feeling a flush rise to her cheeks. If not for the white fox fur shielding her, Xuanyuan Yu might have been startled by her blush.

Before long, Han Bing and Lie Yan returned with the carriage and guards. When Han Bing saw Xuanyuan Yu blowing on the little fox’s paw, it was as if thunder had struck him, leaving him stunned and frazzled inside and out. He longed to rush before his lord and say, “My lord, you must not let yourself fall so low. You are the sovereign of the Xuanxue Kingdom; a relationship between human and beast defies the natural order!”

Lie Yan glanced at Han Bing’s pitiful glare at the little fox and then, expressionless, said, “Have you really fallen for the lord? Are you now competing with a fox for affection?”

His blunt tone turned the question into a statement. Han Bing stared incredulously at Lie Yan and shouted, “You’re the one who’s fallen for the lord! Your whole family has. I love women!”

“Oh,” Lie Yan replied indifferently.

Hearing this, Han Bing bristled again. “Lie Yan, what do you mean? I challenge you to a duel.”

“You can’t beat me.”

“...” Han Bing felt like crying, unable to argue or fight his way out. Was fate conspiring against him?

Naturally, this little incident soon passed. Xuanyuan Yu carried the proud little fox onto the carriage. Reclining inside, he held a book while the little fox lay quietly in his arms, those big eyes darting curiously around.