Volume 1, Chapter 18 – Red Spring Pavilion

“Sister Shiyuan, what’s wrong?”

The silver-haired little fox demon turned around, looking at Song Shiyuan with puzzlement.

Song Shiyuan smiled, forcibly suppressing the emotions in her heart.

Even if it was a sword cultivator, it wasn’t necessarily Song Shixuan.

Don’t be hasty. You still need this little fox demon’s help. You can’t act too obvious and arouse her suspicion.

“What’s that place over there?” Song Shiyuan pointed ahead and asked.

She could see a luxuriously decorated courtyard. Faintly, the sounds of women’s laughter and play could be heard.

Song Shiyuan sensed that the sword cultivator’s aura seemed to be within that courtyard.

The aura was very faint. Song Shiyuan couldn’t determine the other party’s identity. What she could confirm was that the other party was very weak.

“That place is the Red Spring Pavilion,” the little fox demon answered. She turned her head, looking at Song Shiyuan with some difficulty. She asked with slight hesitation, “Sister wants to go to that place?”

Song Shiyuan’s expression didn’t change, but her heart held some doubt.

All along the way, this little fox demon had shown herself to be very enthusiastic and excited. This was the first time Song Shiyuan had seen such a troubled expression on the little fox demon’s face.

Could it be that there was something wrong with that place?

“That place, I’m not allowed to enter?” Song Shiyuan asked.

“…Not exactly.” The little fox demon poked her own cheek with her index finger, looking conflicted.

“I just don’t really like that place…”

So there was actually something in the Fox Palace that the little fox demon didn’t like?

Song Shiyuan had thought she could maintain equal enthusiasm for anything in the Fox Palace.

Even when she was being bullied by those fox demon maids earlier, she hadn’t shown such emotions.

So, what exactly was this Red Spring Pavilion? Why would there be a sword cultivator’s aura there?

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Song Shiyuan pressed her lips together.

No matter what, she had to find a way to go investigate.

It was just that now, the little fox demon was showing obvious aversion to that place. Directly asking wasn’t a good choice.

“Sister, are you very curious about that place?” the little fox demon asked, looking at Song Shiyuan.

Song Shiyuan’s eyes flickered slightly.

“If little fox demon doesn’t like it, then let’s not go,” Song Shiyuan smiled. “After all, you are the one taking me out to have fun right now. You can decide wherever you want to go.”

Not directly denying her own thoughts, but retreating to advance.

This foolish fox demon would understand her intention, right?

Song Shiyuan thought to herself.

So then, what would this foolish fox demon who always liked to consider others choose?

“Mm…”

The little fox demon made a sound in her throat. Almost all of her emotions were displayed on her face.

Hesitation, conflict, difficulty making a decision.

Her gaze flowed back and forth between the Red Spring Pavilion ahead and Song Shiyuan’s beautiful, delicate face.

Song Shiyuan watched her unhurriedly, waiting for her answer.

“Alright…” The little fox demon’s gaze flashed, as if she’d made some kind of resolution.

“I don’t like the smell inside, so I’ll just take Sister around the outside.”

“As long as we don’t get too close, I probably won’t smell the scent inside…” the little fox demon muttered quietly.

Though her voice was small, it didn’t escape Song Shiyuan’s ears.

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Smell? So it was only because of the smell that she didn’t like it?

Song Shiyuan had thought there was something remarkable inside that made even this pure little fox demon instinctively feel repulsed.

It turned out it was just because of the smell.

“Sister Shiyuan, let’s go,” the little fox demon stepped forward and took Song Shiyuan’s small hand.

“Follow me, don’t wander far. This place… isn’t suitable for someone like Sister to come to.”

Song Shiyuan smiled and followed behind the little fox demon.

As they approached the Red Spring Pavilion all the way, Song Shiyuan was still wondering what kind of explosive smell could make this little fox demon so averse.

Suddenly, a pungent, sweet-fishy fragrance fiercely assaulted her nasal cavity.

Song Shiyuan’s smile stiffened for a moment.

Alright… she roughly understood the little fox demon’s feelings now.

What exactly was this Red Spring Palace? Why would there be such a rich fox smell?!

This smell made Song Shiyuan’s temples throb!

“Halt! What are you two sneaking around doing?!”

Three fox demons in maid dresses, yellow, green, and blue, blocked the path in front of the two of them.

The corner of Song Shiyuan’s eye twitched.

Ha~! And they were acquaintances, too.

They were the three fox demon maids who’d bullied the little fox demon when Song Shiyuan encountered her the second time.

That rich fox smell just now came from them!

Song Shiyuan covered her mouth and nose, her steps unconsciously moving closer to the silver-haired little fox demon.

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The familiar sweet fragrance slightly dispersed that rich, pungent fishy-sweet smell. Song Shiyuan’s complexion improved a little.

She imperceptibly examined the little fox demon’s profile.

They were both fox demons. Why would their body scents differ so much?

Or was it that only this little fox demon beside her was somewhat special?

The leading yellow-furred fox demon raised her head.

“You two?”

“What are you sneaking around the Red Spring Pavilion for?”

The little fox demon seemed somewhat nervous. Her fair little hands tightly gripped her sleeves.

“Speak, Ming Zhaoxi,” the blue-furred fox demon said domineeringly. “You’re a single-tailed fox demon who just took human form. What are you doing here?”

“Oh? You even brought a little sword cultivator?” The blue-furred fox demon glanced at Song Shiyuan.

She saw the collar on Song Shiyuan’s neck.

“Isn’t this the little sword cultivator from Lingxiao Sword Sect who was sold to the Fox Palace by Young Master Song a few days ago?”

The three fox demons obviously recognized Song Shiyuan’s identity.

Looking at these three small-fry fox demons, Song Shiyuan’s gaze turned slightly cold.

Three mixed-color fox demons with weak cultivation, their auras unstable. Their strength was only at three tails, roughly equivalent to the early to mid Foundation Establishment stage cultivation of human cultivators.

This level of fox demon, even with most of her strength sealed, Song Shiyuan could take on three at once.

Speaking of which, this wasn’t the first time she’d heard fox demons say she was sold here.

But she was clearly captured!

The “Young Master Song” in the fox demons’ mouths? Could he be that sword cultivator scum surnamed Song whom the Fox Monarch specifically designated the little fox demon to attend?

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Who exactly was he?

“Ming Zhaoxi, you brought her to the Red Spring Pavilion. Could it be you want to secretly indulge behind Her Majesty’s back?”

“This is Her Majesty’s personally designated female consort. You, a mixed-color fox demon, also want to covet her?”

“Ming Zhaoxi, you have such audacity!!”

The three fox demons pressed forward relentlessly.

The little fox demon trembled in fear, explaining in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz.

“I’m not… I didn’t… I’m just taking Sister around for a casual look…”

The three fox demons sneered. “Ming Zhaoxi, we’ve caught you red-handed and you still argue?”

“One fox demon, one sword cultivator. Sneaking around to the Red Spring Pavilion. And you’re telling us you’re just casually looking around.”

“Casually looking around and you end up at the Red Spring Pavilion~~!”

The little fox demon was so anxious she was about to cry. “What I said is all true. Sister Shiyuan and I really weren’t going to do anything…”

“And ‘Sister Shiyuan’ too? Calling her so intimately, and you still say you two have nothing going on?” the yellow-furred fox demon mocked. “Now, we’re going to report this matter to Steward Xian’er! Let her severely punish you!”

“No!” The little fox demon panicked.

She stepped forward and grabbed the yellow-furred fox demon’s sleeve, but was kicked away by the yellow-furred fox demon.

“Get away from me, you mixed-breed mutt fox! Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!”

The little fox demon was kicked, falling heavily backward in pain, but was caught in an embrace by a graceful figure.

The little fox demon looked up, eyes brimming with tears. “Sister Shiyuan…”

Song Shiyuan lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze moving away from the little fox demon’s pitiful face.

When she looked at the three mixed-color foxes across from them again, her eyes were already filled with a sharp sword intent.