Volume 1, Chapter 39 – Lu Zhuxin’s Heat Period Came Early?

When Lu Zhuxin woke from sleep, her entire body felt soft and limp.

She seemed to have had a strange dream.

In the dream, she seemed to be trapped in a chamber where all four walls were composed of light blue barriers.

There was also a red-haired woman whose face she couldn’t see clearly, hitting her with something thick, large, and fluffy.

That woman seemed very angry.

But the force that struck Lu Zhuxin’s body was soft and gentle. That fluffy, soft, feather-like sensation even made Lu Zhuxin somewhat addicted to it.

A delicate and tender little fox couldn’t withstand such torment.

Very quickly, Lu Zhuxin collapsed on the ground, melting into a puddle of fox pancake.

When that woman saw Lu Zhuxin melted into a puddle, she seemed even angrier.

She directly rushed over, straddled Lu Zhuxin, and clenched her small fists to deliver a violent barrage of output at Lu Zhuxin.

Mm, they were equally soft.

Not much force.

The feeling was… acceptable.

Just slightly inferior to Masseuse Song’s technique.

Lu Zhuxin yawned, her mouth curving into a wavy line.

Unfortunately, this dream didn’t last too long. Lu Zhuxin soon woke up.

Lu Zhuxin softly stretched with a lazy yawn.

The fox fur on her ears and tail all fluffed up, making her entire person seem to expand a full circle.

Huh? Did I let my ears and tail out yesterday?

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Moreover…

“Why do I still feel so tired after sleeping? System, do you have any clues?” Lu Zhuxin asked with furrowed brows.

[Heh—]

“Hmm?” Lu Zhuxin was puzzled.

Had this system reached menopause?

Moreover, for some reason, Lu Zhuxin felt that a certain indescribable place on her body seemed sticky.

Lu Zhuxin was shocked. “What’s going on? Do fox demons have a setting for wet dreams?”

[Wet dreams… Host, fox demons don’t have such a setting.]

Huh? This dog system wasn’t even trying to hide its tone anymore?

Had this system truly reached menopause? Why was it so angry?

“Your Majesty, you’re awake.”

Hu Mei’er’s voice interrupted Lu Zhuxin’s train of thought.

Lu Zhuxin turned her head to see the red-clothed fox demon attendant carrying a bowl of congee into the bedchamber.

“Mei’er made some spiritual medicine congee for Your Majesty.”

Hu Mei’er brought the congee before Lu Zhuxin, looking at her with an expectant expression.

Lu Zhuxin noticed that this red fox attendant beside her had become much closer to her than before.

When Lu Zhuxin had just transmigrated, this fox demon attendant wouldn’t have dared to do something so presumptuous.

Without the Fox Monarch’s summons, they weren’t even allowed to enter the Fox Monarch’s bedchamber.

This was fine. Lu Zhuxin didn’t like having everyone around her maintain cold, purely business-like demeanors anyway.

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“Why the sudden congee?”

Eighth Realm powerhouses had long since achieved inedia. Lu Zhuxin hadn’t specifically instructed them to prepare breakfast for her before either.

However, Lu Zhuxin didn’t ask much about it.

Waking up to find someone had prepared breakfast for you was also a very happy thing.

Lu Zhuxin didn’t think too much about it. She took the spiritual congee Hu Mei’er handed her and took a beautiful sip.

The congee’s delicate texture spread across her tongue, fragrant and refreshing, intoxicating. Combined with the carefully prepared ingredients, it left one savoring the aftertaste endlessly.

Lu Zhuxin could feel a refreshing warm current flowing from her mouth to her stomach, then surging from her stomach to her four limbs.

She comfortably shook her tail.

“This is the spiritual medicine congee that Mother made for Mei’er when Mei’er’s heat period came before. Mei’er felt that eating some of this before the heat period would be more comfortable, so I made some for Your Majesty.”

“As long as Your Majesty likes it.”

“Oh! I see.” Lu Zhuxin finished the congee and contentedly returned the bowl to Hu Mei’er. “Our Mei’er has such good skills.”

Hu Mei’er’s small face flushed red from Lu Zhuxin’s form of address. She flustered as she received the bowl, responding softly, “As long as Your Majesty doesn’t dislike it.”

The former Fox Monarch would never speak to her like this.

Nor would she possibly accept congee made by an attendant.

After all, Eighth Realm fox demons had long achieved inedia.

Before bringing up the congee, Hu Mei’er had felt somewhat uneasy.

She worried that Her Majesty wouldn’t accept the congee she made.

“Fortunately, the current Her Majesty is different from before.”

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Only after Hu Mei’er carried the bowl away and turned around for three seconds did Lu Zhuxin finally process things, like an old computer that hadn’t been turned on in ten years.

“Wait? Heat period? My heat period is coming?”

“Has Your Majesty been so busy recently that you forgot?” Hu Mei’er didn’t suspect anything. She tidied up the bowl and utensils, putting things into the food container.

“Your Majesty’s last heat period was already eighty years ago.”

“Although just calculating by time, it’s not quite time yet.” Hu Mei’er said, “But Sister Xian’er says your heat period may have come early.”

“Heat period, came early?” Lu Zhuxin furrowed her brows.

She raised her hand to rub her forehead.

In her mind, she began to think through what she had written.

After going through her remaining vague memories three times over, Lu Zhuxin could confirm one thing. She had never written about Ming Zhaoxi going through a heat period.

In the original text, Ming Zhaoxi appeared and was conquered by the original male lead shortly after.

The heat period setting, Lu Zhuxin had used on someone else.

She knew nothing about Ming Zhaoxi’s heat period.

“How early? How long until my heat period?”

“Your Majesty, the timing of heat periods has always fluctuated. How could it be that accurate?” Hu Mei’er said. “For example, Your Majesty’s heat period cycle is roughly ninety to one hundred and twenty years.”

“Right now only Sister Xian’er and I know about it in the Fox Palace.”

Eighty years. Ninety to one hundred and twenty years.

Didn’t this mean it came several decades early?

“System, what did you do?” Lu Zhuxin asked directly.

[Host, the System will not excessively interfere with your task process. This is a seriously prohibited behavior. Only when the Host actively requests it does the System have permission to interfere with your body.]

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“Is that so?” Lu Zhuxin rubbed her forehead.

She thought of last night’s dream.

She didn’t know if her heat period coming early had any connection to last night’s inexplicable dream.

“System, specifically how much longer until my heat period arrives?” Lu Zhuxin asked.

The two fox demons couldn’t deduce it, but as an entity from beyond this world, the System should have the ability to detect it.

[The System doesn’t know. Please explore this yourself, Host.]

The System’s voice carried some pleasure.

Lu Zhuxin was certain this dog system was doing it deliberately.

She clearly knew but deliberately wasn’t saying.

“However, it doesn’t matter.” Lu Zhuxin spoke to herself. “If the heat period came early, I can just find a sword cultivator to use as a temporary mark.”

“Little Shiyuan would be good.”

[Host, have you forgotten? In Song Shiyuan’s eyes, you’ve already been planted with an eternal mark.]

The corner of Lu Zhuxin’s eye twitched slightly.

Did this count as shooting herself in the foot? Was it too late to change the script now?

“That also doesn’t matter. I can still go find the Young Sect Master of Lingxu Sword Sect, Huang Shangshang.” Lu Zhuxin said.

[Host, you seem to have forgotten something.]

[The stronger a fox demon’s power, the more intense the lustful restlessness during their heat period. This is a setting you yourself wrote.]

[Then, Host, why would you think that a mere Nascent Soul stage little sword cultivator could suppress the lustful restlessness of a Mahayana stage fox demon?]