Volume 1, Chapter 47 – Helping Her Wash Clothes

Song Shiyuan waited by the water until evening but never saw her.

The little fox demon hadn’t appeared all day.

Song Shiyuan smiled bitterly and returned home.

As expected, not everything would go as smoothly and naturally as she imagined.

However, Song Shiyuan didn’t become discouraged.

A day later, she saw the little fox demon again by the water.

She had brought a basin of dirty clothes to wash by the stream.

Song Shiyuan still didn’t show herself to disturb her, but instead watched her from afar, using the flower bushes as cover.

Whether fetching water or washing clothes, for high-level cultivators, these could all be resolved using techniques.

Cultivators above Foundation Establishment stage, having undergone marrow cleansing and bone forging, had bodies that became spotlessly clean, requiring no washing.

It was so for human cultivators, and naturally so for fox demons as well.

But fox demons below three tails didn’t yet have the magical power to make their bodies self-cleaning, nor could they use those profound techniques.

So whether washing clothes, carrying water, or other tasks, the little fox demon had to do them all personally like an ordinary human.

After all, a fox demon without cultivation was just an ordinary girl.

The silver-haired girl sat by the stream. The small wooden basin was placed on a nearby rock. Accompanied by the gurgling sound of flowing water, she focused intently on washing the dirty clothes in her hands.

Fine beads of sweat still hung from the tips of her hair.

The slightly chilly morning stream water had frozen the little fox demon’s fair white hands until they turned slightly red.

Song Shiyuan felt that this seemingly ordinary scene had a very simple and natural beauty.

Of course, the most beautiful thing in the scene was still the little fox demon’s focused, pretty face.

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Song Shiyuan watched from afar for a while. She certainly hadn’t forgotten the purpose of coming here.

She took out from her bosom the talismans she had prepared beforehand.

Infusing her spiritual power into them, she formed hand seals.

The talismans transformed into small paper figures one by one.

“Go,” Song Shiyuan pointed lightly.

A group of small figures fell to the ground and hopped and skipped toward the silver-haired fox demon girl.

This was the spirit talisman paper crafting technique commonly passed down among human cultivators. Song Shiyuan was a sword cultivator. Although she knew this technique, she wasn’t proficient in it.

However, using it here at this moment was sufficient.

The fox demon girl who was washing dirty clothes suddenly found herself surrounded by a group of paper figures.

“What are these?” The fox demon girl blinked her confused large eyes. She had never seen such things in the Fox Palace before.

These paper figures were about palm-sized, numbering several dozen. They formed a dark mass surrounding the fox demon girl.

Several dozen paper figures formed a group and divided into many teams.

They snatched the clothes from the fox demon girl’s hands.

A group of small paper figures carried the dirty clothes to the water’s edge. Looking at the gurgling flowing stream, they hesitated for a moment, then dove into the water one by one.

These paper figures were made by Song Shiyuan using specially prepared talisman paper marked with spirit ink. They actually weren’t afraid of ordinary water flow.

Several dozen small paper figures worked together. Some turned and washed the clothes, while others wielded wooden boards to beat them.

They were very efficient. The basin of dirty clothes the little fox demon had brought was washed clean piece by piece.

On the shore, there were still a few figures carrying the wooden basin to catch the clothes.

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Before long, the cleaned clothes were piled in the wooden basin and carried by the small paper figures to the little fox demon.

The silver-haired fox demon girl’s eyes showed a peculiar light. She could confirm this wasn’t a method fox demons would use.

Someone was using a technique she had never seen before to help her.

Oh my, who could it be?

She couldn’t think of anyone at all.

The person helping her should still be nearby, right?

The silver-haired fox demon girl stood up and swept her gaze around in a circle.

“Which kind-hearted elder sister is this? Could you show yourself?”

“Ming Zhaoxi would like to thank you in person.”

Song Shiyuan’s expression became slightly restrained. Her heart was somewhat moved.

She really wanted to go out right now and talk with the little fox demon.

But thinking of that night before, when she saw that painful yet resolute look in the little fox demon’s eyes, she ultimately held back.

Not receiving a response, the smile on the little fox demon’s face gradually faded, then turned into helplessness.

It seemed the other party had no intention of showing herself.

That’s right. If they truly wanted to meet, they wouldn’t have hidden in the shadows casting spells from the start.

The little fox demon laughed self-mockingly, then shook her head.

She picked up her wooden basin and pattered away.

Only after a long time did Song Shiyuan emerge from behind the flower bushes.

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She pointed lightly with her finger and recalled those paper figures from before.

Taking the talismans back into her palm, Song Shiyuan’s face wore a smile once more.

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The next day, Song Shiyuan did the same thing again.

She got up early and continued to stake out by that small stream.

That silver-haired fox demon girl seemed particularly fond of this secluded little stream.

Every time Song Shiyuan came, she would encounter her here.

What was even more wonderful was that during this time of tacit companionship with the little fox demon, Song Shiyuan had never seen any other fox demon in this place.

This was clearly a courtyard with very beautiful scenery, yet very few others came here.

Song Shiyuan vaguely had an illusion that this place seemed to have become exclusive to her and the little fox demon, the two of them meeting here with perfect understanding.

Although it sounded like dates, they had actually never met face to face.

When the little fox demon came to fetch water, Song Shiyuan would use paper figures to help her carry the water bucket, following her all the way until the little fox demon left the boundary of the female consort collar.

When the little fox demon came to wash clothes, she would use paper figures to remotely help her wash.

When the little fox demon came to clean, Song Shiyuan would use techniques to summon whirlwinds to sweep away all the dead leaves on the ground.

In this way, the two had a tacit understanding but never met face to face. Neither took the initiative to break this harmonious atmosphere between them.

Just like this, after ten days passed without incident.

Song Shiyuan got up as usual, preparing to find the little fox demon. On the way, however, she encountered the fox beauty who had lent her things before.

That fox beauty saw Song Shiyuan. She greeted Song Shiyuan and called out to stop her.

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“Excuse me, is there something?” Song Shiyuan asked in confusion.

The fox beauty smiled beautifully. She handed Song Shiyuan a small wooden food box.

She told Song Shiyuan that inside were some small fox clan pastries she had made.

Because she had made too much to finish, she was sharing some with Song Shiyuan.

One shouldn’t accept rewards without merit. Song Shiyuan initially wanted to refuse.

But suddenly she thought she could share these with the little fox demon, so she accepted gladly.

“Thank you,” Song Shiyuan expressed her gratitude to the fox beauty. “If there’s anywhere you need me, please feel free to ask.”

The fox beauty smiled and shook her head, indicating there was no need to be so polite.

Song Shiyuan then went to find the little fox demon carrying the pastries.

However, what Song Shiyuan didn’t know was that after she left, the fox beauty who had given her the pastries spoke respectfully to a white, elegant fox demon: “Steward Xian’er, I’ve already handed over the pastries you gave me to her as you instructed.”

“Mm, I saw,” Hu Xian’er nodded.

The fox beauty looked at Hu Xian’er, expressing incomprehension. “Since they’re meant for Her Majesty to taste, why didn’t Steward Xian’er personally deliver them to Her Majesty?”

Hu Xian’er gave the fox beauty a faint glance and turned to leave.

Only at the end did she drop a sentence.

“I’m not Hu Mei’er.”

Oh, so she was thin-skinned.

The fox beauty thought.