"Princess, before this bird drowned and lost consciousness, it kept clamoring to choose a good husband for you. Do you recognize it?"
As she glanced around, Fu Chen, with her long, dark hair flowing freely, emerged from the misty fog and strode in with a gust of wind.
Leng Ye turned his head and glanced indifferently at Fu Chen, whose face was like a painting and whose eyes were like clear streams. A surge of jealousy welled up in his heart.
Yesterday, he heard from the fairy maidens of Ningxiang Palace that Fuchen was the most handsome man in the Nine Heavens, and the line of female immortals who wanted to marry him stretched from the North Heavenly Gate to the South Heavenly Gate.
Seeing Fu Chen and Xuan Fengqian so close again, he was genuinely worried that Xuan Fengqian, like those female immortals, would be bewitched by Fu Chen's aloof and arrogant demeanor.
Although Leng Ye didn't think he was inferior to Fu Chen in any way, he was still very worried that Xuan Fengqian's eyesight wasn't very good and that he liked a frail man like Fu Chen.
Because he was too anxious, Leng Ye did not see Wuya lying unconscious in Fu Chen's arms at first. It was not until Xuan Fengqian put him in his arms that he suddenly came to his senses.
"Wuya, wake up."
Xuanfeng frowned slightly, extending two slender fingers to gently press on Wuya's damp chest.
"Does the princess recognize this bird?"
Fu Chen put his hands in his sleeves and felt a little unbalanced as he watched Xuan Fengqian showing such concern for a bird.
Xuanfeng ignored her. Seeing that Wuyai was still struggling to breathe, she simply pursed her lips, intending to give him some air.
"Ah Qian, there's no need to worry. It's just playing dead."
Just then, Leng Ye snatched Wuya from Xuan Fengqian's hand, casually made a spell, and summoned back its primordial spirit.
"Gah! That scared the bird to death!"
Wuya's body trembled, and he suddenly opened his round eyes, whispering in a hoarse voice.
"Good bird, you're finally awake."
Xuanfeng's face showed a hint of joy as he carefully held it in his palm, looking at Leng Ye with particular gratitude, "What kind of magic did Immortal Lord Chu use?"
"A trivial skill, best left unmentioned."
Leng Ye responded in a muffled voice, a flicker of jealousy flashing in his dark eyes.
He originally thought that Xuan Fengqian had no idea what gentleness was.
But when he witnessed firsthand how gentle and attentive she was to Wuya, he wished he could switch places with Wuya.
It's really frustrating.
The mighty Demon Lord of the Nine Netherworlds was not even as good as a bird in her eyes!
Fu Chen keenly sensed that Xuan Fengqian seemed to have developed a slight liking for the stout "Chu Batian" in front of her, so he walked up to her and blocked her view.
Xuan Fengqian was about to bypass Fu Chen and chat with "Chu Batian" when he inadvertently glanced at the hideous wound on Fu Chen's forehead. "How did you get that wound on your forehead?"
"fine."
Fu Chen shook his head, forcing a faint smile, and made no mention of being slandered by Leng Ye last night.
Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan retorted indignantly, "Your Highness, you may not know this. Yesterday, when the Broom Star Lord came looking for you, the Nine Nether Demon Lord suddenly stormed into the palace in a rage. With a single lash of his whip, the Broom Star Lord got a gruesome gash on his forehead."
"Is he sick? Why does he go crazy all the time?"
Xuan Fengqian looked somewhat guilty. She knew in her heart that if Fu Chen hadn't gotten too close to her, Leng Ye would never have treated him like this.
Fu Chen curled his lips slightly and replied indifferently, "Isn't the Nine Nether Demon Lord always like this? Avoiding him is the best course of action."
“That’s true.” Xuan Fengqian nodded slightly, then shifted her gaze to the wound on Fu Chen’s forehead. “Don’t you know the art of healing? Hurry back and heal your wound. What if it leaves a scar if you delay?”
"Thank you for your concern, Princess."
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Fu Chen's face.
He was indeed an expert in the art of healing the sick.
The reason he left that chilling, bloody gash on his forehead was simply to show Xuan Fengqian just how violent Leng Ye could be.
However, since Xuan Fengqian had told him to go back and heal his injuries, he could no longer linger in Qingfeng Palace.
Although he was somewhat worried that Xuan Fengqian would be attracted to the unassuming but powerful "Chu Batian".
But in the end, he was just an unknown third-class immortal in the Nine Heavens, and had no right to interfere in her private affairs.
After careful consideration, he finally left Qingfeng Hall in silence.
As soon as Fu Chen left, Wu Ya, who was in Xuan Feng Qian's arms, spoke up, "A Qian, this jinx is exactly like Xuan Qian Ning, a master of acting. He can heal himself, yet he comes to you to gain your sympathy. Don't believe him. His Majesty may seem fierce, but he's actually quite nice to people."
Leng Ye nodded with satisfaction and echoed in a deep voice, "Wu Ya is right. A Qian must not be deceived by appearances."
"You know the Nine Nether Demon Lord very well?"
Xuan Fengqian had a fairly good impression of "Chu Batian". If he could mention the Nine Nether Demon Lord less often, she might seriously consider getting to know him better.
I've heard a little about it.
Leng Ye spoke vaguely and deliberately.
He didn't want others to know that he had been so humble as to impersonate someone else to have a blind date with Xuan Fengqian.
If this gets out, where will he, the dignified Demon Lord of the Nine Netherworlds, put his face?
"Gah! Ah Qian, who is he? I feel like I've seen him somewhere before." Wuya stared intently at the rugged-looking "Chu Batian," took a deep breath, and focused on smelling his scent.
"Strange! The scent on him is exactly the same as the Venerable One's!" Wuya exclaimed in astonishment, his eyes wide as he whispered in Xuanfengqian's ear.
Xuanfeng Qianyi subconsciously tilted her nose to the side.
Her sense of smell was clearly not as keen as Wuya's, and since she had only just met "Chu Batian," she was too embarrassed to get too close. After sniffing for a long time, she still couldn't figure out what it was.
Leng Ye glanced angrily at Wuya, who was always the one to cause him trouble. He wanted to speak up several times, but fearing that he would make a mistake if he said too much, he simply kept quiet and stood aside pretending to be dead.
Xuan Fengqian felt it was impolite to keep smelling someone else's body odor, so he quickly pulled back Wuya, who was craning his neck to curiously examine "Chu Batian," and said, "Good bird, tell me first, how exactly did you drown?"
"Hmph! Speaking of this, I get angry. Just now, that lecherous Gu Huo sneaked into Ningxiang Palace looking for me, and I was so scared that I hid under my bed. Unexpectedly, that ugly woman Wan Xia mistook me for a dead rat and whipped me all over. That's not all, that wicked woman Xuan Qian Ning saw this and told Gu Huo where I was, leaving me with nowhere to escape."
Wuya recounted its plight with tears streaming down its face. When it mentioned Guhuo, its small body trembled involuntarily, making it look extremely pitiful.
Xuanfeng gently stroked its little forehead, mistakenly thinking that it had been taken advantage of by Guhuo, and comforted it in a gentle voice, "Good boy, don't think about the past anymore."
Wuya, his heart filled with pent-up anger, said angrily, "It's all that venomous woman's fault in the Nine Nether Demon Prison! This morning, I heard that wicked woman Wanxia say that there's a venomous woman in the Nine Nether Demon Prison who's pregnant with Your Majesty's child. I'm so angry I feel terrible. When I was hiding from Guhuo, I was afraid that my anger would cause me to go berserk, so I didn't even dare to use my magic. I could only hide at the bottom of the well and pretend to be dead."
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