Chapter 41: So Touching

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Damn it, another person trying to gift a woman. How could so many people have designs on her master? This was simply unforgivable. They even dared to threaten her master and claim that her master was useless—her master was immensely powerful!

The little fox was utterly furious. Her violet crystal-like eyes glared fiercely at Mu Yueqi and Qingge, while her tiny paws clawed frantically at Dong Yanlie's robes, inadvertently tearing several holes in the fabric before she even realized it.

"Little fox, what is wrong with you?" Dong Yanlie asked with a worried frown, watching the little creature's impending meltdown. Could she actually be angry? He was an imperial prince and he wasn't even angry yet, yet this little fox had a bigger temper than he did!

The little fox shot him a sideways glance, not even bothering to look at him properly. With tear-filled eyes, she looked at Xuan辕煜 (Xuanjun Yu) with a heartbroken expression. How pitiful that her master was being coerced and tempted by these people! Master, you must absolutely not accept that fickle woman; she has a thing with that man! She is a vixen—you cannot trust her!

Uh, wait, what had she just said... No, foxes were good things—no, good animals... Anyway, as long as foxes were good, that was fine. That woman was simply unworthy of being called a vixen!

The little fox patted her forehead with her tiny paw. Why did it feel like whatever she said came out wrong, as if she were cursing herself?

"Little fox, are you angry?" Dong Yanlie grabbed the little fox's ear and shouted. Startled by the booming voice, the little fox gave a start and struck back with a claw, forcing Dong Yanlie to let go.

Seizing the opportunity, the little fox darted out of Dong Yanlie's embrace and vanished in a blur of rapid movements. She sprinted to the center of the grand hall, leaped onto Qingge's head, swiped twice across her face in a flash, and vanished once again.

Princess Qingge touched her face belatedly, feeling a slight dampness. When she looked down and saw blood, she let out a piercing wail and fainted on the spot.

"Qingge, Qingge, what is wrong with you? How did your face get hurt?" Mu Yueqi gathered Qingge into his arms, his eyes brimming with deep anxiety. How could she have suddenly passed out?

Meanwhile, the true culprit was currently acting spoiled in Xuan Yuanwu's arms. She licked her tiny paw, her eyes sparkling with beaming smiles. How dare that fickle woman set her sights on her chillingly cool master! And she even wanted to compete for favor? Naturally, the little fox chose to guard her territory.

All in all, Xuan Yuanwu belonged exclusively to her, the little fox. No one else was allowed to lay a finger on him, or she would scratch their faces off!

Xuan Yuanwu picked up the little fox, examined her tiny paw, which was still stained with a trace of blood, and asked, "Did you do this?"

The little fox tried to pull her little paw back with a guilty conscience, pointed at the unconscious Qingge below, and squeaked, "Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Master, you must understand me. That woman is no good. In the future, I will find you a peerless beauty of matchless grace and breathtaking looks.

"Very well, I shall trust you then." Xuan Yuanwu doted on the little fox, then took the silk handkerchief handed to him from behind to wipe her paw. Deeply moved, the little fox felt that everything she had done was worth it; her master truly understood her!

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Master, why are you so wonderful! I am so touched!

Water shimmered in her purple eyes. Xuan Yuanwu's slender fingers brushed past the corner of the little fox's eye as a gentle, helpless voice drifted softly past. "I never knew you were such a crybaby, little fox. Very well, weren't you looking forward to the Snow Court Assembly? It has just begun, so sit back and watch properly."