Chapter 567: Chapter 537: A Gift for the Demon Lord_3

He coaxed in a gentle voice, “Just now, I was angry. Don’t hold it against me. After all, it was Fei Yan’s fault for not being likable, for not showing me the amusing trinket first. Can’t I feel a little jealous?”

Mi Lu was clearly someone who was twisted by fear of loss, one moment a storm of gloom, the next, like a gentle breeze and soft rain, starting to coax with good temper.

It could be seen that he truly liked Ning Feiyan; otherwise, he wouldn’t have waited here for her as soon as she returned to the Demon World.

Mi Lu, with an intention to make amends, promptly bent down and condescendingly stooped to pick up the cat that had fallen onto the ground inside the cage.

Ning Feiyan’s gaze shifted, but she wouldn’t let him touch her cat. With a light flick of her sleeve, she was quicker than him and summoned the iron cage back into her hands.

She looked indifferently at the inside of the cage where Baili An lay injured, her brows crease without a hint of emotion and then quickly relaxed.

Ning Feiyan smiled faintly, took the cat out of the cage, and held it in her arms, saying, “My cat is injured, I wouldn’t want it to dirty your Highness’s fine clothes.”

Seeing that her gauzy sleeve was indeed stained with a deep bloodstain and truly looked dirty, Mi Lu nodded in acknowledgment and said softly, “It is getting late. You should rest now. As for the trouble of burning incense in her memory, I will handle it for you. Don’t worry.”

Ning Feiyan’s eyelids fell, and a touch of faint sarcasm surfaced in her eyes, only seen by Baili An who lay in her arms.

“In that case, I’ll have to trouble Your Highness to take extra care.”

Baili An had never imagined that Ning Feiyan of Si He would turn out to be the future Demon Clan’s Young Princess Consort, or that he would learn such a secret upon entering the Demon World. His visit wasn’t in vain, after all.

As a woman of Si He, Ning Feiyan had her own dedicated Royal Hall for her residence.

Surprisingly, the furnishings of her residence were not extravagant or luxurious; the vast palace only lit four bright lamps, with a thin layer of dust settled on the seating.

There were no extra servants in the hall; it was quiet and cold, with only her and Hong Zhuang.

Once inside the hall, Ning Feiyan no longer feared Baili An would escape and casually tossed him beneath the couch, then said to Hong Zhuang, “Go, make him a cat bed.”

Hong Zhuang looked distressed; she was skilled at killing but handicraft was not her forte.

Yet she always followed Ning Feiyan’s commands without hesitation, and despite her difficulty, she retreated without a moment’s doubt to figure out how to make a cat bed.

Baili An’s chest wound received no bandaging, and Ning Feiyan seemed to trust in his resilience, believing he wouldn’t die even from such a grave injury without treatment.

Baili An was weak, having lost too much blood, and he couldn’t move for the time being.

Ning Feiyan did not like to drink tea; she only had clean water in her hall. She wet a handkerchief with water and calmly wiped the blood from her cuff, “Now that you’re awake, don’t you have any questions?”

She turned her face to him, gazing intently at Baili An with those compelling eyes and teased, “Although I’ve bound your body, I haven’t bound your speech.”

Baili An was full of questions but didn’t know where to start, and he knew that with Ning Feiyan’s nature, if he asked something crucial, she wouldn’t give a straight answer.

He thought for a moment and asked, “Why did you pick me up before Mi Lu could? You seem not to want him to touch me.”

Ning Feiyan was taken aback, as if she hadn’t expected his first question to be something so trivial.

She put down the handkerchief and rested her chin on her hand, looking at him with a mocking smile, “As I said, it’s dirty.”

Baili An fell silent for a moment and then said, “If it’s dirty, wouldn’t it be better to stop the bleeding first?”

Ning Feiyan burst into laughter, “I meant, Mi Lu is dirty. If he were to touch you, I wouldn’t want to hold you anymore, and that would never do. How would I make use of you in the future?”

Baili An was puzzled, “Use?”

Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes, “Just as it sounds, you little rascal~”