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Princess Shunde captured a jiaoren demon and wanted to find someone to tame it. The princess has three wishes: that the demon utters human words, that the demon’s tail turns into legs, and that his heart will never be rebellious. Everyone knows that the East Demon Island, the West Demon Mountain, the South Demon Valley, and the North Demon Terrace are the only four places in the world that permit people with the ability to control demons. And the Demon Valley in the south has the strongest Demon Controlling Master in the world. She was the most powerful demon master in the Demon Valley, but her heart was enchanted by a demon.

The Blue Whisper

Changyi was silently meditating with his eyes closed, but Ji Chengyu seemed very curious about him, and studied him for a long time. Finally he asked, "Jiaoren are stubborn by nature, and will not yield even in death. A tamed jiaoren pretty much does not exist in this world. What exactly did that demon master do to you to make you submit like this?"       


Ji Yunhe looked in. Between the swinging curtains, she could only see the hand resting calmly on Changyi's lap, but not the expression on his face.        


"She did not tame me, and I did not submit."       


"Then... I'm afraid this caravan will have to turn around and take another trip to the Demon Valley."       


"No need. I said I will not hurt the human princess."      


He did not submit, nor did he accept defeat. He was just protecting her in a world that was not his, in the best way he could think of. Ji Yunhe lowered her eyes and stroked the horse under her.       


"Why? Are you clear about the choice you are making?" Ji Chengyu continued to ask.      


 No more conversation followed after that. Ji Yunhe paced her horse to the front of the carriage. She looked at the distant mountains and smiled.      


It was night. Zhu Ling's carriage broke a wheel, and the caravan did not have time to reach the next post station, so they camped in the mountains.       


 Ji Yunhe surveyed the surrounding terrain. She looked to the direction of the main road and made sure the trails left by the caravan were obvious. Even if they were not at the post, Lin Haoqing should still be able to find them easily. But to be on the safe side, she should probably still leave a mark...


 Changyi walked over just as she was pondering over this. 


"Nothing. Have they finished setting up the tents?"        


The four of them had tents sitting in a row away from the soldiers. Zhu Ling's tent was on the far left, followed by Ji Chengyu's. As for the two on the right, Ji Yunhe thought for a moment and chose the one next to Ji Chengyu. This way she could watch over the movements of the tents next to her.        


Of course Changyi would not argue with her over which tent to sleep in. He obediently took the rightmost one and was about to enter when Ji Yunhe called him.        


"Hm?" Ji Yunhe looked at him. She suddenly felt some parting sorrow. This was, perhaps, the last time she would get to see him.       


She helped Changyi smooth his slightly wrinkled lapel. "Your robe's wrinkled."        


"Thanks." Changyi turned to leave when Ji Yunhe called out to him again.        


He turned back and looked at her. The two of them stared at each other for a while under the glow of the campfire. Finally Ji Yunhe smiled. 


"Today, I feel like I finally experienced freedom and joy."   


"Because of leaving the Demon Valley?"       


"I guess. But I also realized that freedom is about not being afraid," Ji Yunhe said. 


"And today, I lived without fear." Changyi looked at her smiling face. As if it were contagious, he also lifted the corners of his lips.        


"Yes, I will." Ji Yunhe raised her hand and stroked Changyi's hair. 


He would soon be free, be happy, and be without fear. Changyi looked at her with some confusion. 


"I don't have any injuries on my body right now."       


"Touch it and it will get even healthier." Ji Yunhe waved her hand and finally turned to leave. 


She went back to her tent and watched the camp curtain fall, then took a deep breath and told herself: Changyi is a beautiful story.      


Beautiful things should keep on going. And his story was far from reaching its end.


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