Reflecting on the day's events, Song Shiyuan found herself tangled in a web of inconsistencies.
Who was that little fox demon?
Was this all orchestrated by the Fox Monarch?
What could her intentions possibly be?
"If it truly was a deliberate arrangement by the Fox Monarch… what does she stand to gain?"
Song Shiyuan didn't understand, nor could she comprehend.
Even if she assumed the little fox demon was a pawn in the Fox Monarch's game, she couldn't understand the purpose.
After all, she was just an ordinary sword practitioner—talented, yes, but hardly noteworthy enough to catch the Fox Monarch's eye.
The only asset she could offer was her appearance.
But if it were a matter of lust, she had already consented to being the Fox Monarch's concubine.
Any further arrangements would seem redundant.
After much contemplation, she found herself no closer to the truth.
"Forget it… there's too little information to draw any conclusions."
"I'll explore the surroundings tomorrow and devise a plan."
"And I can investigate that little fox demon further."
With her thoughts settling, Song Shiyuan felt a wave of calm wash over her.
Using a spell, she swiftly cleansed the dirt from her body. In moments, her disheveled appearance transformed into one of radiant elegance.
With everything in order, she began to set up a simple restriction formation in her room.
Though her current abilities meant these restrictions would be ineffective against powerful fox demons, caution was still warranted.
As she scanned her surroundings, a look of surprise crossed her face.
"The layout of this room…"
"It's so similar to my room in the Song family's old house…"
The familiarity enveloped her, making her feel as if she had returned home.
The furniture, the layout, and even the arrangement mirrored her room.
"Even the incense on the table is the one I use most often."
Song Shiyuan was rendered speechless.
Coincidence? Or was there a deeper significance at play?
She noticed that the place where she had stored her storybooks was now filled with volumes.
"Could they have even replicated the books I collected?"
Curiosity piqued, she approached the bookshelf brimming with titles.
As she picked up a book at random, it felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
"Reincarnated as a Sword Sect Junior Sister, the Overbearing Fox Monarch Falls for Me"
Filthy things!
Throw it away!
Next book!
"After Being Expelled from the Sect, the Sword Sect Junior Sister Becomes the Fox Monarch's Pet"
Throw it away!!
Next book!!
"Nine Babies in One Go, Miss Fox Monarch, Your Sword Cultivator Consort is Rebelling Again!"
Heh…!!
Song Shiyuan expressionlessly hurled these trashy volumes into the corner.
"This bookshelf can't only have this kind of thing, right?"
Her gaze shifted to the lower level, where several scrolls resembling cultivation manuals sat.
With a hint of hesitation, she used two fingers to lift one.
"A Must-Read for Sword Cultivator Junior Sisters! Little Tricks for Satisfying Your Fox Demon Wife*"
"Are you kidding me?!"
"Do fox demons only think about this garbage?!"
Heat rushed to her cheeks as she fiercely tossed the scroll onto the floor.
Angry!
Though these books didn't explicitly state it, each felt like a pointed jab from the Fox Monarch.
"Shameless fox demon!"
"Disturbing my Dao heart!"
"Disrupting my cultivation!"
With a frustrated stomp, Song Shiyuan marched to her bed and unceremoniously flopped onto it.
She buried her head under the pillow.
"No more thinking! Sleep!"
Imprisoned in a dungeon, shrouded in darkness, she'd lived in a constant state of anxiety and fear, always on edge about the potential brutal encounter with those fox demons.
Sleep had been a distant luxury.
Now, nestled against the soft pillow, the comfort of the bed enveloped her, and a wave of drowsiness washed over her.
Soon, she drifted into a deep sleep, her breathing evening out.
Not long after, a silver-haired little fox demon appeared silently in the room.
Song Shiyuan's restriction formation was practically useless.
"Asleep, huh."
Lu Zhuxin approached her bedside, gazing down at her.
She touched her lips, pondering for a moment, then lightly pinched her fingertips and gently brushed Song Shiyuan's forehead.
A wisp of sweet fox demon pheromone wafted out, slowly enveloping the sleeping figure.
Unaware in her slumber, the sword practitioner junior sister subconsciously inhaled the fragrance, her previously furrowed brows relaxing into a serene expression.
"Sweet dreams. My lovely heroine."
[She's one of the heroines.]
The system mercilessly interrupted.
Song Shiyuan wandered through the courtyard, her steps aimless, until a familiar figure caught her eye.
"Brother Shixuan, is that you?"
Excitement surged within her as she dashed forward, but then she froze.
Before she stood her brother, engaged in intimate conversation with a petite figure—a silver-haired fox demon.
"What… What are you doing?!" Fury ignited within her.
"Little Shiyuan?" The man turned, noticing her arrival. "What's wrong? Why are you so angry?"
For a moment, words eluded her. The sight before her stirred a storm of emotions. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"Senior… no, Brother Song, have you forgotten the sect's teachings?"
"How can you be with a fox demon?"
"We, the other disciples, have been worried about your safety, yet here you are—"
"You're actually fooling around with a fox demon?!"
Her voice quickened, breaths coming in sharp bursts.
But he remained calm, a calm smile gracing his lips. "Since you've seen it, I won't hide it anymore.
"Actually, I've been a member of the Fox Palace for quite some time now."
"Here, I've discovered that life can be so joyful."
"I plan to marry and have children here."
"I won't return to that cold and harsh sect again."
"What did you say?!" Song Shiyuan's eyes widened in disbelief.
She never imagined such words could escape her brother's lips. The sword Dao genius, a beacon of the righteous path, seduced by a fox demon, lost in this illusion of paradise?
Rage coursed through her, and she drew her sword, pointing it squarely at the little fox demon beside Song Shixuan.
"It's this vixen, she's deceiving you, right?!"
"Nonsense!" Song Shixuan stepped protectively in front of the fox demon. "She's your sister-in-law!"
Song Shiyuan trembled, her grip tightening around the hilt, her heart racing.
Moon-white sword energy pulsed from her blade.
In response, Song Shixuan summoned his soulbound sword.
A brother and sister, now locked in conflict over a fox demon.
Then, the timid voice of the little fox demon broke through the tension.
"Young Master Song! I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"
She stepped forward, willingly leaving the protection of Song Shixuan.