Chapter 1532: The Red Silk She Wrote (Extra)
Jing Jia hadn’t spoken yet, Bai Zhi’er had already draped a robe over her shoulders and walked up beside her.
"I’ll go take a look," Bai Zhi’er said, and promptly formed a magic sign, riding the clouds towards the South Heavenly Gate.
Jing Jia followed closely behind.
Upon reaching the South Heavenly Gate, many immortals were gathered there.
Seeing Bai Zhi’er and Jing Jia arriving, the immortals quickly stepped aside to clear a path.
The pregnant Fu Niu was indeed covered in blood, riddled with wounds, lying on the ground, struggling to breathe.
The Heavenly Soldiers guarding the South Heavenly Gate hurried over to report.
"The Demon Clan’s people tossed it here and then left."
Bai Zhi’er raised her hand, "It’s alright, you all should withdraw and return to your duties."
Only then did the immortals silently take their leave.
Bai Zhi’er crouched down, extending her hand to lay it upon the beast’s horns.
Fu Niu’s eyes were filled with bloody tears, looking at Bai Zhi’er, gasping heavily.
Feng Fuce no longer restrained the Demon Clan; they roamed freely, knowing Bai Zhi’er had once saved Fu Niu, they also went to harm it.
Fu Niu let out a weak "moo" towards Bai Zhi’er.
It conveyed that it did not aspire to survive, only hoped Bai Zhi’er would save the child in its womb.
Bai Zhi’er gently caressed its horns, "Your child, I will safeguard for you; your life, I will also save."
She activated her mana, enveloping Fu Niu in her divine light.
However, after all, Fu Niu carried a demon child, the bloodlines didn’t blend, thus naturally rejecting Bai Zhi’er’s divine techniques.
So, Bai Zhi’er intensified her mana, channeling power to heal.
Jing Jia wanted to speak but held back, furrowing her brows tightly.
Currently, Bai Zhi’er was weak, and not suited to expend all her energy in this manner.
Fortunately, Fu Niu’s wounds gradually healed significantly.
Its breathing was no longer labored, and its life was spared.
Next, proper care was needed.
Bai Zhi’er lightly stroked its horns, bending down to press her face against it, "Don’t blame that person; he did not condone his underlings to harm you, he too was hurt by others. You must remember, he’s always a good person."
Fu Niu slowly stood up and nodded with a humane demeanor.
Finally, Bai Zhi’er entrusted it to the Immortal Official responsible for nurturing Divine Beasts in the immortal palace.
She also commanded that no immortal should bully Fu Niu.
Bai Zhi’er returned weakly to the immortal palace, and Jing Jia couldn’t help but say, "Zhi’er, let mother handle affairs on your behalf, why don’t you take a few days to rest, alright?"
"No need, mother, you’d better go back soon, father cannot be left without someone by his side."
Jing Jia wasn’t at ease.
But couldn’t withstand Bai Zhi’er’s repeated urgings.
She had to leave first.
Before leaving, Jing Jia pondered for a moment and then sighed, "Zhi’er, if the Demon Lord knew you’re trying to save his life and don’t want him to take risks, then he would know your painstaking efforts."
Bai Zhi’er said blankly, "Don’t let him know."
Jing Jia shook her head and left.
After she left, Bai Zhi’er waved her hand to securely close the door.
The first thing she did was to check her own pulse.
The Heavenly Book says that carrying a Demon Clan’s child won’t reveal itself in rounds like the mortal world, but if pregnant, the Demon Fetus can be detected by the fifth day.
It had been over ten days since their last intimate encounter.
Bai Zhi’er pondered as she checked her pulse.
Unexpectedly, her pulse was even.
Bai Zhi’er covered her face in agony, "What should I do..."
Meanwhile.
Feng Fuce, dressed in red robes and riding a black horse, traversed the market street with a cold visage like a carefree young man.
Others couldn’t see him, nor did he wish for anyone to see him.
He wandered aimlessly, with no destination in mind, intending to go wherever his path might lead.
Yet, as if guided by an unseen force, he somehow arrived outside the Wen Mansion.
Feng Fuce hesitated but eventually dismounted, and entered the academy.
At this hour, the scholars were studying in the front courtyard.
He headed to the courtyard where the large tree was located.
The red silk ribbons strung above fluttered vividly.
Recalling his actions from that day, Feng Fuce found himself profoundly amused.
The three-year promise — Bai Zhi’er back then didn’t truly plan to engage in any so-called three-year pact with him, did she?
Feng Fuce considered removing both his and Bai Zhi’er’s red silk ribbons.
Once he truly removed them, he intended to open them to see what she had secretly written, not letting him see back then.
As the red silk unfolded, revealing Bai Zhi’er’s words —
Feng Fuce’s eyes, cold as still wells, suddenly froze.