Chapter 156: Yin the Fox’s Family Status

Jiang Niannian tried to conceal her emotions, but Yin Buqi, that old fox, had already taken in every subtle expression on her face.

Seizing the opportunity, he nudged closer to Jiang Niannian and hugged her tightly.

Then, as if struck by an idea, he wrapped his fox tail around his own hands several times, tying a loose knot.

He was very diligent in tying himself up.

Jiang Niannian looked at him, her expression growing increasingly strange.

“What are you doing?”

Yin Buqi tilted his head and shook his firmly bound hands at her, his voice soft and coquettish.

“Niannian, I’ve already imprisoned myself. Come on, take full advantage of me.”

“Come, be ruthless and torment me!”

Jiang Niannian: “…” Why was he the one being shameless, yet she was the one feeling embarrassed?

But then she thought—so long as he didn’t risk his life doing reckless things, so long as he didn’t stir up trouble while his body was still weak—if he wanted to be shameless, then so be it.

They were husband and wife anyway.

It wasn’t like anyone else would see.

Meanwhile, Black and White Impermanence, who had been quietly preparing to slip away unnoticed to avoid witnessing the inappropriate scene about to unfold: The Emperor has thrown away his dignity just to coax his wife. Tsk, can’t bear to watch.

Seeing that Jiang Niannian wasn’t responding, the smile on Yin Buqi’s lips faded, and his red eyes darkened slightly.

Without another word, he kissed her lips, still dewy with moisture, and slowly trailed downward, lingering at her neck.

His warm breath dyed her fair skin a rosy hue.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his voice husky with restraint.

“Niannian… I’m seducing you.”

The moment he finished speaking, Yin Buqi suddenly crouched down and plunged into the water, searching for a flower.

“!!!”

Jiang Niannian froze as if someone had stepped on her tail, completely still, her snow-white skin instantly turning crimson.

Yin Buqi grazed his teeth gently against her.

Jiang Niannian had been standing, but her legs gave out, and she collapsed into the hot spring.

“Buqi.”

She called his name, her watery eyes shining like stars as she pushed him away with a hand.

“Stop messing around…”

Yin Buqi’s voice was muffled from beneath the water.

“I’m going to mess around.”

“I’ll mess around with Niannian all night.”

—

Much later, Jiang Niannian emerged from the hot spring, exhausted, with a large fox clinging to her.

A fox that had transformed back into his original form due to a mix of excitement and physical exhaustion.

Back in the Soul-Enchantment Hall, Jiang Niannian buried herself in the soft silk bedding, unwilling to speak.

Meanwhile, the discarded fox on the floor swiftly and skillfully burrowed into the blankets.

Jiang Niannian, still sore from his antics, frowned and kicked Yin the Fox toward the foot of the bed.

“I’m tired. Don’t touch me. Get down and sleep.”

Caught off guard, Yin Buqi flipped onto his back, four paws up in the air.

He cautiously curled up at the edge of the bed, his red eyes filled with grievance as he looked at Jiang Niannian.

Silence filled the hall for a while.

But clearly, Yin the Fox was not satisfied with sleeping without being held by Jiang Niannian.

“Niannian, are you asleep?”

No response.

Yin Buqi continued speaking to himself.

“Niannian, what is love?”

Jiang Niannian replied, “…Love? To me, it’s Yin Buqi.”

Yin Buqi was momentarily stunned.

Her words had completely soothed him.

He crawled over and lay on top of Jiang Niannian, trembling with laughter.

Yet he still complained, “Then why won’t Niannian hold me when we sleep?”

Jiang Niannian kicked him through the blanket.

“That’s enough! Don’t act cute after taking advantage of me.”

Yin Buqi was overjoyed, rubbing against her, burying his head into the warmth of her neck.

He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with her grassy, fresh scent.

It was sweet and warm, flowing through his blood to every part of his body.

As he breathed in their mingled scents, he felt utterly satisfied.

This scent declared that she belonged to him completely.

Jiang Niannian patted his fox head.

“Alright, sleep now.”

Yin Buqi instantly quieted down, resting his head on her stomach, unmoving.

Jiang Niannian felt like something was missing.

Thinking for a moment, she wrapped his tail around herself before finally falling asleep.

—

Yin Buqi recovered quickly.

After some days of rest, he was already back to normal.

That morning, when Jiang Niannian woke up, she felt an overwhelming exhaustion, as if even moving her fingers was too much.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Yin Buqi’s half-exposed chest.

Their long hair had tangled together, spreading across the pillow.

Yin Buqi had held her too tightly all night.

His body heat made her sweat profusely.

Jiang Niannian tried to push the blanket off, but as soon as she moved, Yin Buqi let out a dissatisfied grumble.

She reached out and nudged his head.

“Didn’t you say you had things to do today?”

“Mm.”

Yin Buqi hummed through his nose, half-asleep.

Jiang Niannian eyed him.

He was getting lazier and lazier, especially fond of draping himself over her.

His limbs wrapped around her quickly, as if he wanted to be an accessory hanging off her body all day long.

Last night, he refused to let her go.

And afterward, he even insisted on helping her clean up.

She buried her face into the pillow and grumbled, “You won’t let me use Dust-Cleaning Technique, but can’t I at least take a bath?”

Sticky, damp—it was uncomfortable.

Yin Buqi pulled her back into his embrace.

“I like Niannian carrying my scent.”

Jiang Niannian blinked and gazed at him.

She stared at him for a while, then slowly reached out, tracing from the corners of his slightly flushed eyes down his breathtakingly handsome face.

So beautiful, she thought.

Sensing her movements, Yin Buqi suddenly tightened his arms around her.

His eyes opened, still drowsy, lacking their usual gloom, with a hint of confusion.

The corners were tinged with a faint red.

Half-asleep, half-awake, he looked at her.

“Niannian, where are you going?”

Jiang Niannian’s heart pounded violently, her throat tightening.

“…Just tired of lying down. I want to go out for a walk.”

Yin Buqi clung tightly to her, brushing aside her loose hair to reveal scattered crimson marks along her neck, like tiny peach blossoms.

He traced them with his fingertips, his mind drifting as he murmured hoarsely, “Niannian, I still want…”

“You don’t!”

Jiang Niannian cut him off immediately.

Yin Buqi raised an eyebrow.

Fearing he would turn into a beast again, Jiang Niannian shoved him away and got out of bed.

As she passed the massive floor-length bronze mirror by the bedside, she caught a glimpse of herself—covered in his marks.

Even her calves and the tops of her feet hadn’t been spared.

Densely packed.

Her inner thighs were especially covered.

A few seconds later, an outraged voice erupted within the hall.

“Yin Buqi!”

“…”

Jiang Niannian’s eyes flicked over to the stiffening figure across from her, and she couldn’t help but fume.

She had slept so soundly that she let him take advantage of her without even realizing it!

For a moment, she considered disciplining him.

But remembering all the suffering Yin Buqi had endured for her, Jiang Niannian hesitated.

She sighed, dressed herself, then pulled out a golden embroidered red robe from the wardrobe and tossed it to him.

“See if it fits.”

Yin Buqi didn’t immediately sit up.

The blanket slid down, revealing his well-toned, fair chest.

He picked up the robe, the corners of his lips lifting, his brows elegant and sharp, his eyes deep and captivating.

“Niannian made this for me?”

Seeing his smirk and the obvious delight on his face, Jiang Niannian nodded.

“Mm.”