Chapter 575: Chapter 541: The Master is Away

Looking at how she coddled the cat as if it were her ancestor, Baili An knew that even if he lost all his cultivation, he could probably roam freely and live a carefree life in the Demon World as her pet.

But at the same time, he would forever be imprisoned by her side, only as a pet to be stroked and played with, never able to go anywhere else.

Baili An’s purpose in the Demon World was Mi Lu, and naturally, he did not wish to follow her.

He meowed twice, his paws struggled and scraped against the fabric of her sleeve, and his fur stood on end as if in defiance.

Afraid that his message was not clear enough, he even began to use Ning Feiyan beside him, gazing at her with light blue vertical pupils, his eyes brimming with a ring of watery tears, pitifully begging.

With ears drooping pathetically, his soft calls were endlessly plaintive, melting anyone’s heart who heard them.

He displayed the loyal appearance of one who would rather die than leave his owner’s side.

His front paws stretched out as if pleading to be held, desperately wanting to return to his owner’s embrace.

Caught off guard by his performance, Ning Feiyan looked at him with a strange expression, finding his exaggerated acting ludicrously funny.

She suppressed the smile tugging at her lips and also cooperated by pretending to look deeply in love and reluctant to part with him.

But she put on a troubled front, as if daring not to defy the Demon Lord. She looked at Baili An with a pained smile, reluctance clear, “His Majesty favoring you is the good fortune of ten lifetimes, you must behave yourself.”

Hearing this, Baili An’s calls became even more pitiful and lowly, and appropriately, he squeezed out two tears from his eyes, wiggling and managing to break free from the Demon Lord’s hold, and jumped to Ning Feiyan’s feet, insistently rubbing his cheek against the tassel of her skirt, being endearingly clingy.

Ning Feiyan wiped away tears with her fingertip, wanting to crouch down and hold him, but she glanced at the Demon Lord’s expression and managed to restrain herself from moving.

The little cat by her feet kept circling her, croaking out hoarse meows.

As if it knew its fate was to be abandoned, its tail hung disheartened to the ground, it coaxed with fur, its claws appeasingly hooked onto her dress, its eyes watery.

Hong Zhuang, kneeling to the side, was dumbfounded by how the human and cat communicated so seamlessly with just a look, their understanding perfect.

However, this clearly expressed the cat’s reluctance to leave.

The Monarch, who ruled over the Demon Realm, no matter how fond she was of the cat, surely would not unreasonably force someone beloved by others.

Hong Zhuang couldn’t help but look at the Female Demon Lord’s expression, her body trembling slightly.

The smile at the lips of the Female Demon Lord had disappeared, and looking at the white cat at Ning Feiyan’s feet, her brows furrowed, and her gaze immediately grew cold.

Without a word, she walked over and picked up the cat again, her eyes coldly sweeping over Ning Feiyan, “This cat, I will take.”

Hearing her overbearing tone, Ning Feiyan’s heart sank, beginning to doubt whether she had discovered the cat’s origin.

This was clearly not the best time to hand Baili An over to her, but she was facing the Demon Lord, and to resist or disobey would only lead to death.

In the end, Baili An was still taken away by the Female Demon Lord.

Ning Feiyan sighed, seated herself at the desk, and massaged her temples with a pained expression.

She looked at the Young Lord Mi Lu lying unconscious in a pool of blood, and soon her indifferent gaze withdrew from him, scoffing, “It seems Zangxin has told him about my involvement in the Monarch’s Return Banquet.”

As for Hong Zhuang, who lay injured and unable to rise, Ning Feiyan couldn’t even spare a cold glance.

She poured herself a cup of cold tea, smelled the fragrance without sipping, “You are still as useless as you were back then, without a bit of improvement.”

She stood up, her porcelain-like finger holding the teacup steadily, went to Mi Lu’s side, and flipped her wrist.

The cup of cold bitter tea was completely poured on his face, she placed the teacup back on the desk without expression, “Is such a waste worth your fear all these years?”

Hong Zhuang watched Ning Feiyan’s actions in shock, unable to speak for a long time.

This was the monarch served by the Enchanting Demon clan for generations, even the River Lord of the Two Rivers would not dare to show him the slightest disrespect, and yet she dared to be so irreverent…

Baili An couldn’t understand how a woman as cruel as the Demon Lord could be so obsessive over a cat.

He had thought that the Demon Lord was just interested on a whim, keeping him as a toy for amusement, but it wasn’t until he was brought back to the Netherworld Palace that he realized the Demon Lord took the matter of keeping a cat very seriously.

In Chao Mu Hall, Baili An could tell that Ning Feiyan did not actually like cats, or perhaps she was not interested in any small animals at all.

Ning Feiyan never allowed him to step on her bed, and had it not been for Hong Zhuang’s gratitude for the favor at the Bronze Gate, giving him a small bed, he would have had to sleep on the cold stone floor day and night.

But the treatment in the Netherworld Palace was entirely different.

With a command from the Demon Lord, the furnishings in the Netherworld Palace were changed in an instant: an ink-jade ancient bed carved with swimming dragons, curtains of wisteria color, heavy like clouds, and thirty-seven new Luminous Glass Lamps were added to the hall.

Even the floor was covered with a layer of brocade carpet, stepping on which felt like walking on clouds.

The originally stern and cold Netherworld Palace was transformed with careful attention, swept with the warmth of spring, and the palace filled with fragrance.

After dismissing the other people in the hall, the Female Demon Lord indolently kicked off her shoes and stockings, holding Baili An without any scruples, and brought him onto the Monarch’s bed that had always been forbidden. She carefully treated his wounds with a meticulousness no one had ever seen before.