More important than all of this, however, was that he seemed to really care about her in his own way, which was evident in how he came to her rescue over and over again. He wanted to marry her as a means of sparing her from further mistreatment in the section. And every other intention he had, seemed to be rooted in his desire to please and protect her. What more could she ask for in a prospective partner, really?

Perhaps she'd been wrong to condemn him, just as so many others were wrong about her. Whatever he was, he deserved to be acknowledged for his good qualities, she could no longer deny that.

Coming to this conclusion, the girl's ink black eyes were limpid and resolute as she firmly set her gaze upon the man's peerless countenance. Her words crystal clear as she spoke, "Zhu Qingyue, I will not let you die!"

Senior Zhu appeared to be mystified by her declaration. As he was about to question the girl, she retracted her hands and announced, "I'll be back shortly. I prepared something for you!"

After her declaration, Li Meirong shut her eyes and almost instantaneously disappeared, leaving only her mortal shell crouching by the bedside.

After his wife's soul departed into the spatial dimension, Bai Qingyue still remained laying on the tiny bed, staring at Li Meirong with a look of perplexity on his face. He imagined her saying or doing any number of things that night, such as finally agreeing to marry him, bear his children, or even just perform her wifely duties out of sympathy for his suffering... However, once again, the girl had managed to completely topple all of his expectations.

Indeed, when it came to handling his consort, the circumstances always seemed to be beyond his control. And yet, despite not having the situation align with his desires, Bai Qingyue still couldn't stop his mouth from stretching into an elated, full-blown grin.

Since Li Meirong didn't wish for him to die, didn't that actually mean that she already cared deeply for him?

After so long, he finally managed to carve a place in her heart, not as a fox, but as a man.

Consequently, the Sovereign Lord's mind became occupied with thoughts of what his consort could have prepared for him.

'But for now, I have to take care of this…' Bai Qingyue silently mused, sighing in frustration as he assessed the problematic region of his bulging third leg.

Relinquishing the "wounded ailing man" facade, the Fox Lord strode to the bamboo enclosure and showered in freezing cold water.