The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

Chapter 116 A cat sage of my level has the right to seduce anyone.

The night grew deeper.

After a night of fun and excitement, fatigue washed over me like a tide.

Xiao Bai rubbed her slightly sore eyes, yawned a little, and a few tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"Sister, I'm sleepy—" she said softly, with a hint of coquetry in her voice.

"Then let's rest." Zuo Qingqiu got up and gently picked up Xiaobai, who was still standing on the stool, and put him on the ground.

"Hmm!" Xiaobai nodded and began to use her hands and feet to untie the complicated and heavy wedding dress she was wearing.

She carefully removed the gold jewelry piece by piece and casually placed it into a small, unused wicker basket next to her.

The heavy wedding gown, outer robe, belt, and petticoat were removed layer by layer, haphazardly folded, and thrown into the basket, which quickly filled the basket.

Finally, all she was left with was her close-fitting white silk nightgown.

Freed from its restraints, Xiaobai immediately regained its liveliness. Like a slippery little fish, it "whooshed" into the brocade quilt on the wooden couch against the wall, its movements so fast that only a blur remained.

She rolled to the innermost spot, taking up the position against the wall, then poked her small head out from under the covers. Her silver hair was disheveled, her dragon horns were sticking out of the brocade quilt, and her big eyes blinked as she looked at Zuo Qingqiu, urging, "Sister, come quickly! It's warm in the quilt!"

Zuo Qingqiu looked at the somewhat messy bed and the basket full of wedding dresses and jewelry, gently shook her head, but a hint of doting tenderness appeared on her lips.

She walked to the tatami mat and first placed the basket on a low cabinet to the side.

Then, with graceful and gentle movements, she untied her outer robe and put it away, leaving only a plain white nightgown.

Finally, she lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down on her side.

The soft mattress sinks slightly, providing a comfortable, enveloping feel.

She pulled the blanket over herself, leaving only her shoulders and arms, clad in a plain white nightgown, exposed.

She rested her head on her soft, fragrant black hair, turned her head, and took one last look at the scene in the basket on the low cabinet.

The bright red wedding dress and gold ornaments were piled together, still radiating a festive and gorgeous luster in the dim light, which was out of place with the atmosphere of this secluded cave, yet strangely recorded the "playing house" that had just taken place, which was full of childlike innocence and warmth.

Then, she gently closed her eyes.

Beside her, she heard the soft rustling sound of Xiaobai shifting her body, and then a small body, warm and carrying a faint floral fragrance, gently snuggled up to her, habitually close to her.

In the tranquil palace, only the two of them could be heard breathing softly and steadily.

After a while, Xiaobai's soft, indistinct voice gently sounded beside the pillow: "Sister—goodnight."

Zuo Qingqiu didn't open her eyes, but the corners of her lips turned up slightly as she softly replied, "Okay, goodnight to you too."

A few days later.

Near the Yuntai Mountains, there is a natural lake called "Yingyue".

In the bitter cold of winter, the lake had long since frozen over, its surface smooth as a mirror, reflecting the leaden-gray sky and the jade-like branches of the surrounding trees.

Fine snowflakes fluttered down silently onto this enormous ice mirror, piling up on the ice surface and adding mottled white patches to the mirror.

In the middle of the lake stands an octagonal pavilion with upturned eaves, its frame made of ebony and its roof covered with green tiles. At this moment, it is also covered with a thin layer of snow. Several copper bells hanging from the eaves are covered with ice crystals, and when the wind blows, they only make a dull, light sound, no longer the crisp sound of the past.

Inside the pavilion are stone tables and benches, with a small red clay stove in the center, the fire burning brightly. On the stove sits a purple clay teapot with a handle, its spout emitting wisps of white steam, creating a charming contrast with the snow falling outside.

Zuo Qingqiu, dressed in a plain white Taoist robe with a silver fox fur coat over it, sat quietly in the pavilion, pouring tea from a teapot.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, exuding a serene air, as if the icy landscape and the desolate lake were merely the backdrop for her quiet contemplation.

Boiling water is poured into a white porcelain gaiwan, where tender green leaves unfurl and float, releasing a delicate fragrance that dispels the surrounding chill.

Little White was wrapped in a thick ferret cloak, the fluffy collar making her little face appear even whiter.

Instead of sitting still, she leaned over the vermilion railing by the pavilion, half her body hanging out, reaching out her little hand to try and catch the falling snowflakes.

Snowflakes fell into her warm palms, instantly turning into a few cool water droplets, but she was quite happy about it. Her big eyes followed the trajectory of the snowflakes, and the dragon tail behind her swayed restlessly under her cloak.

Besides them, there was another special "guest" in the pavilion.

It was a cat that was pure white except for a few streaks of black on its four paws and the tips of its ears.

It was slightly larger than a typical house cat, with fluffy, soft fur that shimmered like satin in the firelight.

A pair of emerald green eyes, as clear and bright as the finest jade, were now lazily curled up on a cushioned embroidered stool at Zuo Qingqiu's feet, enjoying the warmth from the fire. Occasionally, it would stick out its pink tongue to lick its front paws, its behavior elegant and intelligent.

This is the spirit pet named "Yingluo" raised by Wen Shuyi, the deputy peak master of Zixu Peak and a female cultivator who practices both Confucianism and Taoism.

Although it was only a minor demon with the cultivation level of Qi Refining and had not yet taken human form or spoken, it was already intelligent and possessed human-like qualities.

When Wen Shuyi was reading, it often stayed by her side. Over time, it also picked up a bit of a scholarly air, with calm eyes, unlike the lively cats of the past.

At this moment, it was begged by Xiaobai to be carried to the lakeside pavilion to "enjoy the snow," and it was not afraid of life and settled in peacefully.

"Yingluo, Yingluo, look at that snowflake, it's so big!" Xiaobai pointed to a snowflake outside the pavilion, which looked like goose feathers, and excitedly turned back to the white cat.

Upon hearing this, Yingluo lazily raised her emerald eyes, glanced at it, then lowered her head listlessly, resting it on her front paws, and let out a barely audible "purr" from her throat, as if to say, "What's the big deal?"

Xiao Bai didn't mind, turned around and ran back to the table, sat down next to Zuo Qingqiu, and stared longingly at the cup of tea that had just been brewed in her hand.

"Sister, is the tea ready? It smells so good!"

Zuo Qingqiu pushed the cup of tea in her hand towards her: "Be careful, it's hot."

He took another cup and poured himself a drink.

Xiao Bai picked up the teacup, first took a deep sniff, then squinted his eyes in satisfaction before sipping it slowly.

As the hot tea warmed her, she sighed contentedly, put down the teacup, and turned her attention back to Yingluo.

"Yingluo~ come here, let me hug you!" Xiaobai squatted down next to the embroidered stool and reached out to pet the cat.

Yingluo seemed to be used to her enthusiasm and did not dodge. However, when Yingluo's fingers touched her back fur, she twitched her ears slightly, glanced at her with her green eyes, and meowed reservedly, which was considered as tacit consent.

Xiao Bai finally got his wish and hugged Yingluo in his arms. He sat on the stone bench and stroked its smooth, soft fur gently.

Yingluo was initially a little stiff, but with Xiaobai's gentle touch and the warmth of the fire, she gradually relaxed, even squinting her eyes slightly, and the snoring in her throat became louder.

"Look, sister, Yingluo is so well-behaved!"

Xiaobai lifted the cat a little higher, as if presenting a treasure. Yingluo's four paws were dangling in the air. She twisted her body slightly, a little displeased, but did not show her claws.

Zuo Qingqiu watched the interaction between the dragon and the cat, and the corners of her lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.

Xiao Baitian has a fondness for furry little animals, and she is especially fond of Yingluo. Every time she sees her, she pesters Wen Shuyi to let her borrow her for half a day.

Wen Shuyi was also generous, knowing that Xiaobai was kind-hearted and would not hurt Yingluo, so she often agreed.

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