Jing Rui and his sister both turned toward the bushes. "Shh," Jing Rui silenced his sister and quietly reached behind him, pulling out an arrow. He nocked it and aimed at the white figure in the bushes.

"Yip." The little fox was startled by the wind of the arrow. She had narrowly escaped death again. Oh, this place was too dangerous.

"What a beautiful fox!" The woman gasped. "Brother, hurry, let's catch it."

Jing Rui immediately agreed; he also thought the fox was beautiful.

The brother and sister both pulled out arrows and nocked their bows, shooting three arrows each, making six arrows in total, all aimed at the little fox.

Seeing the danger, the little fox immediately turned and ran. Jing Rui and his sister quickly mounted their horses and gave chase.

Though they all had four legs, the little fox's legs were short. Even though she had the advantage of being able to weave around corners, the gap between her and the horses was closing rapidly.

As the little fox ran for her life, she whimpered. Was she really going to die in this unknown place? She had just healed from her leg injury and only came out for a walk. Now, a familiar animal had been killed, and now they were hunting her too. Could this really be "heaven’s jealousy of the beautiful beast"?

The little fox darted this way and that, turning left and right, while Jing Rui and his sister stayed behind, maintaining a steady distance.

As she ran, the little fox realized she had already left the deep mountains, though she hadn't noticed yet.

Ahead, she saw a camp, with a flag clearly displaying the characters "Bei Yan." Seeing the camp, the little fox immediately knew this was bad. No wonder those two had only been chasing her—they hadn’t taken action yet.

The woman shouted to the soldiers stationed at the camp, "Come here, capture the fox ahead!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

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Hearing this, the little fox's heart sank. She was a princess? Oh no, she had heard that human princesses weren’t normal. If she got caught, would she even survive?

The little fox dashed into the camp, slightly slowing down. Her big eyes scanned the tents, and she rushed toward one of the larger tents.

Inside the central tent, the man, hearing the commotion outside, was about to open the tent flap to see what was going on. As he lifted the flap, a white figure collided into his arms.

Immediately, the entire camp went silent.

Jing Rui and his sister stopped calling for her to be captured, and the soldiers stopped trying to surround her.

The little fox felt sure that she had collided with someone important, or else everyone wouldn’t have stopped and stared at her. If she was lucky, the person she bumped into might save her.

Cautiously, she lifted her little head and froze. Her fox eyes locked onto the man’s face, unable to look away.

What kind of person was this?

The man appeared to be about twenty years old, with porcelain-like skin and breathtaking beauty. His black hair was tied high and fixed with a jade crown. His sharp brows, narrow eyes, elegant nose, and cherry-red lips all indicated that he was currently displeased.

He was stunning, the first thought that crossed the little fox’s mind.

Maybe she was saved, was her second thought.

While the little fox stared at the man, he was also observing the little creature in his arms.

The little thing was small and soft, like a white puffball, with pointy ears drooping to the sides, looking slightly dejected. Her eyes were a rare purple, and she was staring intently at his face, with a glistening shine at the corner of her mouth—likely from drool.

The man was bewildered. How could he see such a look in the eyes of a little creature? It seemed like she was admiring his beauty.

He found it amusing. Was he really seeing this? Could a fox have such an expression? Was he imagining things?

But the next moment, the man stopped laughing. He noticed black paw prints on his chest, where the little fox’s paws had left marks. And not just one print—there were four paw prints all over it.

The man was wearing his favorite garment, a royal robe made of silk from the Weaving Bureau, newly crafted with heavenly silk. The base was white, embroidered with blue and gold threads forming cloud patterns.

To show his respect for the royal hunt, he had specifically worn it. But now, on his pristine white robe, there were paw prints. Instantly, the man felt like strangling the little fox in his arms to make up for his displeasure.

The little fox wasn’t stupid. While beauty was tempting, ahem, tempting for a fox, she could still sense the coldness in the man’s eyes.

She struggled to escape his grasp. When the man saw the little fox scratching and wriggling in his arms, he smiled. Trying to run? He was now sure that this little fox had spiritual intelligence. She could tell from his expression that he was angry and that she was in danger, so she was trying to escape.

But his arms weren’t a place where she could come and go as she pleased.