After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly "Repay" Their Gratitude - Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Master’s Legs are Soft and Fragrant

He Ange got beaten up by Feng Yuan.

She pinched his cheeks, warning him with extreme prejudice—never to call Qin Shiyan “Master” again.

This was Feng Yuan’s nature.

Usually, if He Ange made small mistakes, Feng Yuan wouldn’t care, embodying the magnanimity of a Phoenix Sovereign.

But the moment he crossed her red line—even if it was something as minor as calling Qin Shiyan “Master” a few times—she would erupt into uncontrollable fury.

And when Feng Yuan got angry, she was completely zero-tolerance.

She would force He Ange to choose between the two.

This time, she didn’t even beat him—she was already being lenient.

Over the years, He Ange had suffered countless beatings from Feng Yuan.

Don’t let her small stature fool you—she hit hard.

Feng Yuan firmly believed in the principle:

“Spare the rod, spoil the disciple.”

He Ange never resisted.

Mainly because he couldn’t.

Feng Yuan was stronger and had saved his life.

Even if she occasionally went too far…

What could he do? Refuse her?

When Feng Yuan gave an order, it was imperial decree to He Ange.

No matter how much it went against his conscience, he had to obey.

So, after swearing to never call Qin Shiyan “Master” again, He Ange gave Feng Yuan a thorough shoulder massage, followed by a foot rub, finally placating the little sovereign’s temper.

That night, exhausted from his massage duties, He Ange wanted nothing more than to return to the Fox Clan and curl up with An Luo Yi, sleeping until noon.

But just as he was about to leave—

“It’s late. Don’t go back.”

Feng Yuan’s voice stopped him.

She patted the empty spot next to her on the sofa.

“Come. Stay with your Master.”

He Ange knew there was no refusing.

So, that night, persuaded by Feng Yuan, He Ange didn’t return to the Fox Clan.

Instead, he rested his head on her thighs.

…

Feng Yuan’s legs were soft, fair, and fragrant.

A little short, but comfortable enough.

The only problem was…

He Ange couldn’t sleep well.

The psychological pressure was too great.

If not for Feng Yuan gently stroking his hair like a child, just lying on a True God Realm Phoenix Sovereign’s lap would have given him nightmares.

His heart would’ve pounded all night.

—

Next Morning

Before He Ange left, Feng Yuan pulled him back, her voice laced with resentment:

“Don’t you dare pamper Qin Shiyan again.”

Her tone implied:

“I even let you sleep on my lap as a reward! Have some conscience!”

Feng Yuan seemed to think—

The reason He Ange was so attached to Qin Shiyan was because she treated him more gently.

This made Feng Yuan deeply insecure.

She was afraid He Ange would be stolen away.

That’s why she had forced him to sleep on her lap, trying to outdo Qin Shiyan in tenderness.

In truth, Feng Yuan didn’t understand human emotions well.

But she treated He Ange like her own child.

So, she thought letting him sleep on her lap was a good reward.

Feng Yuan was overreacting.

He Ange wasn’t even thinking that deeply.

He just treated people the way they treated him.

That was all.

Now, back in the Fox Clan, He Ange pondered—

How should he face Qin Shiyan from now on?

He had already slept on Feng Yuan’s lap.

If he dared call Qin Shiyan “Master” again, he’d get beaten black and blue.

Just as he was struggling with this dilemma—

A conversation caught his attention.

On the palace balcony, the Fox Saintess and the black-robed fairy were chatting.

“Teacher, did you reconcile with He Ange last night?”

“Mn… I misunderstood him. I apologized.”

“Oh? A Dragon Dynasty minister, lowering herself to make peace with a demonic cultivator?”

“Xia Zhiyue, do you want a beating?”

“Oh no, I’m so scared~”

The atmosphere was surprisingly lighthearted.

They stood side by side, gazing at the Fox Clan’s prospering villages.

Then, Xia Zhiyue turned—

And locked eyes with He Ange.

Her fox-like eyes curved into a smirk.

She nudged Qin Shiyan.

“Look, isn’t that your beloved disciple?”

“?!”

Xia Zhiyue’s voice was loud on purpose.

Instantly, Qin Shiyan turned—

Her face burning red.

He Ange just stared at her, wordless.

Had he… heard everything she just said?

“Ange… you’re awake.”

Qin Shiyan tried to break the awkward silence.

But He Ange suddenly smiled, as if enlightened.

He bowed respectfully.

“Good morning… Teacher.”

—

Meanwhile—

Chen Sheng had been unlucky lately.

After her confrontation with He Ange, she hadn’t gained the upper hand.

Instead, she had struck a shady deal.

The gist was—

Chen Sheng wouldn’t report He Ange.

In return, He Ange would let her take credit for the Fox Clan’s revival.

A decent plan.

But the problem was—

While working in the fields, Chen Sheng ran into someone familiar.

“Chen Sheng… What are you doing?”

Qin Shiyan stood there, baffled.

“Didn’t the Empress order you to return after killing Ye Qingchuan?”

Chen Sheng’s face flushed crimson.

How could she explain?

That she’d been blackmailed into manual labor by He Ange?

Just as she regretted her life choices—

Several Fox Clan youths chimed in:

“Esteemed Immortal, Lady Sheng’er is Lord He Yuan’s friend!”

“She came all this way to help us!”

“Yes! Lady Sheng’er’s magic is amazing!”

“She planted half our fields in just a few days!”

“Everyone in the Fox Clan loves her!”

“Huh…?”

Chen Sheng blinked, stunned.

As more villagers praised her, her regret faded.

Growing up in the Dragon Dynasty, Chen Sheng was no stranger to flattery.

But what she lacked was genuine recognition.

And the Fox Clan people gave her that.

Their words might not hold much weight, but—

She liked hearing them.

Especially in front of Qin Shiyan.

It was vanity, but—

After working so hard, she wanted someone to acknowledge her efforts.

And Qin Shiyan was the perfect witness.

Without realizing it, Chen Sheng stopped feeling ashamed.

She even felt…

A sense of pride.

Maybe He Ange’s “menial labor” wasn’t so bad after all.

“I see… Lady Sheng’er has contributed greatly.”

Qin Shiyan nodded approvingly.

“I’ll report your deeds to the Empress.”

Just then—

“What about me? I did more than Chen Sheng!”

Another familiar voice interrupted.

Yan Ruyu.

As Qin Shiyan listened to the villagers praise yet another “benevolent helper” recruited by He Ange…

She finally understood.

The Fox Clan’s rapid revival wasn’t luck.

It was He Ange’s doing.

“He Ange… truly has talent.”

With a sigh, Qin Shiyan had to admit defeat.

—

Elsewhere—

Southern Ghost Mountain. Ghost Controlling Sect.

“WHO KILLED MY GRANDSON?!”

An enraged elder smashed the altar, his yellowed teeth bared.

Meanwhile—

Azure Dragon Clan Meeting Hall.

“Our divination confirms—Princess Chen Sheng didn’t kill Ye Qingchuan.”

“The culprit was the Spirit Phoenix Sect’s Holy Son… He Yuan.”

“A PHOENIX?!”

On the throne, Ye Haotian’s eyes burned with murderous intent.

“If I can’t touch the Empress… I’ll skin that Phoenix brat alive!”