Chapter 95: Unwittingly Becoming the Third Prince's Consort

I watched as You Luo slowly approached me. To be honest, I was a little afraid.

You Luo carried with him a faint green aura of the netherworld, an aura that might make Rebecca feel oppressed!

All the little cats stepped back a few paces—but unexpectedly, Rebecca suddenly swiped her paw! A massive pillar of ice crashed down on my head!

I was so stunned I couldn’t even react; with a bang, I was knocked unconscious.

When I woke up, I was no longer in that gloomy, terrifying forest but in a place I had never been before—a strange place, shrouded in darkness everywhere.

“She’s awake! She’s awake!”

Several girls who looked very pretty surrounded me. They were tall and fair-skinned, speaking softly and gently like flowing water.

“Quick, go tell the Third Nether Prince!”

One of the girls suddenly spoke up, and another quickly nodded and ran off, probably to inform You Luo, as they said.

I was scared and sat up from under the blanket, observing the building around me and these things.

It all looked very strange. I had never been here before, yet it felt oddly familiar, as if I had seen this place somewhere before.

And now it was obvious—I was probably in You Luo’s home.

So this must be the Netherworld?

After a while, You Luo appeared before me, accompanied by a woman. The moment I saw the woman, my head buzzed.

She looked like my mother!

But at the same time, she was different—the aura, and many other things were not the same—so I thought she wasn’t.

To be honest, my father passed away six years ago, and even more so since my mother went mad and left.

My dad said my mother had always been insane, running away for a long time, returning home to give birth to my younger sibling, then leaving again.

So, there were hardly any photos of my mother at home. Xin’er had never seen her, and my impression of my mother was very faint.

“Feeling better?” You Luo stood beside me, smiling warmly.

“Much better,” I answered, neither cold nor warm.

“Can you eat something later?” he asked again, seemingly unconcerned about the tone of my reply.

I scoffed, “Do you even have anything I can eat here?”

A malevolent spirit doesn’t need to eat, right? Would he really prepare food for me, a human?

“Of course, I’d prepare something if I brought you here,” You Luo said, surprisingly having made preparations.

“I want milk,” I said with a slight smile, speaking with righteous certainty.

“Okay,” he agreed without hesitation.

Then You Luo ordered someone nearby to fetch some milk.

“Prepare some food for the Third Princess Consort.”

The little girls were about to nod, but I laughed again.

“Third Princess Consort—such a lovely title.”

“You go get it,” I said, pointing at him, imperious.

You Luo glanced at me but still smiled.

“Alright.”

Then he turned and left.

I watched him go, followed by the woman.

The way she walked still reminded me strongly of my mother. Honestly, I almost asked her name.

My impression of my mother was shallow, mostly from what my father told me. My dad’s name was Bai Ruiyun; my mom’s name was Chen Juan—that was all.

This was the Netherworld. If my mother was truly dead, maybe I could find her here.

But I didn’t ask.

I was still a little stubborn—not with others, but with You Luo.

This guy always seemed to be smiling, saving me from peril multiple times, yet every time I met him, trouble followed.

Maybe I was being unreasonable, but I really felt You Luo was no good.

Now everything was clear: from the start, Ning Ning ambushed me, You Luo suddenly appeared to help, then at the hotel, Rebecca stole back the footage.

Those two were clearly in cahoots.

It couldn’t be such a coincidence.

After I interacted with You Luo, Rebecca immediately found out and came close to me, rubbing against my collar—adding another mark of collusion with the Soul Hunter on me.

Wang Chuan once said Rebecca was colluding with the Netherworld, and I got another little red flag.

The previous ambush by the rift demons wasn’t just luck either—never early or late, it seemed designed to discover my little red flag, painting me as a traitor.

Wang Chuan had me locked in his room, watching the situation unfold like a game, eventually letting Rebecca and the others slip up on their own.

If I were him, after dealing with me once, I wouldn’t let me do anything to upset him again.

But thinking carefully, I felt something was off—this time probably had something to do with Rebecca again.

First, the second ambush by the demons.

They said they were looking for the Third Princess Consort, but could it be that You Luo was testing Wang Chuan?

I don’t know why I thought this way, but I felt our engagement was very strange.

Even if the engagement was genuine, I believed it, but You Luo had only seen me twice.

Twice he helped me, twice he harmed me.

Wang Chuan saw me interacting with You Luo, took his soul, locked me up without hesitation, and gave me a good scolding.

That proved Wang Chuan didn’t like You Luo.

Yet You Luo didn’t like me either.

If You Luo liked me, how could he not take me away the first time we met? Instead, he let me return to Wang Chuan.

Unless I was useful to him while with Wang Chuan.

But if that were the case, I wasn’t someone he truly cared for.

I don’t believe that after seeing me in the human world, he would just let me go back, then turn around and bring a horde of demons to raid the rift for me.

And Wang Chuan had me chained up strictly those days.

So You Luo just wanted to know if I was important to Wang Chuan?

This guess came from the panties incident.

Who found them? Who sent them to You Luo?

Rebecca? She was the only cat I suspected.

But setting that aside, why would You Luo rub his scent on my panties?

You Luo, my supposed fiancé, supposedly loved me, and went into the rift to take me away—this was confirmed at the time.

But You Luo knew Wang Chuan had me locked up, and if he knew Rebecca, he certainly knew about my relationship with Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan was an ancient ferocious beast. What was a ferocious beast? When its rage flared, it had no sense of right or wrong, no reasoning—just a male animal spreading its violent temper everywhere!

He wasn’t human, thus not thinking like a human—just a male savage beast.

I think that’s putting it mildly. In short, Wang Chuan was no minor character, and You Luo certainly didn’t treat him as one.

You Luo rubbed his scent on my panties, which then returned to the rift. The result was obvious.

Wang Chuan, that possessive male beast, if he found out, would have slaughtered me.

I had long sensed Wang Chuan’s male possessiveness.

Honestly, when I saw Wang Chuan come back and confront me, the fierce aura he emitted terrified me—I thought he might kill me outright, refusing to let anyone else have me.

But after discovering this, he only scolded me and gave me a few swats on the bottom for losing my temper.

He didn’t kill me.

Although I was kicked out of Wang Chuan’s place, outsiders didn’t know what happened between us. Everyone thought I was expelled because of those panties, unaware of the dispute over our marriage.

But that was enough—my survival proved Wang Chuan still cared, even if he was furious, possibly cuckolded, he still didn’t kill me.

So can I deduce that You Luo from then on was sure I was important to Wang Chuan?

Just now in the forest, I immediately saw that faint green glow.

Rebecca had no light on her, which meant You Luo had arrived long ago, waiting to play hero.

I refused to go with him straight away, so Rebecca’s blows targeted my head—to knock me out.

Once unconscious, You Luo could take me away without resistance.

Of course, this was my own theory, and I believed it all made sense.

These deductions showed that my engagement to You Luo was either fake or nominal.

You Luo didn’t like me at all, not even caring whether I lived or died.

Then, what exactly was his purpose?