Chapter 118: The Mountain Flower Bride

“All right, Xiao Bai, you’re fine now—no pain, no pain.” At this moment, Xiao Bai was stretching out its chubby legs, letting Fu Bao apply medicine, while Xiao Hei sat nearby, tail raised, waiting for his turn.

“Tough luck this time, wasn’t it? I told you not to run off like that. You’re lucky those monsters didn’t eat you,” the young lady from the Chen family poked Xiao Bai’s belly with a smile.

“Let’s hurry and leave. It won’t be good if those monsters catch up with us,” Gu Li said, gently patting Xiao Hei’s head.

“Mm.”

Woof woof: Did someone forget something?

Quack quack: No, everyone’s here.

Squeak squeak: No!

Woof woof: Oh!

The group hurriedly urged their donkeys forward, galloping away into the distance.

They traveled through the night, finally escaping the mountains and arriving at a bustling town. Upon entering, the streets were awash with red decorations—it was the day a wealthy family was holding a wedding.

“Wow, it’s so lively! Let’s go take a look,” the Chen family’s young lady said, clearly excited.

“Come on, I want to see too,” Fu Bao tugged at his best friend’s sleeve, and the two jumped down from the donkey cart.

“Hey, hey, don’t run off!” the driver called after them.

“Master, why are you...” Gong Shaoyu started to shout, but before he could finish, he saw Yu Sheng also slipping off the cart.

“Oh! I smell something delicious here,” Yu Sheng said, lifting his head to sniff deeply—ah, the scent of fine wine! “Hehe, there’s alcohol!”

“Master, that’s your old habit acting up again,” Gong Shaoyu said, shaking his head with a helpless smile.

The wedding was for the son of a wealthy local family named Mei—Mei Tianli. Not only was he handsome, but he was also kind-hearted and well-educated.

Yet, as the group blended into the crowd, they sensed something was amiss. A wedding should be a joyful occasion, so why did the groom look as if he had just lost his father?

Mei Tianli felt utterly wronged. A few days ago, while out on business, he accidentally saved a flower maiden. She was slender, her face veiled, but her voice was captivating.

She said her name was Shan Hua. Our handsome and talented Mei couldn’t help but quote, “When the mountain flowers bloom, she smiles among the bushes,” instantly enchanted by her.

But who could explain why such a nearly perfect figure and voice belonged to a man with a lecherous face?

After several refusals, Shan Hua grew angry. She kidnapped his entire family and threatened that if he didn’t comply, there would be casualties.

Thus, Mei Tianli was forced into marriage, feeling utterly hopeless.

While Fu Bao, the Chen family’s young lady, and Yu Sheng were sneaking food and drink, a servant’s voice rang out:

“The bride is coming!” Though the voice trembled slightly—what was wrong?

“There’s demon energy,” Gu Yun said.

“Where?” Gong Shaoyu’s eyes lit up. Last time he fought monsters, it was exhilarating.

“In the bridal sedan chair.”

“Hm? You mean…”

“No way.”

The group watched as the bride was helped down from the sedan. First came her tiny feet, then her slender waist. A red veil covered her face, making it hard to see clearly.

“Oh! That bride must be beautiful—look at that figure!” the crowd murmured.

“That’s a flower demon,” Gu Yun stared intently at the bride’s silhouette.

“Gu brother, tone down those fiery eyes—you’re making the bride shy,” Gong Shaoyu teased.

Gu Yun fell silent.

Meanwhile, Shan Hua was nervous and frightened. Why were there hunters here? Was this man behind it all? How despicable.

Mei Tianli seemed to notice something, glancing at Gu Yun, perhaps hoping for help.

…

Mei Tianli was carried into the bridal chamber by servants. Shan Hua anxiously awaited inside.

“He’s drunk—huh! Good, saves me from having to tie you up,” Shan Hua said after everyone left, eyeing Mei Tianli on the bed. She then dragged a bag from a corner.

“You’ll come in handy.”

“Wahhh,” the little ginseng spirit, bound and gagged, struggled. He didn’t know if the duck brothers had made it out alive. Help!

“Hehe, soon you’ll enjoy yourself,” Shan Hua said with a sinister smile.

The little ginseng spirit was helpless, dangling in the center of the bed, wondering: Was he just a mascot?

“Work hard for me later. Don’t worry, if you’re tired, this will help,” Shan Hua said, patting the unconscious Mei Tianli’s cheek.

Then she glared fiercely at the little ginseng spirit. “And you, put some effort in, got it?”

“Yes!” the spirit responded.

…

Soon, the maids and servants outside heard a cacophony of crashing sounds inside, marveling at how formidable their young master was.

Inside, Gu Yun clapped his hands, watching Shan Hua lying on the floor, foaming at the mouth. He shook his head. Ugly she was, indeed—but that wasn’t her fault. However, scaring people and forcing marriage was unforgivable.

Gu Yun tightly bound the flower demon and, stroking his chin, quickly came up with a plan.

When Gu Yun was dealing with Shan Hua, the little ginseng spirit slipped out and headed to the front courtyard to find Fu Bao. If the hunter was here, Fu Bao certainly was too.

The three little ones sat quietly on the donkey cart, bored. Outside, a sneaky figure prowled.

Just as Duck Duck poked his head out, he locked eyes with a pair of lecherous eyes.

After a long moment—

Quack quack: There’s a thief!

Woof woof: Where?

Squeak squeak: I’ll bite him to death!

Soon, the narrow alley erupted with noises, birds flying and dogs barking wildly.

After dealing with the flower demon, the Mei family’s household quickly returned to peace. The little ginseng spirit clung to Fu Bao, spoiled and frightened.

Fu Bao: “You always called yourself the big boss, and now you’re scared like this?”