The strong smell of Chinese medicine permeated the room. Lying on the bed was a man who was as thin as a skeleton, with a wax-yellow complexion. His breath was weak and fragile. Upon seeing the arrival of the Lord, he forced a bitter smile and said, "The old illness has relapsed, causing embarrassment in front of the Lord."

As she circled around him, she lightly pinched the quilt on his face and whispered, "If the county magistrate is doing this for the sake of the people, why should he be ridiculed?"

The appearance of the county magistrate indicates that his days are numbered. Hua Jiayu lay on top of the gentleman, thinking about the original storyline, and couldn't help but feel that the current indifferent expression of the gentleman was probably filled with excitement.

It is not easy to resurrect a dead person. It requires gathering the essences of the human world. The Nine-Tailed Fox's inner pill is just an important catalyst, but the essences of the human world are indispensable.

Cheng Anping is love, while the county magistrate is a sickness. There is also Ming Guifei, who has been protecting Cheng Jun's safety since childhood, nurturing a deep hatred towards the emperor.

Having inspected the county magistrate's office, the prefect went out again to inspect the epidemic situation.

On the streets, the citizens wailed and cried with unending mournful voices. Everyone wore coarse linen clothes and had faces filled with numbness and despair.

The government official dragged the corpse infected with the plague to be incinerated. The black smoke never ceased from morning till night. After briefly glancing at it, the official returned to the county government office.

The stingy emperor sent an official instead of a royal physician. So, the official sent a servant to summon the remaining physicians in the county government office.

There were a total of nine langzhongs, among whom there was also a very beautiful little girl.

As an experienced translator, I would translate the given Chinese novel paragraph to English as follows: Once Jun had examined everyone, his gaze paused on the little girl's face for a moment before he coldly asked, "Do you have any way to heal the epidemic?"

The nine individuals fell into silence, unable to think of a solution.

Taking the opportunity, the ruler waved his hand and said, "I will give you all time. As long as you find a cure for the epidemic, you will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold."

For three consecutive days, the doctor was unable to find a solution. The number of people infected with the epidemic kept increasing, and if this continued, it wouldn't be long before the entire town would be wiped out.

On the fifth day, government officials also contracted the plague. In order to prevent the spread of the epidemic, the emperor sent imperial guards to guard the city and prohibited anyone, including the officials, from entering or leaving.

Late at night, Hua Jiayu was fast asleep when suddenly he was lifted up. He opened his eyes and saw the cold yet handsome face of Cheng Jun.

A person and a fox, along with a wheelchair, left the county government office and soon after, stopped at the place where the corpses were being burned.

Taking a brocade box out from Gentleman Cheng's arms, Forsaken handed it to the official responsible for burning the corpse, saying, "It's halfway filled."

The official did not question, and handed over half of the ashes in an urn to Cheng Jun.

Hua Jiayu glared at the brocade box, completely furious.

This is the remains of the epidemic-infected ashes. Can the protagonist please not act recklessly!

With the Lord carrying the brocade box in his arms and a calm expression on his face, it was evident from his continuous stroking of the white fox's back that he was in a very good mood. Huajiayu's mind was filled with thoughts of the Lord's hand touching the ashes to the point of death, ahhhh!

Returning to the room, Chong Jun noticed something unusual about Bai Hu. He lowered his head and asked softly, "Are you afraid?"

Hua Jiayu wagged his tail happily.

As the gentleman slightly smirked, his smile seemed neither genuine nor friendly, a chilling aura dissipated: "Rest assured, you are safer than me."

Hua Jiayu initially didn't understand, but upon careful consideration, he grasped the meaning. Unlike his original world, the nine-tailed fox in this book is naturally nurtured by the heavens and destined to become a half-immortal. Unless its body suffers indescribable devastation, it is impossible for it to die.

Where is Cheng Jun?

The next day, Cheng Jun began to have a low-grade fever. He lay in bed with a pale face. The doctor came and diagnosed him with the plague.

The antidote has not been developed yet. As Lord Jun's illness worsened, his complexion grew paler. His attendants and eunuchs who were once close to him treated him as if he were already dead.

The eunuch hastily placed down the food and quickly departed, covering his mouth and nose as if fearing to be infected by a plague. The emperor, with a cool gaze, looked at the white fox on the table, who had a melancholic expression on its face, and said in a soft voice, "If you are afraid, you may leave."

Hua Jiayu felt a sourness in his heart as he didn't have any fish to eat today. He shook his tail and ran over to Chéng Jūn, lying down beside him with a thud.

The original novel depicted that the white fox did not lose its consciousness. Firstly, it went on a chaotic rampage in the county, causing mayhem. At that time, it also infected the ruler with a plague, but in the end, the ruler did not die.

Why?

Because he is the protagonist!

Hua Jiayu doesn't like to run around aimlessly. It just so happens that Jun is sick, so he can spend more time with him and increase their affinity. Maybe the protagonist will be softened and let him go back to the mountains and forests directly!

The white fox nuzzled against his shoulder and lazily rested its head, taking advantage of the opportunity to sleep. As the gentleman lowered his gaze, he absentmindedly caressed the white fox's soft fur with a gentle touch.

During the night, as the Lord's fever escalated, his attendant was summoned outside the door. In a weak voice, he instructed, "Go and inform the guards outside the city that I am infected with the plague. Request that the Emperor send the imperial physicians immediately."

The attendant hurriedly ran outside the city upon receiving the command.

Hua Jiayu flicked his tail. Sure enough, the protagonist still had a faint affection for the emperor, after all, he was his biological father. There is no child who doesn't long for a father's love.

Unfortunately, the protagonist was born with a disability in both legs. Their father, with selfish motives, wondered if it was his own past mistakes that caused this, so he believed it was a punishment from heaven, giving him such a disappointment.

Three days later, the emperor's secret edict arrived. Riding on his palanquin, the emperor threw down the decree bearing the royal seal with a grim expression on his face.

Hua Jiayu extended his forehead and looked over.

A few perfunctory words, and no one invited the imperial physician to come.

Seeing the situation, the monarch covered Hua Jiayu's eyes and with a wave of his hand, the secret decree on the ground instantly turned to ashes.

The person who had just come in from the rooftop, Ginseng Spirit, trembled upon seeing the situation with their fair and tender body.

He expressed that he really did not want to come, but who knew that Jun had actually placed a curse on him? If he didn't come, he would die!

Already aware of the presence of the ginseng essence, she closed her eyes and extended her hand coldly, saying, "Give it to me."

Ren Shen Jingrou screamed in pain as he plucked out a strand of his own hair. This was his treasured possession that he had cultivated for thousands of years.

Hua Jiayu looked curiously at Ren Shenjing. He was chubby and round, just like a little doll in a New Year painting.

After consuming, his pale complexion instantaneously turned rosy. Seeing that the ginseng essence was still standing there, he furrowed his brows and said, "Why haven't you left yet?"

The white fox, after all, had grown up under his own care. The ginseng spirit trembled and swallowed saliva before saying, "Master, the white... the white fox is my friend. He has only recently been born and knows nothing. If you are tired of him, may I ask if I can bring him back to the mountains?"

Hua Jiayu: "......" Little Fatty, Uncle really doesn't want to see you being eaten by the protagonist...

As I caught a glimpse of the coldness in the man's eyes, I swiftly grabbed the Ginseng Spirit from midair, cutting off its long hair and braided hairpiece with its feet exposed. Simultaneously, I gripped the Ginseng Spirit's neck, my face filled with a murderous intent. "You're asking for death!"

Ginseng essence trembled and shook, directly transforming into a wild ginseng that looked old and rigid. There were scattered objects all around, which he carried with him.

As the Lord's gaze settled on one of the pills emitting a pink aura,

Hua Jiayu, however, immediately hopped onto Jun's body and rubbed against his chin, wagging his tail to please him.

As the expression on the Lord's face softened, he released the person whom he was gripping tightly and took hold of the demonic pill. He said coldly, "Hurry up and leave. This king does not wish to hear those words again."

The Ginseng Spirit transformed back into its original form, looking extremely agonized. It glanced at the Demonic Pill and then at the White Fox, before silently departing in an extraordinary silence.

Hmm... The demonic pill was dug out from the body of his just deceased mother, a lascivious snake demon. Humans are useless, so this human wouldn't think...

Give it to the little white fox...