Consort Yan (1)

By the time Zhao Yichen and Shen Minyao arrived at the funeral home where the remains of Zhao Fang lay, people were already crowding at the reception area. It seemed that his uncle's sudden passing was big news. Tons of people had arrived to give their condolences to the Zhao family, filling the hall even if it was already evening. 

"Stay close. I can sense a demon nearby. I repeat, do not leave my side whatever happens." Shen Minyao held onto her human contractor's arm and whispered slowly to him. 

Zhao Yichen broke into a cold sweat, realizing that the fox woman's assumptions earlier were right. There was definitely a demon involved in the Gu cursing of his grandfather, and it came tonight. 

The guests who'd seen the two arriving together were intrigued by the identity of the young woman next to Zhao Yichen. They had never seen the fourth young master of the Zhao family bringing a woman along with him before.