This Time, I Chose the White Fox

"Since you think he's so peerlessly handsome, you can have this incredible blessing, Sylvia."

I looked at Sylvia coldly, a mocking curve lifting the corner of my mouth.

The smile on Sylvia Spruance's face froze.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, as if she had just heard something impossible.

"Sienna, what... what are you saying?"

Her eyes reddened at once, tears appearing as easily as breathing. She looked fragile enough to break.

"I only felt sorry for him. You're the firstborn daughter. Of course you should choose first. How would I dare overstep?"

Looking at that performance made my stomach turn.

She had said the same thing in my last life.

With a few moralizing words, she had forced me to choose that black fox, Nox, who could not even take human form.

She herself had calmly chosen Julian Frost, the four-tailed white fox, and stepped into endless glory.

I exhausted my strength feeding Nox with my own source energy, helping him take human form and supporting his cultivation.

And what did I get in return?

The first thing he did after transforming was carve out my inner core and offer it to Sylvia.

He stepped over my corpse and said to Sylvia with deep, tender devotion, "Sylvie, this venomous woman was the one standing between us. Now I've given you all her cultivation. We can finally be together."

I still remembered the pain of my chest being split open alive.

How could I possibly repeat the same mistake in this life?

"If you don't dare overstep, then shut your mouth."

I cut off her false innocence without mercy.

"Your Majesty." I turned toward the Fox King seated high upon the throne and gave him a shallow bow.

"I, Sienna Spruance, wish to form a bond with His Highness Julian Frost. I ask the Fox King to grant it."

The moment I said that, the entire hall fell silent.

The Fox King froze, clearly not expecting me to decide so quickly.

Sylvia panicked first. She grabbed my sleeve.

"Sienna! His Highness is a four-tailed white fox. How can you choose him?"

"Why can't I?" I shook her hand off and looked down at her.

"I am the firstborn daughter of the Moonridge Court and a descendant of the purest nine-tailed fox bloodline. If I don't choose the four-tailed white fox, should I choose that black fox who hasn't even grown his fur in properly?"

Sylvia had no answer. She could only bite her lip hard, a flash of poison passing through her eyes.

The black fox lying in the corner suddenly raised his head and stared straight at me.

His gaze was sinister, violent, and full of nauseating greed.

I sneered and looked away.

"Good! Good! Good!" The Fox King finally came back to himself and said "good" three times.

"Sienna, you have excellent judgment. Julian, come greet your future wife."

Julian Frost, who had been standing beside the Fox King like an ice sculpture, finally moved.

He walked slowly to me and looked down at me.

His eyes were cold, without a trace of warmth, as though he were looking at a lifeless object.

"Are you certain you want to choose me?" His voice was low and magnetic, but distant enough to keep the world at arm's length.

"I'm certain." I met his eyes without flinching.

"Good."

He said only that one word, then turned away without looking at me again.

When Sylvia saw this, her eyes shifted. She immediately stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, since Sienna has chosen His Highness, then I... I will choose the younger prince."

She pointed toward the black fox, wearing a look of self-sacrificing compassion.

"I can't bear to see him alone and unwanted. I am willing to care for him for the rest of my life."

The Fox King sighed, appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"Sylvia truly is a kind child. Since that is so, these two bonds are settled."

I looked at Sylvia's smug face and laughed coldly in my heart.

Kind?

I hope you can keep smiling so kindly when he drains every drop of your spiritual power.

"Sienna, we are sisters, and from now on, we'll also be sisters-in-law. You must take good care of me." Sylvia walked to my side and lowered her voice.