When I got back to the inn, it was already late. Given Yu Sifeng's "sincere" invitation, Liu Yihuan swaggered along, leaving behind his own "pigsty."
As soon as I entered the room, I heard a resonant scolding coming from under the bed: "You stinking little thief! You dead little thief! How dare you tie up this old lady, I'll scratch you to death! Bite you to death!"
Liu Yihuan stroked his chin, turned around, and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh? You've actually captured a thousand-year-old fox spirit here? Now, that's really rare!"
Yu Sifeng fished out Zi Hu, who was trussed up like a hemp sack, from under the bed. She immediately burst into sobs, grinding her teeth with hatred so intense it made her itch, "Heartless little thief! When... when have I ever suffered such humiliation! When I see Ting Nu... all for him! I'm going to settle the score with him!"
