Chapter 100: My Sister Says Purple is Alluring
Ye Yu hurried towards Ye Lingxuan’s courtyard, his steps quick and determined. As he passed her window, he saw her sitting inside, her chin resting on her hand, gazing out at the moonlit night, lost in thought.
She sat gracefully, her beauty illuminated by the moonlight, her features delicate and flawless.
He stared at her, mesmerized.
The more beautiful she was, the more he regretted overlooking her, blinded by his infatuation with Bai Ruoxi.
She had rejected him so coldly, yet he had become even more obsessed. He remembered his past foolishness, his hatred for Mu Zhi’an intensifying.
If not for him, Bai Ruoxi wouldn’t have written that annulment letter.
She was a dutiful daughter, obedient to her parents. She wouldn’t have done such a thing without Mu Zhi’an’s influence.
But it wasn’t too late.
He had chosen Bai Ruoxi in front of everyone. Lingxuan, with her pride and dignity, wouldn’t be so easily deceived.
In fact, if she saw Mu Zhi’an comforting Ye Qian at this hour, she would surely be disgusted.
“Brother Ye Yu, what brings you here so late?”
She seemed to sense his presence, turning to look at him, her voice calm and composed, her gaze distant.
It was as if she was looking at a stranger.
“You’re still awake, Lingxuan?” he asked, feigning concern, his voice gentle.
But she simply stared at him, repeating her question. “Is there something you need, Brother Ye Yu?”
Her gaze made him flinch. In the past, she would have greeted him with a smile, but now…
It was all Mu Zhi’an’s fault.
If not for his manipulation, she wouldn’t be looking at him with such indifference.
He suppressed his anger, looking at her, getting straight to the point. “Mu Zhi’an went to see Qian’er. I tried to stop him, but I failed.”
He studied her expression, hoping to see anger, disappointment… anything.
But her face remained impassive. After a moment of silence, she simply replied, “I see.”
Her indifference disappointed him.
“Is he still in her room?” she asked suddenly.
Hope flickered within him. “I heard intimate sounds coming from her room,” he said, his voice filled with a carefully crafted indignation.
“He’s deceiving her with his sweet words.”
She nodded, smiling faintly. “I understand. It’s getting late. You should rest, Brother Ye Yu.”
He stared at her, his voice incredulous. “Lingxuan, aren’t you going to stop him?”
She looked at him, her eyes curving into crescents, a smile playing on her lips. “Love is a matter of choice. Even as her sister, I can’t interfere, can I?”
She paused, then added, “Besides, I expected him to go to her.”
In fact, if he hadn’t gone to Ye Qian, she would have been even more disappointed.
Women were complicated creatures. She wanted him to comfort her sister, yet she also didn’t want him to.
Either way, she would be disappointed.
“You shouldn’t interfere either, Brother Ye Yu. We have no right to meddle in their relationship,” she said, her voice soft but firm.
She was saying: Stay out of it. It’s none of your business.
He protested. “I’m her cousin. I can’t just stand by and watch her fall into his clutches.”
She tilted her head, her voice laced with amusement. “Then why are you here, talking to me, instead of stopping him?”
He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, finally saying, “I’ll check on Qian’er again. If he’s still there, I’ll stop him.”
He turned and left.
She watched him go, her gaze cold and distant.
She wasn’t a fool. She understood why he had come to see her.
If he truly wanted to stop Mu Zhi’an, he wouldn’t have bothered talking to her.
She felt a sudden wave of exhaustion, her eyelids drooping.
Despite being a Foundation Establishment cultivator, she was tired. Perhaps it was the day’s events, the emotional turmoil.
She stood up, stretching, her figure graceful, then looked out the window, gazing at the moonlit night.
She couldn’t sleep yet.
She wanted to know if Mu Zhi’an would lie to her again.
“Elder Wei, did Brother Mu go to see Qian’er tonight?” she asked suddenly.
An elderly man in black robes appeared from the shadows, bowing respectfully. “He did, Miss.”
She remained silent, and he hesitated, then asked, “Aren’t you going to check on them, Miss?”
“There’s no need,” she replied, her voice calm, a smile playing on her lips. “I’m waiting for someone to explain this to me.”
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Ye Yu, after leaving her courtyard, didn’t go to Ye Qian’s room. He returned to his own dwelling.
He had done enough.
He didn’t need to do anything else. He would simply meditate and cultivate.
Lingxuan was intelligent. She would surely investigate. Even if she didn’t ask Qian’er directly, she would find out the truth.
He had lost a cousin, but he had gained a chance to pursue Lingxuan. It wasn’t a bad trade.
Cousins were meant to be cherished. But Lingxuan… she was meant to be pursued.
He thought of her beauty, her elegance, and his heart quickened.
He realized how foolish he had been. Bai Ruoxi was beautiful, but Lingxuan was her equal, perhaps even superior. Why had he wasted his time chasing after Bai Ruoxi?
And it wasn’t just Lingxuan. There was also the enchantress from the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, and even Senior Sister Lan. They were all breathtaking beauties.
Mu Zhi’an had pursued one tree. But he could pursue an entire forest.
With his talent and his status as an alchemist, he could surely rise to prominence within the Two Polarities Sect.
Mu Zhi’an thought he had won, but in reality, he had already lost.
He calmed himself, sitting on his bed, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, focusing on his cultivation.
…
While some were diligently cultivating, others were taking a different approach.
It wasn’t exactly slacking off. According to Mu Zhi’an, it was alternative cultivation.
He was a Vessel, and while he couldn’t absorb the spiritual energy from the other Vessel, he could share it with other women, helping them improve their cultivation.
As a kind and helpful person, he always enjoyed assisting others.
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A candle flickered, illuminating the room.
Mu Zhi’an looked at Ye Qian, her cheeks flushed, her eyes downcast, her shyness captivating. “Have you finally forgiven me, Qian’er?” he asked softly.
She sat on a chair, staring at her feet, her ample bosom straining against her robe, her fingers fidgeting nervously as he played with her hand. “I told you… we weren’t… anything, Brother Mu…” she murmured.
He squeezed her hand, his fingers tracing her cheek, his gaze lingering on her blushing face. “Why are you still saying that, Qian’er?”
“Have you forgotten what I said?”
She remembered his sweet words, his affectionate gaze, and her anger melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through her.
But then she remembered how he had taken advantage of her, and she pouted, her voice a soft complaint. “You’re just good at making girls happy.”
…She’s fine now… He sighed inwardly, relieved.
He had resolved the issue with Ye Qian.
She was a simple girl, easily appeased.
But one had to approach her correctly. Someone like Ye Yu, with his clumsy attempts, she wouldn’t even give him a second glance.
Of course, it was thanks to Ye Yu that he had been able to gain her forgiveness so quickly. He had to thank him.
“I should go now, Qian’er,” he said.
She nodded, then wiped a smudge of rouge from her lips, glancing at him, her eyes filled with a playful reproach. “You’re so annoying. Now I have to reapply my rouge.”
But she had been planning to rest anyway, so it didn’t matter.
…
He left her room, closing the door behind him, then, after checking that no one was watching, he hurried towards Ye Lingxuan’s courtyard.
He had already visited her once, but he had to go again, just to be safe.
For two reasons.
Firstly, her information network was vast, and he could sense her protectiveness towards her sister, and perhaps even a hint of guilt.
Secondly, if he were Ye Yu, trying to sow discord, he would definitely tell either Ye Lingxuan or Bai Ruoxi about the incident.
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