IVYSCP - Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Looking at the woman's smiling eyes, Ling Qingyue froze for a moment.
She still hadn't recovered from the realization that she herself was Ah Xi.
She was Ah Xi, Ah Xi was her, so Pei Si...
Ling Qingyue pressed the corners of her lips down, but she couldn't suppress the joy rising inside her.
Perhaps this was the destined bond between her and Pei Si. If she had known from the beginning that she was Ah Xi, she might not have been able to accept suddenly having an extra wife.
Pei Si was her wife.
"Why are you grinning?"
A hand covered her cheek, and the woman's cool, concerned voice reached her ear: "Knowing you can't handle alcohol, and you still drank so much."
Her nose twitched slightly. Ling Qingyue caught the faint fragrance left by the woman's fingers, and her face instantly grew hot.
Pei Si's hands were fragrant too.
"I won't next time."
Pei Si lowered her gaze, watching her shy and embarrassed expression, and tugged at the corner of her mouth, sneering inwardly: Ling Qingyue, so you really do like this sort of thing.
Now that she knew she was Ling Qingyue, Pei Si had no intention of revealing her own identity.
After all, Ling Qingyue didn't like Pei Yin.
But she deliberately slowed the effects of the emotion transference, so she wouldn't pour out all her feelings as openly as before.
She withdrew her hand, her robes swaying, and returned to sit on the low couch nearby, continuing to read the Personal Biography of Ling Qingyue.
Before, she had thought Ah Xi was someone special to Ling Qingyue who knew many things about her, so the biography, filled with praise from beginning to end and overflowing with merits, was only natural. Ah Xi had said she admired Ling Qingyue, so writing it this way was nothing unusual.
But now, knowing that Ling Qingyue had written this about herself, Pei Si couldn't help wanting to laugh. This person hadn't felt the slightest embarrassment or blushed while writing it.
Now, rereading it felt immensely entertaining.
Pei Si studied it carefully, savoring each and every word.
By the time Ling Qingyue finished getting dressed and saw Pei Si reading so intently, she couldn't help walking over to take the book away. She pulled at it with her fingers, but it didn't budge.
"?"
Pei Si looked up at her: "What is it?"
Ling Qingyue muttered: "Stop reading it. What if it makes you so angry you cough up blood again."
Pei Si: "..."
"It's fine." Pei Si flicked away her fingers pinching the book. "Since you admire her so much, I should get to know her better too."
After reading two more lines, Pei Si closed the book, reached out and grasped Ling Qingyue's wrist, pulling the person down to sit on her lap.
Ling Qingyue didn't react in time. By the time she registered the warm, soft body pressing against her and the cold fragrance enveloping her, a pair of hands had already wrapped around her waist. Pei Si lifted her head and gently touched her nose.
"Pei, Pei Si..."
Ling Qingyue struggled just a little, not daring to look at her.
"No matter how vivid the words in a book are, they're still just words. Why don't you tell me yourself?" Pei Si successfully watched the blush spread from this person's face all the way down her neck.
"Alright, I'll tell you. Just let me down first." Ling Qingyue's voice grew quieter with every word.
Pei Si raised an eyebrow: "Why? Can't we talk like this?"
Ling Qingyue had never experienced anything like this before, but then she thought that she and Pei Si were already married. There was nothing wrong with them being this close.
Although she was shy, deep down she really liked being near Pei Si.
"W-we can."
Ling Qingyue stammered, her palm resting weakly on the woman's shoulder, her fingertip twirling a strand of cool hair.
"From a young age, she..."
"Gurgle—"
She had just begun to speak when a gurgling sound spread between the two of them.
Ling Qingyue's expression stiffened. Then she lowered her head and buried it against the woman's shoulder, wanting to hide herself.
Pei Si asked with a smile: "Hungry?"
As she asked, her palm slid along Ling Qingyue's side and rested over the place that had just made the noise.
Ling Qingyue immediately pressed down on her hand, refusing to lift her head.
They held this pose in a stalemate for a moment before Pei Si asked softly: "Do you want me to carry you to make dinner?"
Her hands had let go at some point, but Ling Qingyue was still holding her shoulders, face buried against her neck.
Ling Qingyue stood up swiftly and smoothly. Pei Si rose with her, her gaze pausing with a subdued expression when it fell on the red mole behind Ling Qingyue's ear.
The color had deepened again.
Even if she deliberately suppressed it, when faced with the real Ling Qingyue, she found it even harder to control herself.
Considering that Ling Qingyue had drunk the night before and suffered backlash, Pei Si only made a few simple, light dishes. But Ling Qingyue wasn't picky and ate with great delight.
Just as she was enjoying her meal, the main door was pounded loudly.
"I'll get it."
Ling Qingyue set down her bowl and chopsticks and stood up.
She had guessed it would be Lu Yao, but she hadn't expected Xue Zizai as well.
Lu Yao's face was full of cheer, and she was carrying vegetables and meat.
Here to freeload again.
Ling Qingyue glanced at the young miss who was looking up at the sky: "You came to freeload too?"
Xue Zizai frowned at that. Freeload, what an unpleasant word.
Before she could snap back, she heard another sarcastic remark: "Miss Xue came empty-handed?"
Xue Zizai: "..."
She shot her a furious glare, then the young miss turned around and beckoned. Xue family servants who had been waiting not far away ran over. The young miss gave a few instructions, and the servant nodded and left.
In no time, over a dozen people carrying food boxes lined up neatly at the courtyard gate.
Xue Zizai lifted her chin: "All the signature dishes from Lotus Drunk."
Ling Qingyue lowered her head and laughed. This age was the easiest to bait. One prod and they fell for it.
"Come in."
She led them into the courtyard. Lu Yao immediately smelled the cooked food. Seeing Pei Si sitting under the corridor pavilion, she looked down at the vegetables she'd bought: "Are we too late?"
"It's fine. We've got Lotus Drunk's signature dishes now. Let's eat together."
Ling Qingyue reached the pavilion first and winked at Pei Si: "Someone's come bearing food and drink."
Pei Si raised her eyes for a glance and pursed her lips in a smile.
Xue Zizai looked at the bland vegetables and tofu on the table, the plain fare, and didn't bother to hide her disdain.
Then she glared over at Ling Qingyue. You're feeding Pei Si this!
Ling Qingyue was baffled by the glare.
After having the dishes all laid out on the table, Xue Zizai waved the servants away.
A table full of delicacies made Ling Qingyue's mouth water, but Pei Si wouldn't let her eat anything too spicy or heavy, so she could only pick out some of the sweet dishes.
Lu Yao was visibly happy. Ling Qingyue asked her: "What brings you here for lunch today, and so happy?"
Lu Yao set down her bowl and chopsticks, cleared her mouth, and the joy spilled from her brow: "We caught the evil spirit. Of course I'm happy."
Ling Qingyue and Pei Si both raised their eyes to look at her when they heard this.
"What kind of evil spirit?" Ling Qingyue asked. A sidelong glance caught the young miss sitting diagonally across from her holding a book, a very familiar-looking book.
"..."
"A spirit in the back mountain. It gained some opportunity, cultivated intelligence, and came out to harm people." As Lu Yao spoke, admiration and reverence surfaced on her face. "Senior Sister is truly formidable. I will definitely train hard. In the future, I want to be like Senior Sister!"
Ling Qingyue pondered this. It seemed that Yu Ting had caught the spirit. But was it really just a spirit?
What kind of spirit, born from the thin spiritual qi of the Mortal Realm, could directly drain a person into a dried corpse and also control it?
"Senior Sister Lu Yao, is this stuff in here true or false?" Xue Zizai handed the book over to Lu Yao, her eyes full of doubt. "Isn't this too exaggerated? Is she really this formidable?"
Lu Yao glanced at it. It was the part where Ling Qingyue became famous in one battle at the Heavenly Ranking and stole the spotlight.
"Ling Qingyue!" Lu Yao raised her voice.
She took the book and flipped through it, finding that it was all about Ling Qingyue: "Where did this book come from?"
Xue Zizai pointed beside her: "It was just lying here."
"Is she really formidable?"
"More than formidable!" Lu Yao's eyes lit up. "Do you know, in the Immortal Realm, there hasn't been a more gifted sword cultivator than her in a hundred years."
"That formidable!" Xue Zizai's eyes lit up too. "Then can I take her as my master!?"
"Cough, cough, cough—" Ling Qingyue choked.
Pei Si pushed the water cup beside her over and gently patted her back.
Xue Zizai glanced over, saw Pei Si taking care of her so attentively, and immediately snorted, turning her head away.
What's so good about Ah Xi? You like her that much.
Lu Yao sighed: "Never mind whether she would or not. She fell a hundred years ago."
Xue Zizai was somewhat surprised: "If she's that formidable, how could she die?"
Ling Qingyue interjected: "Everyone dies."
But now she was alive again.
Xue Zizai, still angry at her, shot her a sideways glare.
Ling Qingyue shrank towards Pei Si's side and whispered: "She's so fierce."
Pei Si raised an eyebrow. She knew she was doing it on purpose, but still played along, shifting slightly to shield her.
Xue Zizai: "..."
She hadn't eaten a bite of food, but she already felt full.
Full of anger.
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