Before Yu Wushuang could ask any more questions, he took the initiative to explain: "However, her behavior is not very good. My elder brother sent her to Huguo Temple to reflect on her actions a long time ago. Come to think of it, I haven't seen her for a long time. But it doesn't matter whether I see her or not, there's nothing to be curious about. She is ignorant, willful, and full of lies. Just talking about her is bad luck. Miss Yu will definitely not like her. She is not as kind and lovely as Yu'er at all."

Daughters from official families like this, who are sent to temples or estates to reflect on their actions or recuperate, are mostly abandoned by their families without exception. It's not hard to imagine how wicked the other Miss Shen's character and habits must be.

Therefore, Yu Wushuang did not mention the girl who looked similar to Shen Qingye again. If she had really been sent to Huguo Temple, she would not have appeared in Rongcheng. Moreover, no matter how bad their relationship was, she was still her own sister. When Shen Qingye heard that the girl was sitting opposite him when Shen Yu had the accident, he could not possibly not recognize her.

People with refined appearances probably all share some similarities.

Although Shen Yu said she would just do a quick wash, she still made people wait for more than an hour. When it was time to leave, she hurriedly said that she had forgotten to wear her earrings. In the end, she wasted another half hour.

Yu Wushuang: "..." Hold back. You can't hit someone who isn't a junior sister from the Sword Forging Manor. If it were your own junior sister, you would definitely give her a big slap that your junior brothers love.

"I'm so sorry, Sister Yu, please don't blame me, okay? It's just that... I have a little bit of OCD. When I'm sick, I like to wear the earrings that my mother gave me. That way... I feel like my mother is by my side with me." As Chen Yu spoke, her voice gradually became choked with emotion.

Finally, overwhelmed with emotion, she simply buried her face in Shen Qingye's shoulder and cried uncontrollably, repeatedly saying that she missed her father and mother, and the wildflower in the corner of the house that no one cared for.

Yu Wushuang's expression was complicated. "Miss Yu'er, calm down. I haven't said anything yet, so you don't need to overthink it."

Shen Yu rubbed her reddened eyes and gave a kind smile. "I know, I know everything. Sister Yu didn't say it because she wanted to save face for me, right? You are such a good person, Sister Yu."

Yu Wushuang: "..." Why do I feel like slapping her with my sword?

...

The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight as clear as water. Dozens of figures were projected onto the bloodstains on the ground, appearing uneven. They were disciples of the White Python Pavilion.

A gust of wind blew by, carrying a pungent, foul stench. They stared calmly at the disciple who had just been killed by the sect elders a moment before. Despite the gruesome death, they seemed unfazed, and no one showed any grief or fear.

At first glance, the elder of the White Python Pavilion seemed like a very kind old man, but the sinister look in his unfathomable eyes was truly unpleasant.

He stroked his beard. "A piece of trash who can't even protect the young master is useless. If a situation like today happens again, I will not let him off lightly."

The disciples nodded in agreement.

In fact, if the martial arts tournament hadn't been approaching, and if they hadn't been the top disciples selected by the White Python Pavilion, the death tonight wouldn't have been as simple as just one disciple.

However, his teammates sacrificed themselves to the heavens, their power boundless. They felt that his death was worthwhile and not unjust, as he had exchanged his life for the lives of more than a dozen better people.

The elder of the White Python Pavilion was truly disgusted by the bloody corpse. After spitting out his saliva, he ordered his men to drag it away and feed it to the dogs.

"Elder, what should we do with those three people?" Only after everything was settled did the leading disciple dare to ask.

The elder of the White Python Pavilion sneered, "How should we handle this? How can a few nobodies bully our young master? Pulling a tiger's hair out of its head always comes at a price!"

He pronounced the last few words clearly and eerily, causing the disciple to shudder. Despite the elder's kind and gentle appearance, he was ruthless when it came to tormenting people. The disciple had witnessed this once and had nightmares for three days straight.

The elder of the White Python Pavilion glanced at his disciple and said disdainfully, "Didn't you say that the person escaped to the palace? Then come with me to the palace to find him. Anyway, that person is not here. Even if that person were here, it's clear which is more important. I don't believe that he would turn against the dignified White Python Pavilion for a few nameless trash. Since he dares to offend anyone, then I will make this day next year their death anniversary."

...

Shen Jiao had no idea whether or not to hold a memorial service. Because she was frequently woken up by some idiot, she was now inexplicably energetic, very awake, and had no sleepiness at all.

At this very moment, she was counting stars with the bored tyrant, thankfully it wasn't the dead of winter, otherwise she might have ended up queuing to be reincarnated while counting.

Because the tyrant felt that letting her count stars by herself was not engaging enough, Ji Yan decided that he would point to a star and count it, and would deliberately mischievously point to several stars in a row.

To be honest, even though Shen Jiao's eyesight was excellent, she still couldn't figure out the direction of his hand cramps. Anyway, he would point once, she would count once, he would point twice, she would count twice, and it wouldn't delay her.

In this peaceful and tranquil night, the two of them went through the motions with each other, neither of them holding the other back, and they were enjoying themselves.

Shen Jiao thought she would probably stay like this until sunrise, but unexpectedly, when she buried her head and counted to five hundred and nineteen, the tyrant suddenly asked her which one she had pointed to was the brightest.

So, did he actually point to the North Star? This is a very serious question.

Since she genuinely didn't know the answer, Shen Jiao felt that she had to take a crooked approach to solving this problem.

She pointed at Ji Yan's eyes from a distance and smiled shyly, "How annoying, Your Majesty, why do you ask such a question? Although the stars in the sky are very bright, in my eyes, Your Majesty's eyes are as bright as stars, that is the brightest."

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