Chapter 100 The Metaphysics Master's Fiancée 17

Jiang Yiqing was lost in thought, silently waiting in her room until the moon rose and the night grew quieter. In…

Jiang Yiqing was lost in thought, and silently waited in the room until the moon rose and the room grew quieter.

While people in ancient times were already asleep, the house was quite lively. Aunt Qin was watching TV and knitting on the sofa in the living room.

Jiang Yiqing, wearing fluffy pajamas, asked Aunt Qin, "Aunt Qin, are there any rules for burning incense here? Do I need to change my clothes or something?"

“Yiqing, you never cared about these things before.” Aunt Qin laughed: “You’ve become sensible, child. What does it matter? I just think that sincerity is key.”

Jiang Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay."

She looked closely at what Aunt Qin was knitting and asked, "Aunt Qin, what are you making?"

Aunt Qin seemed to want to put the item away, but then thought that since she had already seen it, she might as well let it go and generously showed it to Jiang Yiqing. Jiang Yiqing said, "It's a hat, right!"

“That’s right.” Aunt Qin said with a smile, “I know you don’t lack these things, but I made your clothes and shoes when you were little. You liked them so much back then, but when I asked you later, you said you didn’t remember. But you were still young then, only in elementary school. I don’t know how to make anything else. I thought your birthday was coming up, and you have everything else, so I wanted to knit you a hat. I haven’t knitted anything in a long time, so my skills have become a bit rusty.”

Jiang Yiqing felt a lump in her throat and said, "Aunt Qin, it's not that I don't remember, it's just that I don't want to see you knitting things, it's quite tiring. I will cherish this hat, but please don't work too late, it's bad for your eyes."

"Okay, I understand." Aunt Qin said with relief, then asked Jiang Yiqing as if she remembered something, "Will something happen to Sister Wang? I've been keeping an eye on her lately, and she hasn't come near us."

Since the day they celebrated Yiqing's discharge from the hospital, after Wang Sao showed up, she hadn't seen her near the courtyard again. This was quite unusual, as the two families lived next door and would often see each other.

"With Sister Luo here, nothing will happen," Jiang Yiqing said with a smile.

She glanced at the clock in the living room; it was exactly eleven o'clock. Slipping on her slippers, she opened the door and stepped outside. A gust of cold wind immediately pierced her neck, making Jiang Yiqing hunch her shoulders.

She went around the steps to the back of the house and called out "Sister Luo". In the quiet night, there was no echo. Jiang Yiqing looked at the black eaves and the bare trees in the backyard and suddenly felt a little scared. She heard something else and turned around in fright. She saw a stray cat darting past the corner of the wall.

Jiang Yiqing was in a hurry when she came out and didn't bring her phone. She thought she should contact Luo Shuyu first. She didn't have the guts to wander around in such a big place looking for Luo Shuyu by herself, especially since Wang Sao had just been mentioned, which made her even more frightened.

As she walked back with her head down, she suddenly bumped into something. Jiang Yiqing's heart almost stopped. She looked up and saw Luo Shuyu, dressed in black, almost blending into the night, with only a pair of bright eyes looking at her.

"Sister Luo, what are you doing here?"

"..."

Jiang Yiqing looked at her and for a moment felt like she had really encountered a ghost. Could it be that Luo Shuyu was a bad person in disguise, trying to harm her? But for some reason, looking at Luo Shuyu's face, she even felt a surge of excitement because of this fantasy. She quickly suppressed the unrealistic thoughts in her heart and tried to call her again.

"Sister Luo, why aren't you saying anything?"

As Luo Shuyu became more involved with metaphysics, she started to act strangely. Occasionally, she would have a blank, emotionless face, and she would move silently, suddenly appearing in front of people. This often frightened people. Even Lan Changge said that she was a bit too scary. Luo Shuyu did not expect that Jiang Yiqing would not be afraid.

"Don't you think I'm scary?"

"It's...okay." Jiang Yiqing forced a smile. After all, she had seen many ghosts and experienced all kinds of frights. Jiang Yiqing's ability to withstand fright was extremely high.

For example, right now, she and Luo Shuyu are standing on the dark steps, facing each other, looking more like ghosts than ghosts themselves, yet Jiang Yiqing manages to withstand it. It's not that she's not afraid of pitch-black environments, but rather that she's quite good at calming herself down.

Luo Shuyu said nothing, but reached out and took Jiang Yiqing's hand.

Jiang Yiqing was taken aback for a moment, but obediently let her hold her hand. Luo Shuyu's hand was a little cold, while Jiang Yiqing's hand felt much warmer, after all, they had just come out of the room.

Jiang Yiqing looked up and saw the moon weaving through the clouds. For some reason, the wind was particularly strong tonight, making the clouds look like wisps of gauze lingering in the night sky.

"Sister Luo, I've heard that things like opening an altar require careful attention to timing. Is tonight a particularly auspicious time?"

"right."

Her answer was concise, and Jiang Yiqing didn't ask any more questions. Actually, she was still quite curious about Luo Shuyu's profession. To be honest, although she had heard a lot about it, she had never actually seen Luo Shuyu catch ghosts. Even at the sanatorium, she had only briefly fought with a ghost.

It's a bit strange that she said she wanted to see Luo Shuyu take action; she also wanted to avoid any trouble.

Luo Shuyu gently pulled Jiang Yiqing forward, and the two wandered through the quiet courtyard. Finally, they arrived near a wall. From a distance, Jiang Yiqing saw a bright candle flame. The flame swayed in the wind in the night, as if it had come to life, extending a long distance from the candle before slowly moving back.

Jiang Yiqing was stunned by what she saw. She grabbed Luo Shuyu's hand, stopped in her tracks, and said, "Sister Luo, am I seeing things?"

"Yi Qing, are you scared?"

The system said that Luo Shuyu's exceptional talent in metaphysics was destined for loneliness, and she might even die young. No matter how difficult the path ahead, Jiang Yiqing didn't want to see her walk it alone.

"I'm not afraid," Jiang Yiqing said, noticing a slight sweat on their clasped hands. She wasn't sure if it was hers or Luo Shuyu's, but she gently touched Luo Shuyu's hand closer before resolutely taking the lead.

Luo Shuyu was led around the altar by her. Jiang Yiqing saw the princess statue under the firelight, so vivid and beautiful, just like a living person. She blinked, as if she could see the wise princess slowly fluttering her eyelashes, as if she was about to cross a thousand years of wind and frost and awaken from the dust of history.

An indescribable shock shook Jiang Yiqing's heart.

Luo Shuyu gently released her hand and silently began reciting Taoist scriptures in front of the altar.

Unknown characters were uttered from her lips, and the soft whispers of her beautiful voice drifted slowly in the chill of the night. It was as if only she, Luo Shuyu, and the altar remained in the world. Jiang Yiqing was as if her soul had been frozen, feeling her voice echoing in her mind again and again. Apart from the reverence brought by the beautiful voice and the scriptures, she could think of nothing else.

As Luo Shuyu finished reciting the Taoist scripture, she began to perform obscure hand seals. Once she finished, she suddenly flashed behind Jiang Yiqing.

Jiang Yiqing tensed up for a moment and was about to speak when Luo Shuyu's finger touched Jiang Yiqing's brow. Jiang Yiqing remembered that the spell was crucial, so she stopped talking.

Luo Shuyu's fingers lingered on Jiang Yiqing's face. For a moment, Jiang Yiqing couldn't tell if it was magic or something else. Just as Jiang Yiqing was about to be captivated by the faint sandalwood scent on her fingers, Luo Shuyu withdrew her hand.

She took two incense sticks from her bosom and placed them in Jiang Yiqing's hand, gesturing for her to light them.

"..."

Jiang Yiqing had no choice but to concentrate and step forward. When she brought the incense close to the candle, she could almost see her own face in the raging flames. She could see that the flames were almost touching her hair, but then seemed to retract in fear. After lighting the incense, Jiang Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Amidst the rising incense smoke, she saw the statue of the deity smiling at her. Jiang Yiqing closed her eyes and, in the same posture she used to use when offering incense, bowed repeatedly before the altar, piously saying, "This faithful woman beseeches Princess Xianming for protection, to bless this faithful woman and her loved ones with health and happiness, and to grant all our wishes in this lifetime."

After Jiang Yiqing finished praying, she put the incense into the incense burner and looked back at Luo Shuyu.

Luo Shuyu had her eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought. When she opened them, she asked, "You...were a princess before too?"

Jiang Yiqing was surprised by her sudden remark and blushed, saying, "What, doesn't it seem like it?"

“I dreamt of a phoenix perched on a parasol tree before, and now I hear the statue telling me in secret that it senses the aura of a princess in you and is willing to address you as a sister.” Luo Shuyu said, “Indeed, you are a princess who traveled from a dynasty with powerful spiritual energy.”

“She is indeed a princess, but not as capable as the wise and virtuous princess…” Jiang Yiqing said softly. Or rather, she was particularly useless.

"...Although I don't know what you encountered in that world, I hope you feel that staying here is also good. I think the original Yiqing must have felt the same way."

Luo Shuyu's expression was surprisingly gentle, the kind of expression Jiang Yiqing missed the most.

However, she will not confuse herself with her elder sister again.

Jiang Yiqing felt greatly comforted. It was as if these words made all the suffering she had endured seem insignificant. She said, "Yes, although I don't know why we were transported here, for me, coming here feels like being saved."

The reason for this feeling is largely due to Luo Shuyu. Luo Shuyu can't live without her, and she can't live without Luo Shuyu either, so they are truly a match made in heaven.

"Host, I have received a spiritual energy transmission. Do you need me to report this to you, or will the background process it automatically? I won't bother you any longer."

"So fast?" Jiang Yiqing glanced at the backend. Although the number of star coins was increasing slowly at a rate of 10+20+, it would soon become an extremely large number.

Luo Shuyu then told Jiang Yiqing, "The altar has been set up. From this moment on, this mansion will be under the protection of the gods, and the cursed handprint will gradually fade until it disappears completely."