And so, even though it was only a little before midnight, Chu Qinghe lay down on the bed and began counting sheep.

"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, joyful sheep, lazy sheep, whole roasted lamb..."

While Chu Qinghe's sheep counting began to inexplicably veer off course and he started to feel a bit hungry, the three women in the courtyard watched intently. As time passed, the smiles on Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan's faces gradually turned serious.

Xiao Zhao, in particular, had her eyes gradually redden as she watched.

Under Xiao Zhao's influence, Qu Feiyan, who had been holding back, also started sniffling, and her big eyes gradually filled with tears.

Yaoyue, who was standing to the side, also had a somber expression on her face.

Gradually, the sound of sobbing echoed through the courtyard.

If it weren't for the bright lights in Chu Qinghe's courtyard, the sound of such plaintive and clearly resentful sobbing in the middle of the night would inevitably give people a sinister feeling.

After placing the last page of the manuscript in front of Qu Feiyan, Yaoyue's face turned ashen.

With her eyes closed, she couldn't help but imagine the scene on the ship ablaze on the beach, where the female protagonist smiled as she committed suicide while looking at the male protagonist's corpse.

It is important to know that human imagination is boundless.

The reason why storybooks are so captivating is that, through the narrative of the words, readers can construct images in their minds that best suit their preferences, allowing their imaginations to run wild.

Therefore, while reading this story, the two women sometimes regarded the female protagonist as Yaoyue and sometimes as Dongfang Bubai.

The male lead is played by Chu Qinghe.

But for Yaoyue, it was undoubtedly about putting herself in that situation.

As Yaoyue looked at the ending of the story Chu Qinghe had written, the scene flashed through her mind, and the sense of unease she felt was unimaginable.

This caused Yaoyue to suddenly feel a heavy weight in her heart.

Even though Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao had already finished reading the story, Yaoyue's emotions were still not calmed down.

However, sometimes when the feeling arises, it's not so easy to suppress it.

As the old saying goes, "Taking a step back only makes you angrier, and enduring a moment only makes you feel like you've lost out."

Just like inviting the moon now.

After trying to calm myself down, the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

Especially with the constant sobbing coming from Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan nearby.

This further fueled the fire.

"The East is invincible."

With her teeth clenched, Yaoyue practically spat out each word one by one.

Then, as if she had thought of something, Yaoyue suddenly glanced at the main house where Chu Qinghe was.

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by the anger in his heart.

After taking a deep breath, Yaoyue said in a low voice to Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan, "It's getting late, you can go back and rest."

Listening to what Yaoyue said, Qu Feiyan, whose eyes were red and who was still sobbing softly, clearly had not yet recovered from the tragic and beautiful ending of the story, sniffled and said, "But how can I sleep like this!"

Xiao Zhao nodded slightly, then sniffed.

When her gaze fell on the manuscript on the table, tears welled up in her eyes once again.

However, in response to the two women's reaction, Yaoyue continued, "I think you two will be able to sleep."

The voice, carrying a hint of firmness, caused Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan to look up.

When the two women's gazes fell on Yaoyue's face, and seeing Yaoyue's cold and frosty expression, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao both stiffened.

Qu Feiyan, who was the first to react, quickly said, "Oh, it's getting late. I suddenly feel so sleepy. Let's go and rest."

After saying that, Qu Feiyan pulled Xiao Zhao back into the room.

Whether you cry or cry in the yard or back in your room, it's all the same.

It would be a real shame to get beaten up again just for this story.

However, just as Qu Feiyan was pulling Xiao Zhao back to the room, she found that Yaoyue had followed the two women to the door and was watching them without saying a word.

Seeing this, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao could only obediently lie on the bed and cover themselves with the blankets, leaving only their heads exposed.

The sadness in their hearts had not yet subsided, and as the two women covered themselves with the blankets, they couldn't help but sniffle.

At first glance, he looks like a child in an ordinary family who has just been beaten by his parents and forced to go to sleep.

After both women were lying down and covered with blankets, Yaoyue lightly flicked her long sleeves.

As a surge of energy enveloped the two women, the blankets covering them were suddenly lifted by an invisible force.

Following closely behind, two more streams of special energy mixed with true qi shot out and landed with incredible precision on the acupoints of the two women.

The two women, whose acupoints were struck, first stiffened, then went limp, and their breathing instantly became long and even.

At the same time, the blanket that had just been lifted off the air fell back down and covered the two women.

And so, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao, who were still not over the tragic ending of the story, were abruptly interrupted from their grief and fell into a deep sleep.

After the two women were knocked unconscious by acupressure points, Yaoyue stepped out of the room, and with a flick of her sleeve, the door behind her was instantly closed.

Now that she was the only one left in the courtyard, Yaoyue turned her gaze to the main house.

Originally, Yaoyue had arranged for the disciples of Yihua Palace to send the story Chu Qinghe had written a few days earlier to the Sun Moon Sect, hoping to cause some trouble for Dongfang Bubai.

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