Under the moonlight, I also want to grow up with my sister...
"Yan Huanyue, why did you rush to hug Yu Zhao back then?"
Yan Huanyue looked at the person dressed in black standing in the small courtyard where Yu Zhao lived, and then moved her gaze from him to the wisteria vines that were spreading out in the courtyard.
Her face showed some sorrow, and her tone suppressed a kind of sadness, "You're wrong, I went to save Senior Brother Yu, we were very close."
Ji Linsong, the official in charge of the criminal justice department under Emperor Mingdezong, looked at the sorrowful woman.
Besides her eyes that seemed to be brimming with tears, she was also excessively full of energy, with rosy cheeks and a radiant complexion, like a peach blossom moistened by a light rain, trembling in the wind, unable to bear the dew.
Logically speaking, if she were so heartbroken over Yu Zhao's injury, she wouldn't have such a radiant complexion, especially since she herself was also injured.
Ji Songlin narrowed his eyes and sneered, "I'm just speaking based on your actions. Why did you pull Lin Xiaofeng away from Tan Guiyi when she took that blow for her?"
Yan Huanyue said, "I want to save her."
"What about Tan Guiyi?"
"It was chaotic at the time, as you probably saw. I only saw the demon suddenly attack, and instinctively pulled those about to be attacked away. I didn't have time to think about what to do next, and I didn't even realize the safety of Fellow Daoist Lin and Fellow Daoist Tan. Fortunately, Senior Brother Yu took care of them, but he..."
We've brought up Yu Zhao again.
Ji Linsong always felt that this matter was not simple, but the facts were just as Tan Guiyi had seen when she released her divine sense. Tan Guiyi herself also admitted that she had pulled Yu Zhao to resist.
The elder of the Punishment Hall meant that he should ask each person about the circumstances of that day again to make sure there were no omissions, and that there was no need to search the souls of others again.
Ji Linsong stepped aside slightly, and Yan Huanyue then made a hand seal and bowed before passing by him and heading towards the main house.
Pei Xuanzhi remained silent as he followed behind her, nodding slightly in greeting as he passed Ji Linsong.
Ji Linsong looked at the young man's figure and felt that he was somewhat familiar, perhaps because he resembled his father, Sect Leader Pei.
Yan Huanyue entered the main room and saw many disciples of the Tianyan Sect, as well as several people from the Tiandu Sect.
The members of the Yu family all had somber expressions, and Yu Zhao's father, Yu Jisong, looked sorrowful.
Those who cultivate spirituality can maintain their youthful appearance for a long time, but his young face clearly showed signs of aging, completely losing its composure.
Madam Zhang, Yu Zhao's mother, had a sallow complexion and a numb expression.
Only when Yu Zhao lay in bed calling for his mother could she show a hint of tenderness for her son, softly asking, "Twelfth Brother, where does it still hurt?"
Several of Yu's cousins and their sons were present.
Wei Qingpei was standing by the bed serving tea to Madam Zhang. Yu Zhao had just woken up, and in this situation, she couldn't say much to show her presence.
Yan Huanyue looked at Yu Zhao and saw that even in this state, there was still a group of people taking care of her like a precious jewel.
As for her, she died, and that was that; she continued her alchemy practice. Her death was tragic and silent, unheard by anyone.
She insisted on going through the crowd to visit Yu Zhao, who was bedridden in the inner room.
The first person to break the unspoken silence in the room spoke sadly to Yu Zhao, who had lost a lot of weight and whose eyes were covered by a white veil:
“Senior Brother Yu, please don’t blame Fellow Daoist Tan. She was scared too. She definitely didn’t want to hurt you, especially since you were blinded by the demon and had your spiritual root removed, turning you into a cripple. She certainly didn’t want this to happen…”
Yu Zhao said in a hoarse voice, "What... Mother, what is Huan Yue saying? My spiritual root has been cut off?"
Madam Zhang already harbored resentment towards the other people who came out of the secret realm unscathed. Why was it that among those who went together, only Twelve Lang was so badly injured?
Even Wei Qingpei, who served Yu Zhao diligently, was despised by Madam Zhang. She would rather have any one of them hurt than Twelve Lang.
Hearing Yan Huanyue's untimely words, she instantly sat up from the bedside, her index finger seemingly capable of pointing with immense force, and fiercely pointed at Yan Huanyue, angrily saying:
"Yan Huanyue, are you here to gloat? Of all of you, only Shierlang was injured. Don't you feel ashamed and uneasy?"
The entire room fell silent, and everyone turned to look at Yan Huanyue.
Yan Huanyue couldn't help but cover her face with her hands and cry out loudly, "What is there for me to gloat over? It's Senior Brother Yu who's hurt... Does Auntie not want me to care about Senior Brother Yu because she thinks I didn't become a cripple in his place?"
Pei Xuanzhi stood beside her, his face somber.
Looking at Yan Huanyue's radiant and almost overflowing complexion, and seeing how her concern for Twelfth Brother seemed so unrealistic, Madam Zhang noticed that she immediately started talking nonsense without thinking.
Madam Zhang was so angry that her head was buzzing. She gritted her teeth and said, "I don't need you to pretend. If you hadn't pulled Lin Xiaofeng away, how could it have been my Twelfth Brother who was injured!"
Lin Xiaofeng, who had been left standing there for a long time, opened his mouth and said blankly, "Although I wanted to protect my junior sister, it wasn't Fellow Daoist Yan's fault for pulling me away in the heat of the moment..."
Yu Jisong said to a young man standing in the corner, "Immortal Venerable Sihong, are they all like this? Is this how you discipline your disciples?"
Si Hong said slowly, "Patriarch Yu's words are too harsh. My teaching and management are without fault. If my disciple does not study and causes trouble, it is not my fault."
"Moreover, what Xiao'er said is just the truth. I have come here many times since the incident. If Madam Yu does not offer the solution she wants and just vents her anger, I think it would be better to hand this matter over to the Sky Patrol Division for handling. Everyone can wait for the result, which would be much fairer."
When a disciple of an ordinary sect makes a mistake, his master will inevitably blame himself and apologize on his behalf. But his words were cold and indifferent, contrary to the common sense.
Yu Jisong's temples bulged with veins, his face turning ashen with rage. "Your disciple harmed my son, and you just wash your hands of it and do nothing about it?!"
Si Hong said with a serious expression, "It was my disciple who caused this, not me. I have apologized on behalf of my disciple many times, but I have been kicked out every time. Since the Yu family does not want to solve the problem, it would be better to leave it to the Sky Patrol Division to handle."
After saying this, he ignored the reactions of the Yu family and led the Shen Du Men group out of the room.
In front of so many people, Si Hong didn't even bother to put on a show of politeness; this was truly outrageous.
Yu Zhao, lying on the bed, suddenly struggled to pull the blanket up to cover his face, and then stopped talking.
Yan Huanyue smiled coldly to herself; he probably only just realized that there were many people around him.
A scion of a powerful family, who shamelessly draws upon the best resources of his clan to cultivate, blocking many of his peers, what will become of him after he falls from grace and plunges into the abyss? It's truly something to look forward to...
Tears streamed down her face. Like a pitiful person who had no regrets but was not accepted by anyone, she said mournfully, "Since that's the case, then I can only pray to Heaven every day to bless Senior Brother Yu..."
With that, he turned and left the room.
Upon stepping outside and seeing that the people from the Mingde Emperor's punishment hall were no longer in the courtyard, he instantly relaxed considerably.
They had already walked out of the courtyard when they realized that they had forgotten about Pei Xuanzhi inside because they were so happy.
Just as she was about to turn back to find him, she saw Xue Jingnian had already reached the courtyard gate and was about to go in to visit Yu Zhao.
When Xue Jingnian saw her, he was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at her red lips and pink face, her tear stains still wet. He suddenly realized that she seemed a little different from before.
Yu Zhao's passing was too sudden. Xue Jingnian had never imagined that someone like Yu Zhao would come to this. He said in a low voice, "I used to think that Senior Brother Yu would be the leader of our generation... Don't cry, Yan Huanyue, how are your injuries?"
He handed her a plain handkerchief as he spoke.
Yan Huanyue did not take the handkerchief, but simply raised her hand to wipe away her tears with her sleeve, and said softly, "Thank you for your concern, I have mostly recovered."
After saying that, he turned around and went to find Pei Xuanzhi.
Just then, Pei Xuanzhi came out of the main house and saw Xue Jingnian. He didn't even bother to maintain basic etiquette and followed Yan Huanyue out of the courtyard.
On the way back, Pei Xuanzhi asked, "Why is Senior Sister Yan more heartbroken than the other senior brothers and sisters of Tianyan Sect?"
Yan Huanyue sneered inwardly, but sighed, "After all, we've grown up together. He used to be so dashing, but now..."
Hahahaha...
Pei Xuanzhi looked at her calmly, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and kept telling himself that she was just sentimental, and that she would be saddened if anyone she knew acted that way.
Just like how she braved the cold, wearing only a single garment and riding a sword, chasing after him for thousands of miles, it was simply because that was her nature, not because he was special...
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After returning, Yan Huanyue went to the Mingde Sect's martial arts training ground to practice. However, because her injuries had only just healed, she did not use her full strength.
As dusk fell and the sky was ablaze with sunset colors, she casually sheathed her sword.
Lu Shenchu, who had been watching her practice swordsmanship from under a tree, said from afar, "Fellow Daoist, you've recovered quite well. I'm leaving now. I wonder when we'll meet again. Just a heads-up."
As Yan Huanyue walked towards him, she asked, "What is it?"
Lu Shenchu didn't know how to remind her, but the little fairy seemed to be watching her affairs. He simply said, "Be careful of evil spirits. Don't trust any spirit that gets close to you for now, no matter how pitiful it may seem."
Upon hearing the sudden mention of demons, Yan Huanyue realized he was probably referring to his demon immortal. She nodded and said, "Thank you for reminding me, I will definitely remember it."
She took a bath and returned to her room at night, where a cool fragrance wafted towards her.
Pei Xuanzhi had changed into a brand-new indigo outfit and was sitting at the table by the window, tilting his head back to pour a bottle of Qingxin Pill into his mouth.
Yan Huanyue immediately used a hand seal to snatch the medicine bottle away, only to find that half of the medicine was gone.
She immediately strode to his side and said, "Are you crazy?! You'll die if you eat a whole bottle!"
Pei Xuanzhi slumped weakly in the chair, his deep indigo suit making him appear exceptionally fair.
Even with tears streaming down her face and her cheeks flushed, she kept her lips tightly pressed together, her eyes, brimming with spring water, fixed on her without blinking, remaining silent throughout.
Seeing him like this, Yan Huanyue recalled what happened last night and felt a wave of fear wash over her. She secretly took two steps back. "Why are you like this again? Didn't we already... get through it?"
Pei Xuanzhi suppressed his true nature and silently lowered his eyes, looking exceptionally obedient.
He gripped the hem of his clothes tightly, his voice hoarse as he said, "This heatwave isn't something that only lasts a day or two, Senior Sister Yan... Did I scare you last night? I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to, you don't need to worry about me..."
As he spoke, he slightly raised his eyes, looking at her with a struggle and longing in them. He then lowered his eyes, wanting to say something but stopping himself. His body trembled slightly as he suppressed his emotions to the extreme. Suddenly, he turned his head and coughed incessantly.
Following the fragrance in the air, Yan Huanyue noticed that he always looked weak and pitiful; if he coughed for a while, he would probably vomit blood again.
He was someone she brought from the mountains...
They were husband and wife. Yan Huanyue didn't think there was anything wrong with being with him, nor did she dislike his touch.
But she oversimplified the matter.
Because of his half-bewitching blood, his lustful greed was something he couldn't control, and when it all crashed down on her, she couldn't bear it.
She even found his greedy and demanding manner quite unfamiliar. He and his golden mist were not easy to deal with, and she didn't want to do such things with him again.
Pei Xuanzhi swayed as he got up and staggered out of the house.
Yan Huanyue tugged at his sleeve and asked, "What are you going to do at this time?"
Pei Xuanzhi mumbled, "Form an array..."
Yan Huanyue pushed him back into the chair, raised her hand to extinguish the candles with a hand seal, and whispered, "Before you completely lose control, Xuanzhi..."
Moonlight streamed through the window, and the boy on the chair looked at her silhouette bathed in moonlight, lazily replying, "Hmm? Sister... what do you want?"
"Don't release the golden mist yet. See if you can control it by dispersing it a bit, but... don't push yourself too hard."
In the dim moonlight, Yan Huanyue approached him, knelt on the chair, and casually untied the jade belt around his waist, holding it in her hand.
Pei Xuanzhi leaned back completely in his chair, surrendering himself entirely to her.
With a rustling sound, Yan Huanyue rested her hands on the back of the chair, the jade belt in her hands hanging down, gently tapping the back of the chair.
Her half-open dress occasionally brushed against his thin lips, Pei Xuanzhi's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he breathed hot air into her arms.
He couldn't help but hug her waist, suppressing a muffled groan in his throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "I also want to grow up with my sister... Why am I the only one who can't..."
A thin layer of sweat covered Yan Huanyue's forehead. Her chin rested on his thick, fragrant black hair as she looked at the moonlight outside the window. An unusual blush spread from between the loosely overlapping collars of her clothes to her snowy cheeks.
Her eyes also became misty, clutching his clothes and jade belt, she called out in a daze, "Xuanzhi... Xuanzhi..."
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Yan Huanyue straightened the clothes that had been casually draped over her shoulders after her bath, leaned against the bed, and refused to look at the window lattice through which the faint light of dawn was filtering in.
Many of the things that followed were not her doing, yet he still managed to get her involved until this point.
A spoonful of warm, thick porridge was brought to her lips. She put aside her distracting thoughts and silently opened her lips to swallow.
Pei Xuanzhi carefully fed her porridge, his expression as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened.
"Senior sister, you've suffered. Once these few days are over, I promise I will never bother you again."
Yan Huanyue's gaze followed his hand holding the small white porcelain spoon, slid over his sleeves with their subtle gold shimmer, and landed on his clean and clear face.
He appears to be the most aloof and detached immortal in the painting, pure and untouched by worldly dust.
Yan Huanyue took the bowl from his hand, finished the porridge, slipped into the brocade quilt, and said, "Rest early."
Pei Xuanzhi had cooked porridge while she was taking a bath, and now he was helping her to bed before going out to wash himself.
Yan Huanyue quickly fell asleep, and in her hazy state, she felt someone slip into her blanket, followed by being pulled into a warm, cool embrace.
She kicked him aside and whispered, "You'll be saying again that it's too hard to hold him, and you're not allowed to come in. Cover yourself with a blanket."
Pei Xuanzhi had been pretending to be obedient and clinging to her for a long time tonight, but now he was much more docile, covering himself with a brocade quilt and snuggling close to her side.
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The next day at noon, on her way back to her residence from the Mingdezong Martial Arts Arena, Yan Huanyue saw from afar the person from the Mingdezong Punishment Hall from the previous day leading Tan Guiyi toward Yu Zhao's residence.
It seems to be called Ji Linsong.
Tan Guiyi smiled bitterly and said to Ji Linsong, "Let's see what the Yu family wants me to repay. Although it was just an unintentional act in a moment of crisis, I, Tan Guiyi, am a woman who dares to take responsibility for my actions and am by no means a weak and cowardly little woman."
Ji Linsong said, "What if they want you to take care of Yu Zhao for the rest of your life?"
Tan Guiyi said, "I... do owe him. If they want this, I have no choice but to agree."
The only option?
Yan Huanyue stood behind the tree, listening to their conversation calmly.
Wei Qingpei's devoted service to Yu Zhao was certainly not for someone she had only met a few times. If Tan Guiyi were truly willing to give her life to Yu Zhao, the word "only" would not have been used.
Tan Guiyi asked, "Have you seen Yan Huanyue? Her injuries are also quite serious. How is she?"
Ji Linsong replied calmly, "For some reason, she recovered a little too well. I wonder if her serious injury was also partly faked."
Tan Guiyi remained silent for a long time. She had seen Yan Huanyue's injuries with her own eyes, and they were indeed real. With her pure spirit body, she was naturally extraordinary.
Yan Huanyue almost laughed. Her recovery was genuine; there was no exaggeration involved. She was just…
Thinking of this, she paused for a moment, then turned around and followed behind them.
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