My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 44

Li Shuangjiang waved her hand, understanding: “Of course we have to win, I’m still thinking about entering the Nine Abyss Border.”

Lin Yumo raised her eyebrows, but didn’t speak.

“Want to grab a meal together?” Li Shuangjiang asked.

“No, we have something on tonight. Farewell!”

“Farewell!”

On the way back to their courtyard, Lin Yumo’s fingertips kept tapping on the Kunwu sword. If Kunwu had a spirit, its head would probably be knocked to bits by now.

“I’ve noticed that ever since Li Shuangjiang appeared, Senior Sister Lin seems a little subtly off.”

Shen Zhuli asked somewhat improperly: “Are you afraid that Junior Sister Xuewei will be snatched away~?”

“Shen Shi-niang (Mistress Shen),” Mu Xuewei softly called out, warning her not to joke around.

Lin Yumo, however, admitted it quite boldly, “That’s right, I’m afraid my wife will run off with someone else, of course.”

“Ew—” Shen Zhuli complained, “I shouldn’t have bothered asking.”

She immediately moved far away from Lin Yumo and the other, and then took a small path up the mountain.

That path led directly to the accommodation arranged by White Emperor City for the elders of the other sects.

…

Within the Elder’s Courtyard of White Emperor City was a patch of bamboo forest, with tall, straight stalks and thin, sharp leaves.

Ji Nangui sat under a pavilion, playing a game of Go against herself with both black and white pieces.

Wei Qingyi stood on the bamboo tops, looking down at the foot of the mountain.

“For tomorrow’s competition, are you hoping your little disciple wins, or the girl from today?” Ji Nangui placed a black piece, looked at Wei Qingyi’s back, and hesitated before placing the white piece.

She withdrew her gaze, propped her chin on her hand, and focused on the area around the freshly placed black piece, as if searching for an escape route.

Wei Qingyi stepped on a bamboo leaf and descended. Her dark robes blended into the night. She looked at the newly changed tassel on her sword. “She also calls me Master, so she is also my disciple.”

“Oh…” Ji Nangui drew out her tone. The white piece she had reached out with was withdrawn. She didn’t look up, her gaze still fixed on the chessboard, but her mind was elsewhere.

“Wei Qingyi, why couldn’t that person be me—” Her voice was incredibly light, as if she were talking about a perfectly normal thing.

But Wei Qingyi knew that this was likely something she had always cared about, after all, her little Junior Sister rarely called her by her full name.

“The time wasn’t right,” Wei Qingyi’s words were also very soft. She didn’t dare to use a normal tone, it would be too hurtful.

Bamboo pieces scattered everywhere, fluttering past Wei Qingyi’s eyes, momentarily obscuring her view of Ji Nangui.

In that instant the bamboo leaves drifted past, she seemed to return to the moment she debated swordsmanship on Kunlun Mountain, and the moment she knelt in homage to her master in Twin Dragon Valley.

‘Senior Sister.’

‘Senior Sister, you are so fierce.’

‘Senior Sister.’

A bamboo leaf lightly landed on Wei Qingyi’s shoulder, which she picked up between her fingers. Her voice trembled slightly, and she emphasized her words a bit: “Little Junior Sister.”

“The time wasn’t right.”

“Can you—” Ji Nangui’s double braids were a little messy, scattered by the wind into flowing, waist-length waves. As the wind passed, they displayed a gentle, winding curve in the night.

Her sentence was left unfinished as a voice broke the delicate silence.

“Master—!” Shen Zhuli’s red dress pierced through the night. The emerald green sword in her hand contrasted with the bamboo shadows behind her. “Was my morning competition awesome?”

All her emotions spilled out in that moment she looked at Wei Qingyi, her eyes full of sincerity.

She hadn’t noticed that there was another person sitting in the pavilion, so her voice was very loud, like a child waiting for her master’s praise.

But if she had noticed, her voice might have been even louder.

Ji Nangui watched the two figures drawing closer and repeated the unsaid words in her heart.

Can you hug me?

She gave a light laugh, tossed the white piece in her hand back into the jar, poured the already cold tea onto the ground, and inverted the teacup on the table. With a sense of relief, she walked away.

Her light pink robes were not as vibrant as red, but a sliver of moonlight shone upon the pink fabric. Her slightly curly long hair made her doll-like face look much more composed.

The night air was chilly. Wei Qingyi led Shen Zhuli towards the house. As they passed the pavilion, she glanced at the chessboard and couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile.

So, she was playing Five-in-a-Row against herself.

Her eyes fell on the red hair tie left on the table. No matter how strong the wind blew, the tiny bells on it could no longer chime.

Her heart fluttered. Her fingernail scraped across the hair tie, but the moment she touched it, the hair tie flew away, blowing in the opposite direction from her, tumbling a few times at the mountain top before flying down the mountain.

It was likely lost forever.

…

The lights at the foot of the mountain were dimming. Lin Yumo stood under a loquat tree, feeling a bit lost. “Elder Qi… Elder Qi?”

“Are… are you looking for me?”

Qi Shiyu held a white porcelain flask with a matte texture and had two small matte cups in front of her. The wine inside looked quite precious.

“I heard you also have a very good technique for brewing wine.”

Lin Yumo stood respectfully under the loquat tree, not daring to move. She couldn’t help but grumble inwardly: With all due respect, Elder, compared to you, my minor skill is like a small wizard facing a great one!

Lin Yumo’s left and right index fingers twisted back and forth. She rehearsed her words in her mind seven or eight times before saying, “I wouldn’t dare take credit for that.”

“Come here,” Qi Shiyu looked up at her, a smile on her lips. “Sit.”

“Ah… oh…” Lin Yumo shuffled over to Qi Shiyu’s side. She hadn’t been this awkward even when pretending to be a young lady from a prestigious family in Qingzhou.

“Have a taste,” Qi Shiyu said.

Support