My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 45

Lin Yumo scrutinized the wine vessel from top to bottom. Besides the one Mu Xuewei gave her, she had never seen such a lavish flagon, even more extravagant than the glazed cup holding Futu wine.

She glanced at her own attire, realizing her entire outfit probably couldn’t buy this shard of glass.

“Hmm?” Qi Shiyu raised an eyebrow. “Don’t like it?”

Lin Yumo snapped out of her daze, realizing her lapse in etiquette. Without a word, she took the wine cup from Qi Shiyu’s hand and, like a country bumpkin, gulped down the fine wine.

The “good wine” almost made her spray it out the moment it entered her mouth.

Worried about being impolite, she managed not to spit it out.

Thinking about it now, she should have spat it out. Now she was coughing so hard she couldn’t catch her breath, craning her neck like a big goose, a complete spectacle.

The wine was astringent, spicy, and… had a vinegary taste. One could call it poor-quality wine; even the two-penny-a-bowl fermented rice wine down the mountain tasted better.

Her appearance made Qi Shiyu laugh.

“Ten fresh oranges, two liang of white wine, one jin of cinnamon, six spoons of aged vinegar, mixed with morning dew water. How does it taste?”

Lin Yumo coughed for a long time. Hearing her words, she realized that this little lady was simply playing a trick on her.

She felt a little helpless, but also found her own appearance genuinely funny, so she couldn’t help but chuckle quietly a couple of times. Then she straightened up, cleared her throat, and said, “Elder Qi, please stop teasing Yumo.”

Qi Shiyu stopped laughing, her eyelashes lowered. “Aren’t you curious about the matter between your mother and me?”

“Oh…” Lin Yumo drew out the end of her sentence.

She was naturally curious, but she also knew clearly that half of Xu Mo’s murderous intent towards her came from Lin Yang, and the other half came from Qi Shiyu.

Sensing her hesitation, Qi Shiyu spoke first. “Back then,”

She couldn’t help but curl her lips in a self-mocking way, this time truly pouring out a pot of good wine for Lin Yumo.

“When I met Xu Mo, she didn’t drink. She would turn red and choke after one sip, and would collapse on the wine table in less than five counts.”

Lin Yumo looked at the clear wine in the bowl, her memory suddenly drifting back more than ten years.

In the blockhouse in Qingzhou, Xu Mo was already drinking then, and it seemed like she smelled of wine every day. While not exactly drunk, the look in her eyes when she gazed at Lin Yumo was always hazy and complex.

Qi Shiyu continued, “Later, she was always clinging to me, demanding wine. If I didn’t give it to her, she would sneak into the wine cellar to steal a drink.”

“Only later…”

“The auspicious hour arrived for the wedding ceremony, red silk filled the courtyard, but the person standing beside her wasn’t me.”

Lin Yumo gripped the edge of the bowl, feeling like she understood and yet didn’t.

“Why didn’t you take her away?”

“Because… I didn’t dare.” Qi Shiyu’s fingertip brushed over the Kunwu Sword on the table, touching it carefully, as if she was using a sword to remember a person.

“That day, I also wore a red outfit, the style no less impressive than Lin Yang’s. I wanted to snatch her away, I wanted to take her away. I was even prepared to fight a battle and die on Kunlun Mountain, but…”

Qi Shiyu’s voice trembled and choked, “But my Shiniang (Mistress/Master’s Wife) asked me one thing, ‘You are also a woman, how can you marry her?'”

“I got scared. I ultimately couldn’t escape the worldly views, couldn’t withstand the pointing fingers of the world.”

“So I ran away.”

Lin Yumo frowned, gripping the bowl tighter and tighter until the bowl shattered, and the glass cut her palm. Only then did she react, “What does it matter if you are a woman.”

Qi Shiyu looked up at her, momentarily seeming to return to her younger years, only to realize with a start that this was clearly not the time of youth.

“Later, I regretted it. But when I went back to look for her, she told me to wait for her at Baidi City, but she never came…”

The atmosphere became heavy. Based on Lin Yumo’s understanding of Xu Mo, she knew why Xu Mo would tell her to wait.

Because she also wanted to let Qi Shiyu down once, as punishment for being a coward.

“Never mind.” Qi Shiyu raised a hand, and the Zuixian Sword suddenly hovered in front of Lin Yumo. The tip of the sword pointed at Lin Yumo’s throat, scaring her into not moving an inch.

“This… this…”

What was this for?

Would the esteemed Elder Qi of Baidi City, the future sect leader of Baidi City, actually try to compete with her in a sword duel?

“I will keep the Kunwu Sword, but you take this Zuixian. It suits you better than the Kunwu.”

Lin Yumo knew this was her signal to leave. She originally wanted to say a few more words, but ultimately didn’t know what to say. Those grievances and passions of the previous generation, she hadn’t experienced them, so how could she comment?

She somewhat stiffly accepted the Zuixian Sword, stood up, and bowed, preparing to withdraw.

But she was called back, “Yumo, your temperament is not suited for cultivating the path of emotionlessness.”

Lin Yumo bowed again, “Thank you for your guidance, Elder Qi.”

After Lin Yumo left, the empty loquat courtyard was left with only Qi Shiyu.

She tilted her head back, holding the wine bowl high, level with the moon.

As she lowered her wrist, tears fell, dropping into the wine bowl, and were swallowed with the wine, down her throat.

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