My Senior Sister Says She Will Marry No One But Me - Chapter 28.2

Du Yunge had always been obedient to Xue Shuyan’s words, so as soon as she finished speaking, Du Yunge recalled the note from that morning and played it on the “Flying Waterfall and String of Pearls”, a sound that made one want to overturn everything in sight:

“Zheng!”

Feng Chengchun felt a sudden tightness in her chest, as if struck by a heavy hammer, dizzy and with churning blood. For someone with lower inner energy cultivation like her, this was no mere restlessness but a genuinely lethal sound capable of disrupting one’s vital energy flow!

Fortunately, Du Yunge stopped after that single note, placing her hands on the strings and waiting for all vibrations to cease before slowly lifting them, to avoid destroying another priceless zither as before. Even so, after her hands left the strings of the “Flying Waterfall and String of Pearls,” the previously still strings suddenly swayed violently, as if losing their last support for balance. Thankfully, they didn’t snap entirely like the strings of the zither from that morning.

Staggering back a few steps while leaning on the table, Feng Chengchun looked at Du Yunge with a relieved and gratified smile. Once her blood and energy had calmed, she said slowly:

“If the sect leader can truly master the ‘Heavenly Demon’s Enchanting Melody’. I can rest in peace in the afterlife and face your mother without shame, holding my head high.”

True to her reputation as someone who had read all the sect’s collections and booklists, Feng Chengchun quickly deduced where Du Yunge should go to further her zither techniques.

“I recall that the Emei Sect holds a qin score personally composed by the founding master of our Miaoyin Sect. When the founding master entrusted the score to the Emei Sect, she explicitly stated that it could only be handed over if the current master of the Miaoyin Sect came in person. That’s why I never had the chance to see it back then. The Emei Sect Leader also emphasized that only the Miaoyin Sect Master could retrieve it intact. So, even I only know that a qin score from our sect is hidden at Emei. Over the years, no sect master has managed to master the ‘Demonic Heavenly Melody,’ so there was no reason to travel down the mountain for something they couldn’t learn. But now that the sect master has comprehended the Demonic Heavenly Melody without the score, it’s time to make the journey.”

“In martial arts, it’s better to act sooner rather than later. Today happens to be an auspicious day for travel, why don’t you and Shuyan set off now?”

Feng Chengchun, a native of Liaodong, had spent years away from her homeland, yet her decisive, action-oriented nature remained undiminished by the gentle, languid atmosphere of the Jiangnan water towns. Her abrupt suggestion nearly made Du Yunge jump out of her skin.

“Right now?!” That’s far too sudden!

Feng Chengchun and Xue Shuyan exchanged a brief glance, and Xue Shuyan nodded in agreement.

“Time waits for no one. I’ll go back to my room, grab my sword and blade, and we can leave immediately.”

Du Yunge had never left Wangyou Mountain since the day she was born. In her previous life, when she descended the mountain to follow He Zhenzhen to the He Manor, Feng Chengchun and the others, fearing she might suffer after marriage, had prepared a dowry so lavish it stretched for miles, a grand procession winding all the way from the Miaoyin Sect’s gates to the foot of Wangyou Mountain, leaving onlookers from the martial world green with envy. Aside from that unpleasant memory, she truly had no idea what to prepare for a long journey.

But going as Xue Shuyan suggested, with only her sword and blade, was absolutely not enough!

Qiu Yueman, who had arrived unnoticed at some point, also disapproved of Xue Shuyan’s approach and countered:

“If you were going alone, traveling light wouldn’t matter. But this time, you’re accompanying the sect master. She has never endured the hardships of roughing it, what if she gets hungry or thirsty? Should she gnaw on dry rations and drink cold water like you? If she’s tired, should she curl up in a haystack or sleep in a dilapidated temple like you? In my opinion, we should take a few days to pack properly. Gather all the items the sect master is accustomed to, bring out that fine eight-horse redwood carriage from the storeroom, it can hold plenty of belongings and has inner and outer compartments. The outer space can store supplies, while the sect master and Shuyan can rest in the inner section.”

Du Yunge was so moved by Qiu Yueman’s words that her eyes welled up with tears. She clutched Xue Shuyan’s sleeve, on the verge of sobbing over the hardships her senior sister had endured.

“Heavens!I had no idea my dear Senior Sister Xue suffered so much out of my sight! From now on, she shall eat and live with me, sharing all the privileges I have. I will never allow my senior sister to endure the slightest hardship!”

Xue Shuyan was about to explain that she wasn’t that pitiful she could certainly afford to stay at an inn, and if she had time, she would even stop by a shop for a hot meal. The things Qiu Yueman had mentioned earlier were likely what she herself had done to save money when she went down the mountain, assuming everyone else did the same. However, upon hearing the crucial phrase “eat and live together,” Xue Shuyan’s eyes instantly lit up. To mask her excessive delight, she composed herself before speaking calmly:

“There’s no need for equal allowances, but eating and living together is fine. It’ll also make it easier to protect Yun’ge’s safety along the way.”

Feng Chengchun looked as though she wanted to snort in disbelief but restrained herself for the sake of maintaining her image in front of her beloved disciple, Du Yun’ge:

“This trip down the mountain is the perfect opportunity to check the accounts in Qinhuai. The key is to catch them off guard. Making a grand departure would only draw attention. If word gets out before the sect leader and Shuyan even arrive, allowing them to prepare in advance, it would be troublesome.”

“In my opinion, a carriage pulled by two horses will suffice. Take the sect leader’s token with you, and along the way, Yun’ge can eat, stay, and take whatever she needs from any of the Miaoyin Sect’s businesses. Our sect’s enterprises span the entire country, what’s the point of packing luggage? Wouldn’t that be much more convenient?”

Qiu Yueman wasn’t offended that her suggestion was overruled. She obediently handed the token to a maid, instructing her to select a low-key yet comfortable carriage from the storeroom and fetch two fine horses from the stables to pull it. Turning to Du Yun’ge with a smile, she said:

“Then I wish the sect leader and Shuyan a smooth journey.”

By the time Du Yun’ge was seated in the carriage and Xue Shuyan was driving the horses in front, the two were already making their way down the mountain along the freshly cleared path. It was evening, and the sky was ablaze with fiery clouds, spreading a breathtaking red that dyed half the horizon. The layers of color deepened and blended, creating an indescribable beauty. Under the lingering glow, everything around seemed veiled in a thin gauze, giving off a hazy, unreal quality.

It was said that when Xue Shuyan left the Miaoyin Sect years ago, it was also on such a crisp, clear early winter day.

At that time, Du Yun’ge was already under semi-house arrest at the He Manor and could only learn about her former sect through scattered rumors. Had she been able to gather more detailed information, she would have realized that it might truly have been fate’s design: the day she and Xue Shuyan descended the mountain together to demand the qin score from the Emei Sect and check the accounts in this lifetime coincided exactly with the day in her previous life when Xue Shuyan journeyed alone to the grasslands beyond the frontier to reclaim her heritage. It seemed that every cause and effect was indeed predetermined.

Du Yun’ge cautiously leaned out and watched Xue Shuyan sitting upright outside, driving the carriage for her. Suddenly, she felt that no one in this world could ever be as loyal to her as Xue Shuyan, unwavering even in life and death.

Hearing the sound of the carriage window opening behind her, Xue Shuyan turned and asked:

“Yun’ge? Is there something you need me to do?”

Du Yunge didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to cry. However, she was already an adult who had undergone her coming-of-age ceremony and was gradually taking over the heavy responsibilities that had long been shouldered by the Four Guardians of the Seasons and Xue Shuyan. Soon, she would truly become the capable leader of the Miaoyin Sect, able to stand on her own. Naturally, she could no longer be as naive as before, crying whenever she felt like it or letting her joys and sorrows show plainly on her face. So, she gave Xue Shuyan a faint smile and said softly:

“I was just thinking being able to be with you like this, Senior Sister is truly the best thing.”

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【Mini Theater】

Du Yunge, having successfully convinced herself: Don’t worry, Senior Sister! If you’re injured, it’s definitely my fault. I swear I’ll treat you well!

Xue Shuyan: Although that sounds wonderful, I’m pretty sure we’re not on the same page again. 【Feeling wronged to the point of distortion.JPG】

【Another Mini Theater】

Qiu Yueman: Fortunately, the Sect Leader called for help quickly. If she had been any slower.

Horrified Du Yunge: What would have happened?! Is there something wrong with this qin? I knew it couldn’t be my fault that it sounded so awful!

Qiu Yueman: It would have healed on its own.

【Final Mini Theater · The Joy of the Wealthy Is Beyond Our Imagination】

Self-Made He Zhenzhen: ??? You just left the precious manuscript of the founding sect master at an outsider’s house??? Should I say your entire sect is full of fools or that you’re just incredibly carefree???

Super Rich Du Yunge: You don’t understand the mindset of us wealthy folks, sigh. If you grew up using pearls from the South Sea as slingshot ammunition, wearing tribute satin, cloud brocade, ice silk, and gambiered gauze for clothes, playing with a “Flying Waterfall and Linked Pearls” zither for fun, practicing swordsmanship with a sword forged under the supervision of King Goujian of Yue called “Severing Water,” casually pulling out priceless Black Jade ointment for injuries, and when going out, you didn’t need to pack anything but money then you’d also think that leaving a mere manuscript no one can learn from outside is no big deal.

Continuously Crumbling He Zhenzhen: GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!

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