The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 35.1

There were very few pedestrians on the road.

It took Yu Ruoyin and the others quite some time to come down from the mountain. Furthermore, Yin City, being close to the mountains, was not as bustling as Chong City, so their rather strange procession did not cause much panic. However, Yu Ruoyin still covered the coffin with a red cloth, concealing its obvious appearance.

The place Lu Qingzhen pointed them to was 121 Wannanyuan, West District, Yin City. Gou Nanchun in this life was no longer called Gou Nanchun; she had a new name: Lu Qichun.

It was said that a soul reborn with a trace of the yin world would still be affiliated with the yin world, and Lu Qichun was a prime example of this saying.

Lu Qichun was also a person connected to the yin world in this life, but she was ultimately not as glorious as when she was the Gou family’s head. She was merely a “Spirit Medium” (Líng Pó).

Although everyone in the yin-yang world had different methods, with only variations in skill level and no distinction between noble and lowly, the Spirit Medium was considered one of the most looked down upon professions in the industry. Becoming a Spirit Medium had no threshold; anyone who saw spirits could do it. To put it plainly, even those with low innate yin energy could practice.

They didn’t have any special techniques. Most of the time, they would lend their bodies to ghosts, allowing the deceased souls to converse with the living to fulfill the deceased’s wishes and reduce the living’s regrets.

Spirit Mediums could only deal with ordinary spirits; once an evil ghost appeared, they were powerless to solve the problem.

More capable shamans could also control ghosts with their own bodies, but their skill limit depended on the body’s maximum tolerance, with no actual technique involved. Hence, traditional lineages generally looked down on Spirit Mediums.

Yu Ruoyin didn’t have much feeling about the level of skill, but Zhuang Ciyue was full of emotion: “Xiao Yu, you said Gou Nanchun was so prominent before, how did she end up so miserable in this life, just being a Spirit Medium?”

“She’s not miserable,” Yu Ruoyin had been carrying the coffin all the way, her brow damp with sweat, but she quickly responded when Zhuang Ciyue spoke to her: “Sister Qingzhen said she is very famous in Yin City.”

“That has nothing to do with being famous or not, it has to do with…”

Zhuang Ciyue couldn’t exactly articulate it; she was also influenced by the environment within the circle, which had led to some preconceived notions.

Nan He was not clever but was rather meticulous.

Seeing Yu Ruoyin drenched in sweat, she tentatively suggested to Yu Ruoyin: “Xiao Yu, let me carry it for a while.”

“No!”

Yu Ruoyin refused quickly and firmly, her gaze instantly becoming fierce and aggressive.

She looked at Nan He as if she were looking at an enemy. Nan He was startled by her sharp eyes and mumbled: “I won’t take it from you.”

Nan He was not very quick-witted, but her heart was pure and clear.

She saw through Yu Ruoyin’s thoughts and gave Yu Ruoyin her word, which made Yu Ruoyin lower her head, feeling a little embarrassed.

Yu Ruoyin’s hands were behind her, tightly pressed against the coffin lid, and she continued walking with her head down: “I’m sorry, but no need.”

She was infinitely grateful that drawing talismans consumed mental energy, not physical strength.

Otherwise, she would genuinely have to hand the coffin over to Nan He now.

She was unwilling, and even more so, she didn’t want to.

The coffin wasn’t hers, but the person inside was hers.

The wheelchair had already returned to Zhuang Ciyue’s side. Zhuang Ciyue pushed Zhuang Huaishu to walk between them: “What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing.”

If Yu Ruoyin didn’t want to answer, Nan He wouldn’t speak out either.

Zhuang Ciyue and Lu Qingzhen had similarities; her mouth was also not easily kept idle.

If Yu Ruoyin wouldn’t talk, she would guess and ask herself: “Are you talking about the Spirit Medium? I bet you are. Nan He, what exactly are you thinking? If Lu Qichun is the Gou Nanchun you’re looking for, what are you planning to do? Continue following her? You’ve only ever said you wanted to find Gou Nanchun, but what happens after you find her?”

What happens after finding her was truly something Nan He had never considered.

Perhaps because her spiritual consciousness had been lost for too long, she had even lost the basic ability to judge. There was only one voice repeating in her mind: “Gou Nanchun, find Gou Nanchun.”

She didn’t know what she would do after finding her, or even whether she was looking for Nanchun or Achun.

“I…” Nan He stammered, unable to give an answer. She didn’t dare look at Zhuang Ciyue, so she quietly moved to Yu Ruoyin’s other side, using Yu Ruoyin to shield herself from Zhuang Ciyue’s interrogation: “I don’t know.”

“Did I ask the wrong question? Should I have first asked you whether you want the old one more, or the young one more?”

“I… you…” Nan He quickly glanced at Zhuang Ciyue, feeling even more ashamed: “I don’t know either.”

Zhuang Ciyue had also heard parts of the old story from Nan He, and she had picked up on some clues. Now that they were gradually approaching their goal, it was the time to press the question: “I’ll be more direct. Do you love the old one, or the young one?”

“Nanchun… Achun…”

Nan He gradually became incoherent, simply repeating their names over and over.

Zhuang Ciyue rubbed her jaw strangely: “Look at you. We’re almost at her door, and you still don’t know what you feel. What are we going to say when we show up?”

“I…” Nan He lowered her eyes apologetically: “I’m sorry.”

Yu Ruoyin felt pity and stopped Zhuang Ciyue: “Sister Yue, don’t ask any more. Once she sees the person, she might understand.”

“Alright, I won’t ask.” Zhuang Ciyue lightly covered her mouth with one hand, but her voice still came out: “I really don’t understand, how can you not know who you love and who you don’t love?”

“You seem to know a lot.”

“Grand-aunt, of course I know,” Zhuang Ciyue tilted her head back, putting on a proud look: “I have an ex-girlfriend!”

“Ex-girlfriend.” Hearing her mention Xing Ruoyan, Zhuang Huaishu couldn’t help but laugh: “Then I ask you, in your heart, who is more important: Xiao Yu, or Ruoyan?”

“Of course, Xiao Yu is more important! Xiao Yu is my only friend!”

Zhuang Huaishu was not surprised by Zhuang Ciyue’s answer. She continued to ask: “Then who is more important: Ruoyan, or me?”

Zhuang Ciyue chuckled twice: “Of course, you are more important. You are my grand-aunt! Grand-aunt and I are the second best pair in the world!”

“Xiao Ci, you don’t actually love Ruoyan.”

Zhuang Ciyue was dissatisfied with Zhuang Huaishu’s verdict and was a little unconvinced: “Grand-aunt, does a lover absolutely have to be more important than family and friends?”

“Not necessarily. What I want to tell you is that the one you love in your heart is not necessarily the person you want to spend your life with; it could also be a friend or a family member. Nan He isn’t confused about who to love and who not to love; she loves both.”

Zhuang Huaishu’s words instantly clarified Nan He’s chaotic thoughts. Nan He followed her train of thought and sorted out her situation: “Nanchun and Achun are both very important to me. Nanchun was my first owner. I lived with her from the moment of my birth, sleeping in the same bed, eating at the same table, learning to write with her, listening to the elders’ teachings with her, playing and laughing together. After the Gou family fell apart, we wandered together, learning the techniques of catching and killing ghosts… Achun, Achun has been with me for a longer time than Nanchun and her mother combined. She was only in swaddling clothes, and I was the only one beside her. She grew up in my arms. She is different from Nanchun, she…”

She spoke a lot but still couldn’t reach a conclusion.

Nan He stopped talking. She followed beside Yu Ruoyin, tugging at her sleeve to regain some composure.

Yu Ruoyin knew that she might not be completely normal now, but as long as Jiang Huaining wasn’t touched, she was still gentle.

She patted Nan He’s hand: “If you can’t figure it out, then don’t think about it. It’s not too late to think about it after we’ve seen her.”

“Mm!”

Nan He was a gentle spirit. When she wasn’t lost in confusion, she was obedient to those she trusted.

Seeing that no answer could be extracted, Zhuang Ciyue simply redirected the conversation to something interesting: “Grand-aunt, I think what you said makes a lot of sense, but why do you say I don’t love Xing Ruoyan? Even though I constantly criticize her, I still think she’s quite important. I should count as liking her a lot, right?”

She was always awkward around Xing Ruoyan, but now with her grand-aunt and friend beside her, she was exceptionally honest.

Yu Ruoyin gave her an extra look: “Sister Yue, you just said like.”

“Not much difference.”

She was still being stubborn. Zhuang Huaishu shook her head disapprovingly, her words becoming increasingly sharp: “You yourself said it was just liking. You simply have a child’s temper. She tricked you, and you got angry at her. You’ve gotten whatever you wanted since childhood, so you can’t tolerate it when someone doesn’t completely comply with your wishes. Your mother wouldn’t let you be involved with the yin world, so you wanted to be involved even more. We wouldn’t let you be friends with Yu Ruoyin, so you practically wanted to enshrine Yu Ruoyin as your one and only true friend in this life. You’ve been like this since you were little. You wanted to marry her, but she didn’t want to marry you. You’re holding a grudge, probably wishing that one day she would beg you to marry her. If you really talk about love, I feel embarrassed for you. You agreed to form a bond with her back then for two reasons: one, you were interested in her identity as an underworld official, feeling it would be helpful to you and your friends, and two, because she’s good-looking. I only compared her with myself and Yu Ruoyin just now. If I brought in more people—your parents, your grandparents—Ruoyan would probably be ranked outside the top ten. You care about her, but you don’t care about her as much as you think you do.”

“Fe… feelings need time to develop, right? Maybe I…”

“You’ve known each other for three years, not three days.” Zhuang Huaishu gave her an unsparing glance, her tongue getting increasingly vicious: “You haven’t even figured out your own affairs, yet you’re complaining about others here. You have the nerve, but I find it embarrassing.”

“Grand-aunt,” Zhuang Ciyue wanted to argue but didn’t know where to start. After thinking it over, she dragged Yu Ruoyin into the discussion: “But Xiao Yu and I are still very young! Love is just budding, you can’t just nip the bud!”

Zhuang Huaishu looked at Yu Ruoyin meaningfully: “She’s different from you.”

Yu Ruoyin was made uncomfortable by her stare. Her hand unconsciously pressed against the coffin again.

The coffin made of sinking wood even had wisps of coolness clinging to its exterior, which happened to cool Yu Ruoyin, who was immersed in the heatwave. She deliberately averted her gaze, looking neither at Zhuang Huaishu nor Zhuang Ciyue.

Zhuang Ciyue was not a person who would easily end a topic. She went around to Yu Ruoyin: “Xiao Yu, do you already have someone you love very, very much and want to spend your life with?”

Yu Ruoyin’s hand pressed against the coffin curled slightly: “Mm, I suppose so.”

The time she truly spent with her was still too short, making it hard to say “love” or “not love,” but she was a selfish person. Possessiveness would control her, making her clutch Jiang Huaining tightly.

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