The eldest sister just wanted to give up, while the spirit swords vied to recognize her as their mas

Que Yu raised her hand to cover her head, showing no sign of anger, but instead smiling even more happily, "I didn't call you the wrong person, isn't your marriage almost settled?"

Que Chi glanced at Yun Fuzhao, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief after confirming that she did not show any displeasure because of those words.

"Stop worrying about us. Have you finished all the exercises your father asked you to do?"

Que Yu blinked, "My sister-in-law is here today, so can I be lazy for a day?"

Yun Fuzhao watched the two brothers' conversation; they seemed to have a good relationship, being brothers and showing mutual respect. He wondered what had happened later that turned them into enemies.

For the next few days, Yun Fuzhao stayed in the Ghost Realm. Apart from seeing the Ghost King on the day he arrived, Yun Fuzhao did not see him again.

Que Chi is also quite busy. He is the type who works very hard. The entire Ghost Clan is probably watching him and has high expectations for him, which makes him dare not slack off at all.

Every day is spent either cultivating or on the path to cultivation.

In contrast, Que Yu was always leisurely, spending his days bringing Ping An to play with her.

As the two spent more time together, Yun Fuzhao gradually let go of her prejudice against him. At least at this point, he was truly a simple and kind-hearted boy.

On this day, a light rain fell in the Ghost Realm, something that hadn't happened in a long time.

Having been here for so many days, the weather in the Ghost Realm has been mostly stagnant, with dark clouds making it hard to breathe.

It rained lightly today.

Yun Fuzhao sat in the room, opened the window, and rested his chin on his hand, watching with great interest the raindrops falling like a beaded curtain.

She was engrossed in watching when she suddenly noticed a tall, handsome young man crouching under a tree not far away. He had his head down and was soaked to the bone by the rain.

The more Yun Fuzhao looked, the more familiar it seemed. Wasn't this Que Yu?

She took an oil-paper umbrella and went outside, the rain splashing onto her skirt.

She didn't pay much attention, staring at the dejected and lonely figure. The closer she got, the more she could feel the loneliness and sorrow that was about to overflow from him.

"Que Yu?"

He heard the sound and slowly raised his head, his eyes dull and gray, as if covered with a layer of gray.

Upon seeing Yun Fuzhao's face, Que Yu's gaze slowly focused. After a while, he suddenly smiled, his eyes crinkling, and obediently called out, "Sister-in-law."

The rain grew heavier and heavier. Yun Fuzhao looked into his eyes; raindrops dampened his eyelashes and slid down his cheeks like tears. Yun Fuzhao inexplicably felt that it must be raining inside him at that moment as well.

She reached out to him, "What are you doing squatting here? Come back with me."

Que Yu was stunned for a moment, his gaze slowly moving from her face to her hands.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a while, Yun Fuzhao couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled him up.

"I'm not afraid of catching a cold."

At this time, Que Yu's cultivation level was not high. Although his body was not that fragile, he was just in case.

Yun Fuzhao pulled him into her residence.

Yun Fuzhao was not used to being served, so there was no one to serve her at her residence. She casually made a hand seal and dried the two people's wet robes.

She poured him a cup of hot tea and handed it to him, asking, "What happened? You were fine yesterday."

Que Yu held the porcelain cup, lowered her eyes and drank, looking as obedient as could be.

Yun Fuzhao even wanted to take a picture of him looking like this. Could this be considered a dark chapter in Que Yu's history?

"I was punished by my father."

Yun Fuzhao was taken aback. She knew the Ghost Lord's true nature; she had seen him at Shenlu Mountain. The Ghost Lord's personality was not as gentle as his appearance suggested.

If she smelled carefully, she could also detect the pervasive stench of blood in the air.

"You were beaten?"

Que Yu lowered his head and remained silent, which was clearly an admission of agreement.

Look at this pitiful appearance.

Yun Fuzhao clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Let me see."

Que Yu hesitated for a moment, but finally rolled up his sleeve, revealing his arm covered with shocking scratches.

It's clear the injury happened recently; the wound is still bleeding. And it's clearly a knife wound.

Suddenly, Yun Fuzhao recalled a rumor he had heard: the one who wasn't chosen to be the Ghost King would become the Ghost King's mobile blood bank.

So was he injured by his own father, in order to supply him with blood?

Yun Fuzhao's mind raced, and her suspicions were clearly written on her face, which Que Yu noticed perfectly.

He sniffed, looking somewhat aggrieved, and said, "It hurts..."

Yun Fuzhao sighed and took out some pills from his storage bag, handing them to him.

I wonder if Que Chi knows about this. He hasn't become a Ghost King yet, so he can't do something like sucking blood.

Que Yu swallowed the pill, and the pain in his arm eased a little. He stared intently at Yun Fuzhao, his heart pounding.

His heart started racing the moment she reached out to him.

"Yun Fuzhao." For the first time ever, he didn't call her sister-in-law.

"what happened?"

As soon as Yun Fuzhao finished answering, the young man in front of her suddenly moved closer to her. Before she could react, he had already embraced her.

His chin rested on the crook of her neck. The rainwater on his robes had dried, but he was still damp.

A little cold.

Without saying a word, Yun Fuzhao tried to push him away, saying, "Don't do this, she's an honest person."

However, the boy noticed her movement first and hugged her even tighter. Que's voice was hoarse, "Just to comfort me, okay? Aren't we family?"

Yun Fuzhao hesitated for a moment, then heard him say, "I like you very much and want to become family with you."

These words were spoken very sincerely, like a child's simple affection for an elder.

Yun Fuzhao only gave him three seconds before pushing him away after the hug.

Que Yu didn't press the matter further. The gloom on his face vanished, and his eyes brightened as he looked directly at her.

Something felt off, but Yun Fuzhao couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

For a fleeting moment, Yun Fuzhao hallucinated that Que Yu had grown up, the same way he used to look at her, which made her feel uneasy.

"Sister-in-law, do you like my brother?"

His question came out of nowhere, as if he had just thought of it and asked it on a whim.

Yun Fuzhao thought about it carefully and didn't hide anything, "I guess you could say I have feelings for you."

Having known each other for so long, Yun Fuzhao did have some affection for him, so she did not refuse this marriage proposal.

Otherwise, with her abilities, refusing wouldn't be a problem.

After she said those words, the smile in Que Yu's eyes faded slightly. He seemed puzzled, "Why? Sister-in-law and brother haven't known each other for very long. Did you fall in love with him at first sight?"

Yun Fuzhao looked at him for a few seconds, "Why are you asking this?"

"I'm just curious," Que Yu said with a smile, "I've never liked anyone before, so I don't know what it feels like to like someone."

This question actually reached Yun Fuzhao.

She herself didn't know what liking someone meant, so how could she explain it to him? But she insisted on pretending, acting profound as she said, "You'll know when you meet that person. It's that feeling of being so attached to someone that you can't eat or sleep."