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

Que Yu looked at her, seemingly lost in thought.

A moment later, there was a knock on Yun Fuzhao's door. She turned her head to look and was surprised to find that the door had been closed.

"Fuzhao."

It was the sound of Que Chi.

Yun Fuzhao was somewhat surprised. They had only met a handful of times in recent days, and he actually had time to come see her today.

Just as Yun Fuzhao was about to stand up and open the door for him, Que Yu grabbed her wrist.

"Sister-in-law, don't open the door."

She looked down and saw that Que Yu looked a little nervous. "If my brother finds out, he will misunderstand us."

"What's the misunderstanding?"

Yun Fuzhao did not understand.

Que Yu lowered his gaze and, to Yun Fuzhao's surprise, gently kissed her palm. Her long eyelashes brushed against hers, and Yun Fuzhao's heart skipped a beat.

He lifted his eyelids and said innocently and naively, "You've misunderstood that we're having an affair."

"..."

Originally, it wasn't there, but after what happened, Yun Fuzhao can't clear his name even if he jumps into the Yellow River.

She shook off his hand, her expression gone. "You're a madman."

She thought Que Yu hadn't turned bad yet, but little did she know that this guy was a complete scoundrel.

Que Chi, who was outside, did not hear her response and assumed that she was not there, so he did not linger and turned to leave.

Que Yu was not angered by her insults; on the contrary, his smile became even more pronounced.

"You've misunderstood me," Que Yu still tried to feign, "I just couldn't control my emotions..."

“Don’t forget who I am,” Yun Fuzhao glared at him, “Get out of here right now.”

"Why do you all like him? Even you, who have only met him a few times, have fallen for him so easily?"

Que Yu stared intently at her. "Why? Is it just because he'll be the next Ghost King? Will you all like me if I become the Ghost King too?"

Yun Fuzhao was caught off guard by his words. Could it be that this was the reason he turned against Que Chi?

For a moment she didn’t know how to answer, but Que Yu took it as her tacit agreement.

He stood up. By this time, he was already quite tall, and the change in perspective made him seem imposing.

"I see."

In an instant, the innocent and naive look on his face vanished completely, just like the Que Yu that Yun Fuzhao knew.

Thinking of his future situation, Yun Fuzhao hesitated for a moment before speaking: "It has nothing to do with Que Chi's identity. Even if he is not the Ghost Lord, I will still contact him."

She had originally intended to persuade him not to be so obsessed with a certain identity, but Que Yu interpreted it differently. He scoffed, "It's only been a few days, and you're already this in love with him..."

His eyes blazed with intense jealousy and mockery.

Perhaps because she was still young, Que Yu at this time was far from the person she would become later in life, who could not easily show her emotions.

Yun Fuzhao understood what he was concerned about. "You misunderstood," she thought for a moment and said, "You are the same. No matter what your identity is, as long as you are a normal person and do not do strange things, I am willing to get along with you."

While he can still communicate, we should lend him a hand, so that he won't have to go through the same pain again later.

Que Yu was taken aback, not quite understanding her meaning. He stared intently at her for a long while before asking again, "Does this mean you would also like me?"

"..."

Why is this person adding so much drama to their life?

However, seeing the look in his eyes, Yun Fuzhao decided to go along with him and say, "Yes."

Que Yu's eyes widened slightly, and the tips of his ears turned red. After receiving her affirmative answer, he was somewhat at a loss for words.

He even avoided her gaze.

“I understand,” Que Yu said, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sister-in-law.”

He ran away like a boy experiencing his first love, his ears turning red.

This appearance completely baffled Yun Fuzhao; what was he so shy about?

However, what she didn't know was that the moment the boy left her sight, the embarrassment on his face vanished completely.

Que Yu raised his hand and touched his lips. The soft, warm touch from that moment seemed to be etched into his mind, lingering there for a moment.

She smells great.

From pulling him out of the rain, sharing an umbrella with him, to entering the same room, that faint fragrance, like an invisible silk thread, lingered on the tip of my tongue and between my nose, with a dense and sticky texture.

Que Yu clutched his heart; the pounding of his heart revealed just how excited he was.

He was truly in a bad mood today; the words the Ghost King had spoken to him were so oppressive that he could hardly breathe.

Over the years, they have been careful to avoid mentioning the consequences in front of him—the consequences of not being chosen to become the Demon King.

Que Yu could probably guess, but he chose to ignore it.

Que Chi is even more stupid than him. He really thinks that after becoming the Ghost King, the two of them will no longer be oppressed by their father.

Perhaps his father made some promise, because Que Chi has been working harder and harder these past few years, helping his father handle matters in the ghost realm, and he seems to genuinely want to become a good ghost lord...

Que Yu gradually brought his scattered thoughts back and looked at the wound on his arm.

No one hurt him; he hurt himself.

Because I wanted to gain her favor.

The moment Que Yu thought of Yun Fuzhao, the resentment that had been building up in his heart vanished.

He thought back to the day he first met her.

Ping An was very well-behaved; it wouldn't run around without his permission. That day, he heard from the servant that the Crown Prince's fiancée had arrived.

He, who had never had any feelings for the opposite sex, suddenly felt a strong urge to find out more.

They said Que Chi's fiancée was very beautiful.

When she reached out to stroke Ping An, a faint smile played in her eyes, and her red lips curved into a smile, like the plum blossom peeking out from a branch covered in frost and snow.

She is indeed beautiful.

She has a beautiful smile.

Que Yu stared at her for almost half an incense stick's time, his heart urging him to talk to her, make eye contact with her, and even kiss her.

I kissed those petal-like, rosy lips.

This emotion came on strangely and overwhelmingly.

So Que Yu walked towards her...

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Knowing his true colors, Yun Fuzhao's desire to pull Que Yu back from the wrong path grew even stronger.

As long as the two of them don't become enemies, Que Chi won't have to endure inhuman treatment in the future.

Since we've already come all this way, we can't let her friend go through those painful days again.

In order to re-educate Que Yu, Yun Fuzhao devised a detailed and meticulous plan, including but not limited to having him do good deeds, copy the Three Character Classic, and teach him by example...

She knew that Que Yu was a master of disguise, so she kept a close eye on him every time to prevent him from riding an old lady across the road.

"Don't you think you've been paying too much attention to Xiaoyu lately?"

"what?"

When Que Chi said this, Yun Fuzhao was still thinking about his own plans and hadn't realized what he was saying yet when he turned his head.

Que Chi was somewhat dissatisfied. He stared at Yun Fuzhao and said, "You are my fiancée, why don't you pay more attention to me?"