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

Yun Fuzhao felt like her lips were about to be devoured by him. This man's kissing was terrifying, making her feel like she would be eaten away little by little if the kiss went on too long.

The literal meaning of eating.

Finally, Yun Fuzhao could no longer bear it and gestured for Jiaoyu to wrap her arms around his neck. Only then did the guy reluctantly let go of her.

Yun Fuzhao looked down at him, her eyes red-rimmed, her lips stained red from kisses, and a cut on the corner of her mouth—Yun Fuzhao had bitten him because she couldn't take it anymore. She looked like she had been through something.

Que Yu's eyes sparkled, revealing obvious satisfaction.

"You should use magic to heal the corner of your mouth as soon as possible."

Otherwise it would be too obvious.

Que Yu was satisfied at this moment, and casually played with her fingers, agreeing without much hesitation.

"I'll remove it when I get back."

Yun Fuzhao looked at him suspiciously, skeptical of his statement.

Sure enough, the next day, a noticeable mark was seen at the corner of his mouth. He seemed afraid of being overlooked, and would occasionally rub the corner of his lips with his fingertips.

This action successfully caught Que Chi's attention. "What happened to the corner of your mouth?"

Que Yu exclaimed "Ah!" with a rather helpless tone, "Ping An was too naughty last night; his antlers bumped into the corner of my mouth."

He glanced at Yun Fuzhao almost imperceptibly, "It must hurt a lot."

Que Chi: "Really? How could you be so careless?"

"It's okay. I like her, so I have no complaints even if she does this."

Yun Fuzhao had a reasonable suspicion that he was implying something, but he had no evidence.

Que Chi glanced at the two of them, his eyelashes lowered, showing no emotion. "Que Yu, Father said that you haven't been to see him these past few days, and he told you not to slack off in your cultivation."

When the word "father" was mentioned, Que Yu's expression became less serious. "The future Ghost Lord has already been decided, so what if I slack off in my cultivation?"

Que Chi disagreed, "Father didn't say it explicitly, but I believe your strength is definitely not limited to this."

A low, almost mocking laugh escaped his throat as Que Yu looked at him. "Brother, sometimes I really envy you."

"what?"

Que Yu shook his head and looked at Yun Fuzhao, "If I try my best, will you give me the position of Ghost King, along with your fiancée?"

Both of them were stunned by his bold statement.

Que Yu's appearance was completely different from his usual demeanor. Que Chi's eyes flashed with complexity. Perhaps this was his true face.

Just as the atmosphere was getting a little tense, Que Yu chuckled and blinked, saying, "I was just kidding, you don't mind, do you, brother?"

"..."

Que Chi remained silent. At this moment, he knew perfectly well that Que Chi was not joking at all.

*

From that day on, Que Yu really began to work hard. He was originally very talented, but with a little practice, his cultivation level grew wildly like bamboo shoots after a rain.

His attitude toward Yun Fuzhao also changed.

He stopped acting altogether, and even with Que Chi present, he made no attempt to conceal himself.

"My father called me, I'll be right back." Que Yu squeezed Yun Fuzhao's hand, and while she wasn't looking, he quickly kissed her lips. They lingered for a while before he reluctantly left.

As soon as Yun Fuzhao turned around, she met Que Chi's gaze.

Her heart started racing, and she even felt a pang of guilt, as if her husband had caught her cheating. "Um..."

Que Chi walked towards her expressionlessly.

"How long?"

"what?"

Que Chi's gaze shifted downwards, landing on her lips. "That day, you bit his lip, didn't you?"

Yun Fuzhao: "Listen to my excuses, no, my explanation. I..."

Before she could finish speaking, his cool fingertips pressed against her lips, and Que Chi said angrily, "I should have known, he would like you too. We always have surprisingly similar tastes."

Yun Fuzhao blinked, her gossipy nature immediately piqued. "Have you all liked the same type of girl since you were little?"

"I've never loved anyone but you from childhood to adulthood."

After he finished speaking, he coughed awkwardly.

These blunt words left Yun Fuzhao speechless.

"Yun Fuzhao, between me and him, who do you like more?"

This was a fatal problem. A quote she had read before inexplicably popped into her mind: "Only children make choices; I want it all."

"..."

Que Chi narrowed his eyes unhappily and bit her lips. "Greedy."

Yun Fuzhao hissed, "Are you two both dogs? You both love to bite."

"Yeah, I only bite women like you."

"Please, Heaven, distinguish between loyalty and treachery!"

Que Chi chuckled, "That's fine too. No matter who becomes the Ghost King, whether it's me or Xiao Yu, you will be the Queen."

Yun Fuzhao clicked his tongue in amazement. Is this the awareness of an older brother? He has quite the composure.

When Que Yu returned, Que Chi was holding Yun Fuzhao's hand, teaching her simulation techniques. The two were in an intimate pose, and from a distance, it looked as if he was holding Yun Fuzhao in his arms.

He keenly sensed that something was amiss. "Brother."

When Que Chi saw him arrive, he didn't restrain himself at all. Instead, he rested his chin on her shoulder and said, "Let's rest for a bit."

The moment their eyes met, there was a clear undercurrent of tension, and the atmosphere was noticeably tense.

"Brother and sister-in-law have such a good relationship," Que Yu said with a smile as she approached, "I'm so envious."

Under their gazes, he grabbed Yun Fuzhao's wrist, brought his face close, and rubbed it affectionately, "When will I meet someone I like?"

Que Chi looked at him and said, "Look at what you're doing when you say that."

Que Yu lowered his head and placed kisses on Yun Fuzhao's palm. Even after being caught, he wasn't ashamed as he said, "Brother already knew, didn't he?"

"..."

Yun Fuzhao coughed, "I think we're like that guy Ran something right now."

Que Yu: "I don't understand."

Que Chi: "..."

To avoid any inappropriate remarks, Yun Fuzhao changed the subject, "What does the Ghost Lord want with you?"

When his name was mentioned, Que Yu lost interest. “My father said I have made great progress and have the potential to become the next Ghost King.”

Que Chi: "That's all you said?"

"He also said that we should have dinner with him tomorrow, because the three of us, father and sons, haven't sat down to eat together in a long time."

Upon hearing this, Yun Fuzhao felt a sudden jolt in her heart. Eating with the three of them always felt strangely familiar to her.

But the memories in her mind were too vast, and she couldn't immediately recall why they felt familiar.

Que Chi didn't say anything, but looked at Yun Fuzhao, "Do you want to come with us?"

"Me?" Yun Fuzhao hesitated. "It wouldn't be appropriate for me to go to your father-son gathering, would it?"

Que Yu: "What's wrong with that? It's a good opportunity for him to see how much we like our sister-in-law."

Are you sure your father won't beat you to death? And you're so openly coveting your brother's wife.

Que Chi: "It's alright, it's just a meal. At most, it'll just annoy him a little."

Two very filial sons.

However, Yun Fuzhao did not refuse, "Sure."

She's also there to help if there's any relationship issue.