Chapter 391: The Return of Long Qingyue
Ghost Mother huffed, annoyed, "You said the same thing to Sword Spirit that day!"
Ye Wenxin felt awkward, watching Ghost Mother revert to her original form and wrap her arms around Ye Wenxin's neck. "Still, even if you're lying, I like it."
Ghost Mother often used sweet words to capture Ye Wenxin's attention, her sharp claws always ready to extract Ye Wenxin's heart. The same old trick, yet never tiring.
Ye Wenxin chuckled, quickly binding Ghost Mother's hands with a red rope inscribed with a binding charm. Ghost Mother was bewildered, not understanding how she ended up with such a cunning human. Now she could only watch as she was pinned down again, listening to Ye Wenxin's cheerful words, "Naughty child... You know, in this world, naughty children must be punished."
Ghost Mother trembled, shaking her head desperately. "No, no, I'm a good child."
Ye Wenxin paused, as if acknowledging Ghost Mother's claim.
"Good children deserve rewards."
Ghost Mother's eyes lit up, eagerly asking, "A reward! Can I kill you?"
Ye Wenxin laughed even more, "No, but your reward is fewer times tonight."
Ghost Mother's face fell, recognizing the familiar plot playing out on her yet again, unable to resist.
Once more, it seemed—
The sound of a scroll unfurling surpasses all, Words worth a thousand gold are not enough to cherish. Painting the autumn scene with vibrant colors, Not pandering to the fleeting charms of peach and plum. The ever-changing whims of wind and cloud, The limited spring of drifting sun and moon. Tonight we meet with flowers barely wet, Tears at the bedside soak the sleeves anew.
...
As dawn broke, Ye Wenxin examined her back again, noticing only a slight change in the peach blossom tattoo. If not for her sharp eyes, she might have missed the subtle shift.
The peach blossom seemed to remind Ye Wenxin she hadn't truly conquered the Yin-Yang spirits. Yet, beneath the twin blossoms, three new branches appeared, hinting at a branching of Ye Wenxin's fate.
She glanced at the bed, seeing Ghost Mother still tied up and Sword Spirit curled in a ball. Even if she didn't fully conquer the Yin-Yang spirits, she could proceed with her plans.
The tattoo gave no clue about the next peach blossom's identity but suggested more candidates would appear. With this in mind, she opened the window, glimpsing the distant shore in the early light.
Looking back at the bedbound spirits, Ye Wenxin mused aloud, "I wonder how long it will take to improve my proficiency this time ashore. Perhaps a few more rounds."
With that, she closed the window and began her playful antics again...
By noon, the merchant ship docked at a chilly shore. To thank the crew for their help, Ye Wenxin assisted with unloading. Gu Xiangsi and Wang Cuihua also pitched in, hefting bags of rice, leaving their admirers slack-jawed.
