Chapter 1091: [2] Has the Official Wife Been Confirmed?
Ye Wenxin no longer hid her true self. The mask on her face automatically dissolved, transforming into a beautiful accessory now tilted jauntily on her head, making her resemble a mischievous young girl returning from a temple fair.
However, the “girl” no longer had the appearance of youth. Her features now reflected a mature woman of around twenty-seven or twenty-eight. A faint smile adorned her face, one so breathtakingly beautiful it defied description—her visage akin to a blossoming peach flower, a beauty so striking it could ruin lives with just one glance.
Hua Nu's pupils contracted as she gawked, unable to close her gaping mouth. The sight before her was too overwhelming, leaving her at a loss for how to respond. Yet soon enough, a shadow of malice darkened her eyes, and she launched another attack toward Ye Wenxin.
Ye Wenxin no longer held back. With a flick of her hand, petals flew forth, conjuring a massive red butterfly that pierced through Hua Nu's body.
Hua Nu let out a shrill scream, her body convulsing violently before collapsing to the ground. Her once vibrant skin turned dry and withered in an instant, revealing her true form—a rose. The delicate flower emitted a faint glow, with droplets resembling dew trickling down its petals.
Ye Wenxin sneered at the sight. "Heh, only now do you play the pitiful act," she mocked.
She plucked a petal from the rose as a punishment. Instead of dew, crimson blood oozed out. This rose was Hua Nu's true form. A single forceful tug from Ye Wenxin could end her life for good.
Sensing Ye Wenxin’s killing intent, the surrounding tiny grass spirits rushed forward, clutching desperately at her hands and feet, trying to create an opportunity for Hua Nu to survive.
With a mere flick of her wrist, Ye Wenxin sent the grass spirits scattering. They looked back at her, then at Hua Nu, and began shedding tears the size of beans. The sound of their sobbing grew louder, forming a heartbreaking chorus.
Ye Wenxin felt exasperated but remained unfazed. She glanced at the rose on the ground and said, “Look at how these little ones treat you, and then look at how you’ve treated them.”
The rose couldn’t respond. Its only answer was a mix of blood and dew dripping from its petals. Ye Wenxin reached out, plucking the flower. After a moment's contemplation, she decided not to kill it—not out of pity for Hua Nu, but because death would be too easy a release for her.
For Hua Nu to die, it must carry a deeper meaning.
With her mind made up, Ye Wenxin carried the rose and left. The little grass spirits instinctively followed, forming a grand procession behind her.
Neither Ye Wenxin nor the grass spirits spoke along the way, but the grass spirits' incessant sobbing was torture for anyone with alchemical sensitivities. Ignoring them, Ye Wenxin quickened her pace until she finally rejoined Long Qingyue and the others.
When the group saw Ye Wenxin appearing with the visage of Peach Blossom Immortal, they were momentarily stunned. Long Qingyue, being the first to know the truth, stepped forward and smiled. “Tired?”
Naturally, Long Qingyue considered herself the rightful official wife. Ye Wenxin knew no one dared to challenge her claim to that title.
