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Volume 3 Chapter 73 / Chapter 240: Yun Yiyi, Your Mouth Stink

Raindrops pattered against the eaves, creating a soft, rhythmic sound.

In the main hall of the Yun residence on Yishui Peak, silence reigned.

Yun Yiyi lay on her bed, with a fragrant incense burning nearby to aid in her recovery. 

Though her complexion was still somewhat pale, it had improved significantly from the day Hu Tianyue brought her back.

Now, all three peaks—Yishui Peak, Xiri Peak, and Jiuquan Peak—were patrolled by Shadowmoon Sword Sect disciples of the Foundation Establishment stage. It was so secure that not even a mosquito could make it through.

“Cough, cough—”

Two coughs broke the silence in the room.

The two Foundation Establishment female disciples guarding the door heard her and immediately poured some tea, approaching the bedside to check on Yun Yiyi.

Seeing Yun Yiyi slowly open her eyes, they hurriedly helped her sit up.

“Young Mistress, are you awake? Have some water to soothe your thirst; you’ve been sustained by spiritual liquid for three days, so your throat must be uncomfortable.”

Yun Yiyi looked at the two Shadowmoon Sword Sect disciples, whom she didn’t recognize well, and felt slightly cautious. Lacking the strength to resist, she allowed them to help her sit up.

She took a sip of water, paused to catch her breath, and asked, “Who are you?”

“I am a disciple of the Central Peak under Elder Hu. You may call me Sister Yu,” one of the Foundation Establishment disciples introduced herself, then gestured toward her companion. “This is my junior, a disciple under Elder Tian Xing. Her surname is Xu.”

Hearing they were under Elder Hu, Yun Yiyi relaxed a little.

She lowered her head, gazing at her reflection in the clear water, and after a moment’s recollection of her ordeal on Qiong Peak, her eyes widened. She quickly asked, “How is my second sister?”

“Second Young Mistress’s condition is a bit worse than yours, but it’s stable. She should be recuperating on Jiuquan Peak now, with several Foundation Establishment disciples attending to her.”

“And… what about Qiong Peak? I remember… there was a huge fire… and Elder Zhuang…”

“The Earth Spirit Fire was extinguished with the combined efforts of the elders. Currently, Third Young Mistress is managing the aftermath.”

“Yun Xi…”

“Yes,” Sister Yu nodded, sighing a little. “Third Young Mistress wasn’t seriously injured, but the Earth Spirit Fire burned the beast nests around Qiong Peak, causing the beasts to scatter and fight with those in other areas. For the past few days, the Third Young Mistress has been leading the disciples to eliminate them.”

“...a few days?” Yun Yiyi caught onto this word. “I’ve been asleep for several days?”

“...It’s been three days since Elder Hu brought you back.”

“Three days…”

Yun Yiyi murmured the number, sensing she had forgotten something. 

After thinking for a while, the name “Ye Anping” finally surfaced in her mind.

“Ye Anping… where is Young Master Ye?!”

“Young Master Ye?”

Sister Yu exchanged a look with her junior disciple, clearly unsure who Yun Yiyi meant by “Young Master Ye,” as Yun Yiyi’s engagement to Ye Anping had not yet been publicly announced.

Upon seeing their expressions, Yun Yiyi felt a tightness in her chest, bit her lip, and immediately got out of bed. Barefoot, she bolted toward the main hall doors.

The two female disciples, startled, quickly chased after her and blocked her way before she could step outside.

“Young Mistress, what are you doing? You need to rest.”

“…”

Still groggy from the long sleep, Yun Yiyi found her mind in a fog and didn’t know how to explain herself. She could only frown and order them curtly, “Let go.”

At that moment, a voice came from outside the room.

—“Young Master, please slow down; I… I have short legs and can’t keep up.”

Young Master?!

Hearing this familiar title, Yun Yiyi’s eyes widened. She immediately pulled open the door to the main hall.

In the courtyard outside, Huang Quan stood beside a young man in white, holding a red oiled-paper umbrella high above them. A bandage covered part of the young man’s face, yet his deep violet eyes still shone with an indescribable clarity.

Hearing the door open, Ye Anping turned and looked over, his face lighting up with a hint of joy when he saw Yun Yiyi barefoot in the doorway. However, his expression quickly turned to one of guilt.

“Young Mistress Yun…”

He started to walk toward her, but before he could take a step, Yun Yiyi darted forward, her bare feet splashing through puddles on the stone tiles, and ran straight into his arms.

Splat, splat—

Her bare feet created little splashes as she ran, then she threw herself into Ye Anping’s embrace, pressing her face tightly against his chest.

“Anping…”

Seeing her young mistress awake, Huang Quan felt a twinge of disappointment, realizing she likely wouldn’t get to spend all day with the young master anymore. 

Still, she dutifully held the umbrella over their heads, leaving herself exposed to the rain.

Seeing Yun Yiyi’s tearful eyes, Ye Anping gently patted her back and said softly, “I’m sorry. As your husband, I should have protected you, but… that night, I was caught off guard. A group forced their way into my room and poisoned me heavily. I barely made it out alive…”

Yun Yiyi shook her head, clinging tightly to his collar, and muttered, “I should have protected you… When I heard someone say you’d died that night… I… I…” She sniffled, the memory clearly upsetting her.

Wait… wasn’t that me who said that? 

Ye Anping pressed his lips awkwardly and asked, “Someone told you I was dead?”

“No…” Yun Yiyi realized what she had almost revealed. 

She quickly covered his mouth, shaking her head. “Let’s not speak of it. It’s unlucky. I’m just glad you’re here.”

Two large tears rolled down her cheeks, but a smile bloomed as she held him tightly again, savoring his warmth, his scent...

Tap, tap—

The light rain pattered on the umbrella, while the two embraced in silence.

After a while, the two disciples from the main hall came over through the rain, eyeing Ye Anping with slight surprise. 

They were struck by his striking appearance—this young man was truly as handsome as a painting.

They had been on guard for so long, yet hadn’t noticed someone like him in the Yun residence.

Seeing them approach, Ye Anping patted Yun Yiyi on the back as a gentle reminder, then bowed politely with a slightly embarrassed expression. “Junior Ye Anping greets you, seniors.”

Yun Yiyi slowly released him, but immediately took hold of his hand, inhaled deeply, and announced, “Sister Yu, Sister Xu, this is my fiancé. We’re already engaged.”

The two disciples shared a look of slight disappointment but promptly clasped their hands in polite acknowledgment.

Yun Yiyi ignored them after that, looking down at her own bare feet on the stone tiles. 

Smiling, she lifted her feet onto Ye Anping’s shoes and asked sweetly, “Husband, would you carry me back inside?”

“Of course.”

Ye Anping sighed lightly, then reached out to hold her waist, bending slightly to lift her by the ankles. 

Just as he bent down, Yun Yiyi’s eyes sparkled mischievously, and she planted a light kiss on his lips.

Mwah~

Ye Anping froze, his eyes widening slightly as a faint blush spread across his cheeks.

“…”

Seeing his flustered reaction, Yun Yiyi chuckled, pleased. “Hmm? Well?”

You’ve been asleep for three days, do you know what your breath smells like right now? And you’re asking me how it was?

Ye Anping fought to swallow down his thoughts, managing a smile as he said, “Young Mistress Yun, you’ve been asleep for three days; you should drink some water first.”

“Ah…” Yun Yiyi seemed to realize, her face paling as she took a breath and caught a faint whiff, making her face turn even whiter. “Um… Young Master Ye… I…”

“It’s alright.”

Ye Anping answered gently, then scooped her up in a princess carry, brought her back into the main hall, and carefully set her down by the bed, pouring her a cup of tea.