69 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Title: Days and Nights of Reincarnated Villainess Sister - Chapter Sixty-Nine Chapter Sixty-Nine In the few days Jiang Bei Qing spent with Fu Ling, he came to understand how much she relied on Jiu Ying. Seeing the young girl so upset she was speechless upon learning her senior had gone out to meet someone else, he couldn't help but offer some comfort. "I suspect they went to Yuchun Hall. Invitations to the Si Family's events are rare, and Fang Qishan's mother is the chief alchemist there. That extra invitation is probably from her." Yuchun Hall— Fu Ling's lips twitched at the mention of these three words. Scenes of Fang Qishan bringing medicine to Jiu Ying flashed in her mind, making her face darken even more. Noticing her escalating anger, Lin Yu Miao shifted the topic, "The wedding banquet will begin soon. I heard the wedding procession is coming from the Qin family. Would you like to take a look, Miss Fu Ling?" Lin Yu Miao, known for his integrity and obsession with swordsmanship, usually focused solely on cultivation, seldom initiating conversation with women. Yet, when speaking with Fu Ling, his tone was unusually gentle and patient. Still fuming, Fu Ling knew better than to vent her frustration at the two before her. After a moment's silence, she nodded unwillingly. The three of them made their way together, and after much meandering within the Si Family's residence, they finally reached the Second Young Master's courtyard. The wedding procession from the Qin family was grand, consisting of fifty people, all lined up in front of the main gate. At the forefront stood a red bridal sedan chair, inside which was the young Miss Qin. A crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle, mostly prominent family heirs and disciples from the four sects. As Lin Yu Miao and Jiang Bei Qing appeared, many approached to greet them. Trailing behind the duo, Fu Ling felt overwhelmed by the noise. As she looked around, she recognized a familiar figure among a group of richly dressed young men approaching: He Yu Hen. Recollecting that He Yu Hen had once challenged her during the sect competition only to be harshly mocked by Jiu Ying, she frowned. Much like Jiang Bei Qing before, upon seeing Fu Ling, He Yu Hen was reminded of the less pleasant memories from the competition. With Lin Yu Miao present, he didn't dare act out, though he clearly disliked Fu Ling. After a while, it was time for the ceremonial rites. The courtyard was packed with guests, almost shoulder to shoulder. Fu Ling stood quietly on one side, waiting to see the bride emerge from the sedan chair. Though she preferred to avoid trouble, others wouldn't refrain from causing it. Just as the Si Family's Second Young Master was about to help the bride out, a strong, peculiar gust pushed against Fu Ling's back. The force aimed to embarrass her publicly, hoping she'd become a laughing stock. Caught off-guard, she nearly fell in front of the sedan chair, but Lin Yu Miao reacted swiftly, pulling her back in time. As the celebratory atmosphere persisted, Jiang Bei Qing remained oblivious to her near fall, his attention captivated by the bride. Recovering from shock, Fu Ling patted her chest, feeling relieved. Lin Yu Miao had already released her arm at some point. Seeing her distracted expression, he gently reminded, "There's quite a crowd. Steady yourself." He seemed to brush it off as an accident. Fu Ling pressed her lips together, silent. Looking back, she found He Yu Hen grinning arrogantly at her, devoid of warmth, his gaze utterly obnoxious. Clearly, he had been the one to push her, seeking revenge for Jiu Ying's taunts during the competition. Unlike Jiang Bei Qing who had some decorum, He Yu Hen, despite being male, was both petty and shameless in his tactics. Fu Ling, already in a foul mood, couldn't tolerate his provocation. Though her temper had improved under Jiu Ying's guidance, she struggled with the urge to retaliate. Just as spiritual energy began to stir in her palms, the teachings of Xuan Xiu and Fu Yue rang in her ears, stopping her action— "Do not cause trouble at the Si Family, lest your identity as a heavenly cultivator is exposed." Conflicting with her elders' warnings, anger surged within her chest. After hesitating, reason prevailed. Reluctantly, she abandoned the idea of retaliation, glaring fiercely at He Yu Hen. Sometimes, the more you retreat, the more others perceive you as incapable. Seeing her relent, He Yu Hen was further convinced she was a pushover without Jiu Ying's protection, viewing her contemptuously as a mere weakling. As if nothing had happened, the Si Family's Second Young Master led Miss Qin out of the sedan chair. Both were in wedding attire, the vibrant red matching the lanterns adorning the courtyard, amplifying the festive atmosphere. After the ceremony, the banquet officially began. At this point, Fu Ling saw for the first time the person responsible for controlling her three days prior—the Si Family's Eldest Young Master, Si Qi. In stark contrast to his brothers' glamour, Si Qi appeared with plain clothes and a frail build, barely resembling a member of the Si Family. Traditionally, the Si family's Second Young Master couldn't marry before his elder brother. Si Yi Guang's actions seemingly declared to all that Si Qi wasn't worthy of being his son. Fu Ling observed Si Qi standing alone in the corner. Curious whispers reached her ears, discussing him. Listening intently, she learned Si Qi's unfavored status stemmed not only from his inability to cultivate but also due to his mother. Si Qi's mother, Han Yan, wasn't from the Four Sects or Eight Clans. She was a commoner known for her beauty, which captivated Si Yi Guang enough to marry her despite family opposition. Sadly, despite her beauty, Han Yan's demeanor was cold, showing Si Yi Guang no warmth until Si Qi was born, when she slightly warmed up. Si Yi Guang cherished those changes, lavishing young Si Qi with affection, disregarding his lack of cultivation aptitude and even sending him to the Ruan family for health treatments. However, rumors soon circulated, suggesting Han Yan never loved Si Yi Guang and that Si Qi wasn't truly his son. As the head of a sect, Si Yi Guang couldn't tolerate such slander and promptly executed the rumor's source. Since then, he was cold toward Han Yan and Si Qi, eventually taking a concubine who bore him the second and third sons. Fu Ling absorbed this gossip with keen interest, considering them plausible. Jiang Bei Qing also heard these rumors and could only shake his head in helplessness. "These people have guts discussing this in the Si Family. Aren't they afraid of being thrown out by the Si head?" Her tone implied belief in the rumors. Curious, Fu Ling inquired further, "Does that mean the Si Family's Eldest Young Master isn't truly the head's biological son?" Jiang Bei Qing waved his hand, scanning for eavesdroppers before continuing. "The Si head is decisive. If Si Qi weren't his child, why keep him in the family?" "As for those rumors, some say they were spread by the second wife to sow discord between the Si head and his first wife." "We're outsiders; these are but gossip. Don't take them seriously, especially not within the Si Family." Just as Fu Ling was about to nod, Si Qi looked her way. His gaze carried nothing but warmth and goodwill, though she knew better than to trust it. If she wasn't aware of his prior actions three days ago, she'd be fooled by the seemingly benign expression. Laughter and chatter filled the banquet hall, creating a lively atmosphere. Fu Ling wondered why Si Qi would look at her. Remembering the two spiritual gu beetles, a flicker of fear arose within her. She attempted to hide behind Lin Yu Miao, but before she could, the 'waste' eldest son Si Qi approached her. "Are you Miss Fu Ling?" Si Qi's appearance drew much attention from the guests. Though simply dressed, his demeanor was refined, speaking with grace, resembling a gentleman. Amid the attention, the surrounding chatter quieted. Reluctantly, Fu Ling nodded, mindful of the curious eyes on her. "Mr. Si—" Confirming her identity, Si Qi stepped closer, a faint smile on his face. "We didn't meet properly three days ago. I didn't expect to see you at my brother's wedding. Is the little fox to your liking?" His calm, pleasant demeanor inquiring about the Snow Fox stunned Fu Ling, revealing his deep cunning. Her lips tightened, feeling cold sweat in her palms. Even though the person standing before her was nothing more than an ordinary man devoid of any spiritual roots, Fu Ling couldn't help but feel a wave of panic. She nodded, striving to maintain a calm demeanor before replying. "I liked the fox very much, but unfortunately, it was too frail to survive the winter and died a few months later. I'm afraid we've let the Si Family's kindness go to waste." This was the explanation Jiu Ying had prepared for her in advance. Si Qi's inquiry about the fox's fate was merely an attempt to cast another spell; telling him it had died was meant to sever his intentions. As expected, upon learning of the fox's death, Si Qi's expression shifted slightly to one of discomfort, with a glimmer of disappointment in his eyes. Just a glance from him made Fu Ling tremble slightly, and only then did she realize— For the entire three months, Si Qi had never abandoned the idea of controlling her. In that instant, she desperately wished for Jiu Ying to be by her side, needing nothing more than her handholding for comfort. Perhaps sensing Fu Ling's discomfort, Lin Yu Miao stepped forward, interrupting their exchange. "Mr. Si, the First Lady seems to be looking for you." Si Qi paused at the remark, turning in the direction of Lin Yu Miao's gaze. Indeed, a breathtakingly beautiful woman stood nearby. She must be Han Yan, the woman who captured Si Yi Guang's heart at first sight. Due to his poor health, Si Qi rarely left his room. With so many guests present today, Han Yan must have come out of concern for his safety. Fu Ling peeked around, catching a glimpse of the woman from afar. There was a nagging familiarity, though she couldn't quite place where she had seen her before. Just as she was about to look away, the woman glanced back. Though it was brief, Fu Ling keenly sensed an intense murderous intent in her eyes. It was a hatred so deep that it wished to tear her apart. Biting her lip, Fu Ling quickly averted her gaze, avoiding Han Yan's eyes. Her longing for Jiu Ying surged, flooding her heart like a tidal wave. And just like that, Si Qi exited the scene. The banquet continued, but Fu Ling kept her head down, unwilling to speak or eat. Having been tasked with looking after her, Lin Yu Miao and Jiang Bei Qing were concerned. After some discussion, they led her outside, finding a secluded corner to accompany her. For the two of them to go to such lengths showed remarkable camaraderie. Aware of the trouble she was causing them and recalling Jiu Ying's teachings, Fu Ling sincerely apologized. "I'm sorry." Unaware of what she was apologizing for, Jiang Bei Qing could see her growing despondency and curiously inquired, furrowing his brow, "What happened to you?" Fu Ling lowered her head at his words, remaining silent for a long time. When she finally looked up, her eyes held a faint redness, and her voice was soft and aggrieved— "I miss my senior sister." ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ This poor child is so scared; her senior sister, please come back soon. Thank you to those adorable angels who cast their votes or nourished with nutrient fluids from 2020-10-16 22:08:02 to 2020-10-17 21:48:57. Special thanks to the adorable angel Ming Zhu Dui Jiu for donating 20 bottles of nutrient fluids. Thank you all for your support, I will continue to work hard!