My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

What surprised her most was Qi Yu's hair accessory; it was loose, with only a small tuft of hair tied up with a hairband.

Such a style was considered eccentric by scholars because it was too frivolous.

Qi Yu's refined demeanor and frivolous appearance combined to create a very subtle temperament.

This kind of temperament is very peculiar. If I had to describe it, it would be open-minded and unrestrained, but it is different from that.

Qin Xiyao was only slightly intimidated by Qi Yu's aura, but she quickly recovered, waved her hand, and said, "Young master, you're too kind. It was just a small favor."

Qi Yu lowered his hands from his bow and then took a good look at his savior.

Although her face was covered by a thin veil, her features could still be vaguely seen.

Moreover, her every move exudes elegance, and even carries the air of nobility cultivated from a long-term residence in the upper class.

She looks like a rich heiress, and she must be very beautiful.

However, Qi Yu only glanced at it before looking away.

Qi Yu had sensed this woman's aura before, and what he felt then was even more aloof, proud, and noble than the aura she exuded now.

Qi Yu still vividly remembers the cold, indifferent look Su Yue gave him a year ago, as if he were trash on the ground.

In terms of nobility and aloofness, Su Yue a year ago would have been far superior to the person in front of her.

"My name is Qi Yu. Thank you for saving me today, young lady. Please tell me your name, and I will repay you properly."

Qin Xiyao waved her hand and said, "You don't need to be so polite. I'm just passing by, and this is all I need to do to repay your kindness..."

As she spoke, Qin Xiyao's voice gradually faded away, and then she looked at the things Qi Yu was carrying.

Those are chestnut pastries wrapped in an oil paper bag!

Qi Yu looked at Qin Xiyao with a puzzled expression, then followed their gaze to the chestnut pastry in his hand, showing a hesitant look.

"You saved my life, young lady. I have nothing else on me but these chestnut pastries. I hope you won't find them too cheap!"

They saved me; it was just a box of chestnut pastries, so I gave it to them.

Qin Xiyao's red lips, hidden beneath the thin veil, curled slightly upwards. Indeed, she's a pragmatic person.

She has no other hobbies, except for her love of sweets.

She reached out and took the chestnut pastry from Qi Yu, then said to him, "Thank you very much, young master!"

Qi Yu shook his head with a slightly bitter expression, then asked, "Where are you going, young lady?"

"I just arrived in Jiangzhou City today, so I'm just wandering around!" Qin Xiyao said.

Qi Yu nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Since you saved my life, I should repay you properly."

"But I have urgent business to attend to today and cannot properly thank you, young lady."

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Chapter Thirty-Five: A Feeling of Powerlessness

"The young lady saved my life, and I should repay her kindness in return. However, I have urgent business to attend to today, so I will repay this favor another day!"

Qi Yu paused for a moment, then casually took off the hairband that was tied to his hair and handed it to Qin Xiyao.

“Please take this, young lady. I will repay your kindness in the future, no matter if it means going through fire or water.”

Qin Xiyao was stunned for a moment, then looked at the hairband and subconsciously reached out to take it.

Only after she held it in her hand did she belatedly realize that it was a man's headband! It didn't seem appropriate for her to hold it!

"Young master, there's no need for this..."

She didn't finish her sentence because Qi Yu had already left, and he seemed to be in a hurry, even running.

Qi Yu was very worried about the situation at home, so he didn't have time to say goodbye to Qin Xiyao properly.

Now that these assassins have found him, things are bound to get peaceful at home.

He was very worried about Su Yue's safety; his brows were almost completely furrowed.

From the moment he learned that Li Ming was the crown prince, he knew he was about to get into big trouble.

Qi Yu had been mentally prepared, but when the moment came, he still couldn't help feeling nervous.

At this moment, I felt even more frightened, cold sweat poured down my back, and my heart tightened.

He was afraid that something would happen to Su Yue, and even the thought of her suffering even the slightest harm would cause him a sharp pain in his heart.

Only now did he truly feel his own weakness and powerlessness.

Even though it was such a dangerous moment, all he could do was pray that Su Yue would be alright.

If you have enough power and influence to instill fear in others, would they dare to harm those around them?

dare not!

Ultimately, I am just a weak scholar, an ordinary person, a coward who can't do anything right, doesn't want to change anything, and only wants to be content with the status quo.

When danger struck, all he could do was pray that Su Yue was alright. This profound sense of powerlessness almost drove him to the brink of collapse.

"My wife, you absolutely cannot be hurt!"

Qi Yu gritted his teeth and ran as fast as he could towards home.

……

In the small courtyard where Qi Yu and Su Yue lived, Su Yue was embroidering on a piece of cloth with an embroidery needle, her expression indifferent as she listened to the report from the person next to her.

"All thirty-seven people have been killed on the spot. They should be assassins sent by the Chang family, not from the other side."

The speaker was a young man dressed in black, leaning against the threshold, wiping the blood-stained longsword in his hand.

"I understand, thank you for your hard work," Su Yue said indifferently.

The young man picked up the scabbard and then put the cleaned longsword back into it.

"Nothing else, I'll be going now!"

The young man stood up and dusted off non-existent dust.

"Where is Zhen Qing?" Su Yue asked.

“She went to protect your husband!” the young man said.

Su Yue nodded without saying anything.

The young man was about to leave when he sensed something and raised an eyebrow.

"Someone has arrived, and it's a third-rank official."

Su Yue remained expressionless, as if she hadn't heard the young man's words, and continued embroidering.

The young man turned around, glanced at Su Yue, then chuckled and shook his head.

So what if it's a third-rank official?

Hasn't she killed enough third-rank officials?

She has even killed Grandmasters; a Rank 3 is no match for her, like a chick.

However, she has rarely done it herself recently; it's mostly her and her junior sister who are cleaning up.

"What kind of extraordinary talent did that kid have to attract your favor?"

He and Su Yue could be considered childhood sweethearts, and he had liked Su Yue since he was a child.

However, Su Yue's performance was too dazzling, and she was recognized as a favored daughter of heaven, so he kept this feeling in his heart and never mentioned it to anyone.

"Is there anything else? If not, you can go now! My husband should be back soon, and I don't want him to see you!" Su Yue said.

Han Xiaotian narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is it because I'm a man? Do you not want him to misunderstand?"

Su Yue stopped, looked at Han Xiaotian, and said calmly, "No, I just don't want him to know that his wife is a member of a ruthless demonic sect."

Han Xiaotian shook his head with a wry smile and sighed, "Alright, I understand. I'll be leaving now!"

Su Yue watched Han Xiaotian's figure disappear before continuing her needlework.

She loves her life now; she feels happy being with Qi Yu.

Even though I live in a small, dilapidated courtyard and do heavy work, I am still very happy and every day is fulfilling.

It wasn't just Qi Yu who wanted to protect this everyday life; she felt the same way.

She didn't know or was unsure whether this daily routine would continue after Qi Yu learned of her identity.

So all she could do was hide it from Qi Yu, making him believe that she was just an ordinary rich girl.

creak!

The door was pushed open, and Su Yue hurriedly turned her head to look at Qi Yu, then looked puzzled.

Qi Yu was covered in sweat and panting heavily, his face full of worry. He only relaxed when he saw me.

"Husband, you..."

Su Yue stood up, looked at Qi Yu's appearance, and was about to ask something when Qi Yu suddenly hugged her.

Su Yue was still a little confused when she heard Qi Yu whisper in her ear.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness you're alright. Thank God you're alright. If anything had happened to you, I don't know if I would have had the courage to live on my own!"

Hearing the tension and fear in Qi Yu's words, Su Yue's heart skipped a beat, her breath caught in her throat, and a strange feeling welled up inside her.

Qi Yu held Su Yue tightly, his heart still pounding, filled with lingering fear.

"Husband, what happened?" Su Yue asked.

Qi Yu released Su Yue, then wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "It's okay. I was just afraid that you would leave me and I would never see you again."

Su Yue raised her head and stared blankly at Qi Yu. She noticed that Qi Yu's eyes were red-rimmed, so she raised her hand and gently stroked Qi Yu's cheek.

"My love, I've always been here! I will never leave you."

Qi Yu nodded and hugged Su Yue again.

"My wife, no matter what, I will protect you! Even if it means rivers of blood!"

Qi Yu's eyes hardened, and his tone became firm and resolute.

Only Qi Yu himself knew how long that stretch of road had been.