My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

Su Yue bit her red lips, looking at Qi Yu with teary eyes. After a long while, she sobbed and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I was being willful again, I'm sorry!"

After Su Yue finished speaking, she stood up and walked into the inner room.

Qi Yu looked at Su Yue's back, wanting to say something, but couldn't bring himself to say it. He felt a pang of sadness in his heart, and a lump in his throat.

Did I really do something wrong?

Was it wrong of him to want to protect Su Yue and the Su family?

If the Chang family isn't destroyed, then I and everyone in the Su family will be destroyed.

So even if it's wrong, you have to keep making that mistake.

While Qi Yu was immersed in complex emotions, Su Yue came out from the inner room, holding a box containing medicine.

"My wife, I'm sorry, but this time I can't listen to you. Even if it's wrong, I will continue!" Qi Yu said earnestly.

Su Yue didn't say anything. She took the medicine box, knelt down in front of Qi Yu, lifted Qi Yu's foot, placed it on her knee, took out the medicine powder, and applied the medicine and bandaged Qi Yu's wound.

During the application of the medicine, Su Yue didn't say a word, and neither did Qi Yu.

If it were any other matter, Qi Yu would listen to Su Yue, but not on this matter!

Taking a step back means death; there is only one way forward!

"Alright, go and rest!" Su Yue said casually after bandaging the wound.

Qi Yu nodded, leaning on the table, and was about to bend down to put on his shoes when Su Yue leaned closer.

Before Qi Yu could react, Su Yue swept him up in her arms.

Su Yue was smaller than Qi Yu, and being carried in a princess carry by Su Yue felt strangely incongruous.

"My wife, you..."

Qi Yu stared blankly at Su Yue's chin and profile, feeling somewhat lost and helpless.

I've never been hugged like this by a girl before.

It feels weird, but I don't think I dislike it!

“Your foot is injured and you can’t walk. I’ll carry you to rest!” Su Yue said calmly.

Qi Yu could tell from the calmness in Su Yue's words that she was angry, but this matter couldn't be handled by acting on impulse.

After placing Qi Yu on the bed, Su Yue turned around and prepared to leave.

It's obvious she's angry now, though her anger is somewhat inexplicable and unreasonable.

Women are never reasonable when they are angry.

Moreover, even if we don't reason with them, we still can't use theory.

Once you've reached a theoretical point, even if you've won, you've actually lost.

Su Yue's mood was clearly off; she was obviously angry.

Qi Yu suddenly stood up, ignoring the pain in his feet, took a step forward, hugged Su Yue from behind, and then put his head on Su Yue's shoulder.

Su Yue was held tightly in Qi Yu's arms, unable to move her hands, and couldn't even push the head off her shoulders.

Most importantly, she felt Qi Yu's lips gently sliding across her neck and cheek, and her cheeks instantly burned. Her face could no longer remain calm and turned blushing.

With her own strength, it would be easy for her to get rid of Qi Yu; she wouldn't let Qi Yu bully her so easily.

But in front of Qi Yu, she was not some saintess; she was merely Qi Yu's wife.

"Let me go right now, or I'll get angry!" Su Yue said coquettishly.

"I won't let go. You're angry anyway, so what difference does it make?" Qi Yu whispered in Su Yue's ear.

A gust of hot air blew, making Su Yue's cheeks even redder, and her cheeks felt tingly and hot.

"Okay, okay, I'm not angry anymore, let me go!" Su Yue said hurriedly.

Qi Yu's lips curled into a slight smile. Sure enough, this trick was the most effective! (Don't try this if your girlfriend knows self-defense techniques.)

"My lady, it's getting late, it's time to retire!" Qi Yu said softly.

Su Yue lowered her head, her neck turning completely red.

They're both injured, can't they think of something positive?

Qi Yu let go, then picked up Su Yue and carried her to the bed.

(Gentlemen, stop thinking about it. If you keep writing, you'll be banned. I know you don't care about a little bit of traffic or money.)

……

A poetry gathering caused quite a stir in the city, because Song Yuntao's fame had spread far and wide because of his poem "Song of the Wanderer".

Thanks to Chang Lian's deliberate promotion, Song Yuntao has already implicitly acquired the title of "Poet Saint".

Song Yuntao wrote only three poems, but each one is extremely meaningful.

The first poem, "Autumn Aspirations," encourages students to study hard, while the second poem, "Snow Plum," praises the plum blossom and portrays its unique character.

The final poem, "Song of the Wanderer," is sure to be remembered for generations, vividly portraying a mother's love for her child.

With just three poems, Song Yuntao has already stepped onto the altar.

Three days have passed since the poetry gathering at Changlian's residence, and Song Yuntao has been a guest there for the past three days.

Today is the first time he has been home in four days.

Beside him was a beautiful woman with red lips and pink makeup, none other than Mei Xiang from Zui Qing Fang.

However, she is no longer a prostitute who sells her smiles; Song Yuntao has redeemed her from her servitude.

The money for redeeming her freedom was naturally provided by Chang Lian.

The entire Zuiqingfang belongs to the Chang family. How much Meixiang's indenture costs is just a matter of a word from Chang Lian.

Chang Lian did not directly give Mei Xiang to Song Yuntao. Instead, he treated Song Yuntao with courtesy and favor, allowing Song Yuntao to redeem Mei Xiang from Zuiqingfang.

This is Chang Lian's brilliance: he gained a loyal dog for free without paying any price.

Moreover, Song Yuntao should be extremely grateful!

……

Looking at his own yard, Song Yuntao's expression was complicated, but more so, he felt guilty.

He should be considered successful now. On the way here, all the neighbors around him were very respectful to him, claiming that he was capable and flattering him.

To be honest, it felt wonderful; I felt completely lightheaded.

Is this what it feels like to be superior to others?

"Song Lang, aren't we going in?" Mei Xiang asked softly.

Since they were not married, they could not call Song Yuntao "husband".

Song Yuntao composed himself, then carried a pile of cloth and spices inside.

"Mother, I'm back!"

In those three days, he experienced what it meant to be superior to others, the thrill of power, and the life of the wealthy. He never wanted to go back to the past.

He could only apologize to Qi Yu, but that was all he could say.

Friends are just for selling!

This is a lesson I just learned!

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Chapter Sixty-Eight Mid-Autumn Festival

"Old Li, you're going back? Princess Liyang is coming with you? That's great! When can I see you off?"

Qi Yu sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, facing Li Minghai.

After three days of rest, my foot is basically healed, except for a few scrapes. It was almost completely healed by the second day.

"I've left all the guards for you, so you don't need to worry about the Chang family causing you trouble these next few days," Li Minghai said casually, sipping his tea.

"Why is that?" Qi Yu asked in surprise.

Li Minghai shrugged and said, "How should I know? That's what the Crown Prince told me!"

Qi Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. Li Ming!

Li Ming is very smart and shrewd; there must be a reason why he said that.

Qi Yu was unaware that the Blood God Sect had made a move three days prior; had he known, he might have been able to anticipate it.

Chang Lian wrote a letter to the Chang family, expressing his speculation that the Crown Prince or this Qi Yu might be related to the Blood God Cult.

After much deliberation, the Chang family abandoned their assassination attempt on Qi Yu before they were certain of the nature of their relationship.

Because of this letter, Chang Lian was not reprimanded excessively; on the contrary, he was commended.

Whether this news is true or false, it is very important!

"Oh, I see! Then I'm in for a few good days!" Qi Yu said with a smile.

Li Minghai looked at Qi Yu, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"Qi Yu, do you still have any of those 'Confused Fruits' that you dug up from the ground? I want to take one back with me!"

Qi Yu raised an eyebrow. Want a bomb? Little bro? You're dreaming!

Do you think I don't know your purpose? Isn't it just that you want to do your own research?

The materials for gunpowder are not rare, and Li Ming might actually be able to produce it.

However, he does not intend to hand it over to Li Ming at this time.

Li Ming is very hypocritical; if he weren't forced by circumstances, he wouldn't want to get involved in this mess.

"Wow, that's impressive!" Qi Yu laughed.

Li Minghai was overjoyed, but when he saw the bewildering fruit that Qi Yu had taken out, Li Minghai's expression turned somewhat ugly.

What I need is the Confused Fruit that can kill a second-rank martial artist, why the hell did you give me sweet potatoes!