Mujer fatal

Capítulo 121

During a subsequent chase, I accidentally injured Bai Xiaosheng, a spy from the Moon Worship Cult who had infiltrated Yanbo Manor. My father ordered me to disguise myself as a divine healer and infiltrate Yanbo Manor to treat his wounds. Although Bai Xiaosheng seemed to have shown signs of betrayal over the years, my father said that this person would be a valuable asset in the future and should not be easily abandoned.

I met an unexpected person at Yanbo Village—a silly little girl.

She seemed to be quite capable, having become the personal maid of the martial arts alliance leader. However, she was still as muddle-headed as ever, and in order to seize the Jade Dragon Token, she even fantasized about using her beauty to seduce him.

I was furious. Although the Moon Worship Cult's doctrine has always been that the means to achieve the goal are not distinguished by right or wrong, she is different. She is my younger sister, who has been spoiled since childhood and is simple and timid. I cannot let her do such a thing.

I stopped her immediately, lying to her that I would help her send the courtesan who had been caught in the honey trap back to the brothel, but then I turned around and killed the courtesan and peeled off her face.

Alas, Amei is still too soft-hearted. She doesn't understand the principle of eliminating the root of the problem. If this courtesan is still alive, she will be a major threat to Amei in the future. If Gu Xiju finds someone to confront, Amei may not even know how she died.

But then again, this girl is a real headache. She's useless at fighting, and useless at killing. I have to stand up for her in everything, even the murder of a virgin had to be done under my name. Sigh, how can she maintain her position as Holy Maiden with such a soft heart? Why doesn't she live according to my wishes and go and marry a young man back to the mountains?

While I was staying at Yanbo Manor to treat Bai Xiaosheng, another matter weighed on my mind: investigating the truth behind Mei Wu's death. I searched everywhere and finally learned that Mei Wu had been a maid in the Lonely Palace. I secretly resolved to go to the Lonely Palace to find the mysterious palace master and ask her directly.

However, when I returned from outside, what I saw was my younger sister lying in my father's arms, covered in blood.

A poisoned arrow pierced her chest, and a cold blade pierced her flesh. I looked at her, who was on the verge of death just like she was six years ago, and my legs went weak. I almost couldn't stand up.

I can't bear another separation of life and death, I can't bear it any longer.

Perhaps God heard my plea, because my sister finally came back to life.

I was wondering, how could that little girl I relentlessly chased and beat up when we were kids just suddenly leave without saying goodbye?

But when Amei woke up, she seemed like a different person. She was depressed and rarely spoke. She no longer liked to look in the mirror, like a walking corpse, and lost interest in many things.

I know her story; she was used, deceived, and then completely abandoned by the person she loved.

Looking at her growing thinner and more silent, I thought, my father will eventually leave us, and from now on, only I will be able to protect her in this world.

To prevent my sister from becoming further depressed, I took her on a journey to the Lonely Palace. Many things happened after that. In the end, I was captured by the Lonely Palace and sent back to the sect. My father had to use all his life's power to heal me.

"Nanyi, promise your father that if you break through the highest level of the Marrow Cleansing Classic, you must take care of your junior sister forever." Before I went into seclusion, my father suddenly gave me this earnest advice.

I agreed without hesitation. I would have done it even if he hadn't said anything, after all, she is my biological sister.

However, after I came out of the pass, I never expected that the care my father offered would be for me to marry my sister immediately. I thought my father had gone mad; how could he possibly allow such incest to happen? At the same time, however, a daring plan quietly began to take shape in my mind.

And so, here we are today, dressed in bright red wedding robes, standing amidst the joyous drums and gongs.

"Senior, how confident are you?" she asked me a few days ago.

"Ninety percent," I replied.

At the time, I told her that I suspected Mei Wu might still be alive. If I were to marry someone else in a grand manner, she might not be able to resist coming back to me. Now that Father is interested, I hope my sister will go with the flow and cooperate in putting on a show. At that time, the relevant clues about the tragedy might come to light.

After hearing this reason, Amei agreed without hesitation; she has always trusted me completely.

Looking into her starry eyes, I silently said in my heart: Sister, I'm sorry, I'll make you suffer this time.

Actually, I not only suspect that Mei Wu is still alive, but I also suspect that her death was a hoax. I believe that her appearance and her selfless rescue were all part of a pre-planned conspiracy. Because I visited the place where I met her, I learned that the hunter village that helped me in the mountains almost disappeared in a mysterious fire. A blind survivor told me that the fairy arrived at the foot of the cliff only five days before me, with many followers. They quickly built a small wooden house and cooking utensils, and then suddenly disappeared without a trace the night before I fell.

Now, as I wished, Mei Wu really appeared at the wedding, with her real appearance and voice.

She cried and asked me why I had remarried. She asked if I remembered our promise, her voice choked with tears, so pitiful and moving, as if she were still the girl who had sworn eternal love to me. But I also realized that it was because my father had discovered her undercover identity that she had to fake her death to escape, and at the same time, she ruthlessly killed all the maids I had sent to serve her.

I suddenly felt like laughing out loud, laughing nonstop.

It turns out that this love story was just a dream woven from lies from beginning to end. Tearing off the white lotus mask of the person in love, all that's left is a vicious and ruthless heart.

For this dream, I became a freak like Bloodbath, despised by everyone, and almost fell into an abyss of eternal damnation.

I disgustedly shook off Mei Wu's hand, looked up, and saw a pair of tearful eyes under the bright red veil.

My little sister is crying for me, her face streaked with tears.

She was probably reminded of her own experience: being deceived, used, and then cruelly abandoned by the person she loved.

I stepped forward to wipe away her tears and jokingly said with a smile, "Look, we're really in the same boat."

She threw herself into my arms, tears streaming down her face.

All women in the world are filthy and dirty, but my little sister is pure. She is silly and foolish, and bears the infamy of being a vicious witch, but her heart is more flawless than that so-called white lotus flower.

That's how it is. I'll just rely on my sister like this, because people outside of the Moon Worship Cult are ultimately unreliable.

However, I never expected that even my most respected and admired father, a relative of the Moon Worship Cult, would keep such a huge secret from me.

When Gu Xiju stood on the field and said those words that could shatter me to pieces, my whole world turned upside down.

With an incredulous roar, I threw myself away from this filthy quagmire of lies, utterly disappointed.

It turns out that Dad wasn't Dad, Sister wasn't Sister, and I wasn't myself either.

After hiding on Mount Izumo for most of the night, I finally decided to leave the Moon Worship Cult and wander the world.

I could not possibly kill my father who raised me, but I could not possibly go back to be the young master, as that would be letting my mother down.

Before leaving, there was only one thing I couldn't let go of, and that was my younger sister whom I had left behind at the wedding.

Oh no, now she's just my junior sister.

I sneaked into her boudoir where she was resting and watched her fall asleep, dressed in a red robe with tears streaming down her face.

She truly is the girl most suited to wear a red robe in the world. If a person's heart is pure, even if they are covered in blood, they will not appear tragic.

"I'm sorry," I said softly, patting her face, before turning and leaving.