Chapter 294: Yingchun’s Secret (2^nd Update)

The ugly woman—no, Sister Yingchun—naturally walked out of the kitchen. The maid, who had been waiting there, came up to her, and Sister Yingchun naturally started conversing with her, as if the exchange earlier had just been a strange dream.

“Is that person still sleeping in the room?” Sister Yingchun remembered her younger sister’s instructions and couldn’t help but ask.

The maid’s eyes lost focus for a moment, then quickly regained clarity. She continued, “Yes, she is still in the room.”

“Let’s go and see this young lady,” Sister Yingchun said with a smile. Her mannerisms, and even her voice, were exactly the same as the courtesan’s, as if they were the same person.

In this world, twins were considered to have an ominous existence, with rumors claiming that their emergence could bring chaos to the land.

The maid nodded and did not express any opinion on Sister Yingchun’s words. The two walked one after the other, and soon arrived at the boudoir.

Once the maid withdrew, Sister Yingchun stepped in to inspect, only to find a woman lying there, who could only be described as averagely pretty. Yet, the angle of her face reminded her of someone she feared.

Her feet began to tremble involuntarily, as if she could barely restrain herself from kneeling. Nevertheless, she struggled to control herself, cautiously approaching Ye Wenxin.

Ye Wenxin, sensing a strange presence, opened her eyes and saw Sister Yingchun.

Their eyes met, but Sister Yingchun’s expression was grim. Ye Wenxin reached out her hand and subconsciously took Sister Yingchun’s pulse.

“Hmm? Your insomnia has completely cleared up overnight?” Ye Wenxin was quite surprised, but upon closer inspection, she felt that the courtesan in front of her seemed somewhat different from yesterday.

But she, still half-dreaming, was unwilling to dwell on that feeling. She pulled Sister Yingchun into bed. Sister Yingchun almost cried out but managed to restrain herself. Her body, however, continued to tremble, as if recalling the fear, of being dominated by that person in the past.

Everyone knew about Liu Churan of the Wind and Moon Palace, but little was known about her true disciple, Fusang.

Even Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng, who had barely met Liu Churan’s disciple a few times, only knew that Liu Churan trusted her deeply but had little contact with her.

But what Ye Wenxin did know, was that Fusang was terrified of her. Every time they met, Fusang would tremble like a frightened rabbit, and when they first met when she was young, she even cried as if Gu Qingcheng was a ferocious beast.

Ye Wenxin opened her eyes again and sensed that Sister Yingchun looked like she was about to cry, reminding her of the almost forgotten Saintess Fusang.

Upon closer inspection, although Fusang always wore a mask, Ye Wenxin had used her authority to glimpse Fusang’s true face a few times. If she remembered correctly, Saintess Fusang seemed to have this demeanor.

“……” Ye Wenxin suddenly felt wide awake. She stared at the trembling little lamb before her, realizing she had slept with Liu Churan’s disciple.

However, why did Fusang, who had appeared so normal yesterday, suddenly seem like a different person now? Ye Wenxin immediately thought of the concept of multiple personalities, but upon consideration, she sensed something off about Fusang’s smell.

Yesterday’s wine therapy wouldn’t have washed away so quickly even after a bath, yet this person now only carried the scent of the kitchen, which seemed overly sweet. Fusang’s gaze toward her also felt off, tinged with unease as if it were their first meeting.

At that moment, Ye Wenxin immediately thought of a second possibility besides multiple personalities—twins.

In this world, where ascenscion was possible, people blindly believed in prophecies. The existence of twins were considered ominous, and once they were discovered, they would be executed.

Therefore, twins were pitifully rare. But if they were twins, it would explain why this Fusang, who should be serving as the current Saintess of the Wind and Moon Palace, had come here to become a courtesan without arousing Madam Yu’s suspicion.

If Fusang was actually two people, then everything was clear.

Ye Wenxin pondered deeply in her mind, then noticed Fusang still trembling there. She had to ask, “Miss Yingchun, are you feeling cold? You’ve been shivering.”

Fusang shook her head, suppressing her discomfort, and continued, “No, I was wondering if Miss Ye would like to have breakfast?” There was a subtle change in how she addressed Ye Wenxin.

Ye Wenxin slowly got up, and saw that breakfast had already been set on the table at some point. Thinking it was for Fusang, she declined with a shake of her head, “No, thank you. I’ll be leaving soon.”

Glancing outside, it was already dawn. Knowing Qiao Ni’s character, she would definitely come looking for Ye Wenxin at dawn. Ye Wenxin couldn’t linger at the Winter Jasmine any longer, so she slowly got up.

Fusang stepped back in fear, leaving Ye Wenxin puzzled as to why she was so afraid of the Demon Lord. Despite the Demon Lord being ruthless and quick to kill, she never targeted the elderly, weak, or disabled, nor would she harm her adopted daughter’s disciple.

But Fusang seemed to react as if she were facing a deranged person.

Did Liu Churan brainwash Fusang with nonsense, causing Fusang to become like this? Regardless, Ye Wenxin was using her alternate identity, so naturally she couldn’t ask about it. Soon, she bid farewell and left.

Fusang, relieved, sat heavily on a chair. She lifted a cup of water, only to find her hands still trembling badly. Fusang gave a bitter smile and sighed. “Ah, why can’t I get rid of this problem? Every time I see someone who looks like the Demon Lord, I just…”

“If people find out that the dignified Saintess of Wind and Moon Palace is afraid of the Demon Lord’s face… ” She sighed repeatedly, completely losing the elegance a courtesan should have. But as soon as Ye Wenxin appeared in her mind, Fusang recited scriptures to calm her fear.

She couldn’t help missing the days when she was still a nun at the Southern Dipper Temple.

……

Meanwhile, completely unaware of the consequences caused by her laziness in tweaking her face, Ye Wenxin had quickly returned to her sleeping quarters. But upon entering, she found a bulge on her bed.

Ye Wenxin sighed inwardly, thinking that Qiao Ni was truly everywhere. She briskly pulled the covers up, intending to teach Qiao Ni a lesson, only to find an entirely different figure.

The one lying on her bed was Madam Yu herself, who was still dressed. It seemed she had come in the morning to find Ye Wenxin, but she somehow ended up falling asleep here instead.