Chapter Thirty-Nine
Yu Zhao’s hand holding the book slowly tightened, and her expression was a little stiff as she lowered her head to look at Bo Chi beside her.
The morning sun had just risen, and the girl had slept well. Just a moment ago, she had a spirited and bright-eyed appearance. Now, after just reciting a poem, the other party had unknowingly fallen asleep at the table, her porcelain-white face flushed, obviously treating her reading as a lullaby, helping her sleep even more soundly.
When had Yu Zhao ever seen her like this?
You should know that in the Yu Mansion, even if she was reading Buddhist scriptures that she herself found boring, Bo Chi would prop up her chin on the side, blinking her eyelashes and listening obediently, like a little kitten basking in the sun in the bright afternoon sun, nestled in its owner’s arms.
She once thought that the other party looked happy and lively, but was actually quiet in nature, a good material for writing and calligraphy.
Now it seemed…
Bo Chi wasn’t listening to the book at all!
She was just accompanying Yu Zhao.
Now that she was the cult leader, Bo Chi was not interested in her. Even if she recited poems more emotionally than scriptures, Bo Chi didn’t listen or take it to heart, and just slept happily.
Yu Zhao rarely felt frustrated, and the few times she did were all because of Bo Chi.
What made her feel even more absurd was that the big mountain blocking her and Bo Chi… was actually herself??
Yu Zhao felt a lump in her throat for a moment, and even felt at a loss.
Damn it…
Why was it so difficult to pry her own corner!
She fell into silence, and the room suddenly became quiet, which made Bo Chi, who was sleeping, feel a little uncomfortable. She rubbed her eyes and said in a daze: “Finished reading? Can I go now?”
Yu Zhao took a deep breath and said with a forced smile: “Where do you want to go?”
Bo Chi hummed: “It’s rare to come to Jiangnan, and I can’t do the task for a while, so I have to go to the street to buy some novel and interesting specialties, and pack them up and send them to Ah Zhao. She’s a young lady from a noble family, and rarely goes out. Seeing these little things, she will definitely be very happy. Maybe she will be in a good mood and no longer be angry that I hid my identity and lied to her?”
Yu Zhao: “…”
She couldn’t take it anymore.
Today, she would completely erase the existence of the ‘only daughter of the Yu Mansion’ from Bo Chi’s heart!
Even if it was another her, she couldn’t stand between her and Bo Chi!
The cult leader didn’t speak, but her whole aura suddenly changed, and her gloomy momentum made Bo Chi’s hair stand on end. Trembling, she blurted out in a timid voice:: “I’m buying specialties with my own money, not spending the demonic cult’s public funds…”
Yu Zhao had already made up her mind. Hearing this, she didn’t think much, waved her hand and wanted to send her away: “Then go.”
Bo Chi breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to leave.
The moment she went out, she thought silently in her heart – very good, the cult leader was not only ugly, fierce, cruel, but also very stingy.
Yu Zhao had no idea that she had this image in Bo Chi’s heart. On that day, she secretly sent a letter to the stand-in who remained in the Yu Mansion, and then waited for the next development.
On the day of the Spring Festival, Bo Chi got up early, changed into a vine-patterned flower cage dress, inserted a red pomegranate hairpin in her cloud-like black hair, carried a bulging and delicate purse, opened the door beautifully, and was ready to seize the last time to go out and have fun.
But as soon as she opened the door, she faced the cult leader’s face.
When going out, the cult leader still wore a mask to cover her face. Bo Chi usually couldn’t understand her thoughts and emotions, but today she strangely found that the other party seemed very happy.
Yu Zhao was indeed very happy. She handed the secret letter in her hand to Bo Chi, and tried to lower her voice, trying to maintain her usual cold and serious tone, so as not to laugh out loud and be noticed by Bo Chi: “This is a secret letter from Yi Liu.”
“Yi Liu? Yaolang?” Bo Chi took the letter, a little strange that the other party sent a letter. She wondered and glanced at the cult leader, but couldn’t see the cult leader’s intention, so she could only open the letter and read it carefully.
The words in the letter were concise, and only a few words described what had happened in Jingzhou during the days they had come to Jiangnan.
First was Yi Liu’s self-report. He had thoroughly cleaned up the branch sect. Although he couldn’t guarantee that all the spies had been killed, he thought that there were less than five left.
Secondly… it was about the ‘only daughter of the Yu Mansion’.
The leader of the martial arts alliance, Ling Zheng, had originally had an engagement with her. After driving away the demonic witch, Yu Zhao fell in love. Finally, two days ago, she discussed the wedding date with the Ling Mansion, and agreed to marry Ling Zheng at the end of next month.
Seeing this, Bo Chi almost thought she had read it wrong. She was stunned and reread it three or four times, still a little caught off guard and unable to believe it.
Yu Zhao’s eyes flickered slightly, she stepped forward softly, held Bo Chi’s shoulders with both hands, and said softly: “If you want to cry, just cry. Yu Zhao has left you, but you still have me.”
Bo Chi grabbed the letter, her mind in chaos. Hearing her say this, she subconsciously pushed her hand away: “Cult Leader, please respect yourself.”
Yu Zhao smiled, not minding her resistance, but said pityingly: “You love Yu Zhao so much, wholeheartedly, but she turned around and threw herself into Ling Zheng’s arms. It seems that she has no intention of you. Since that’s the case, why should you entangle yourself, and end up in a miserable state?”
Bo Chi frowned. Although she couldn’t figure it out, she still said firmly: “Yu Zhao must have her own ideas, and I won’t speculate on the truth from Yi Liu’s letter. When I return to Jingzhou, I will ask her myself.”
Yu Zhao raised her eyebrows. “Aren’t you afraid?” she said. “Yu Zhao must be certain you’ll return. What if she’s working with Ling Zheng to set a trap in the Yu Mansion—lying in wait to catch you like a turtle in a jar?”
Bo Chi shook her head: “Yu Zhao is not that kind of person.”
Yu Zhao was stunned, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes.
She didn’t think she was a good person, but Bo Chi trusted her more than herself.
How could such infatuation… not move people?
Yu Zhao sighed softly, the idea of taking advantage of the situation gradually dissipated, leaving only faint regret and hesitation. She coughed lightly and said awkwardly: “If, what if one day, you find out that Yu Zhao lied to you…”
Bo Chi raised her eyes in doubt: “Why did she lie to me?”
Yu Zhao thought for a while: “Because of external crises, she is not allowed to reveal everything.”
Bo Chi didn’t understand, and said blankly: “It’s for my own good?”
Yu Zhao pursed her lips and nodded slowly.
Bo Chi loosened her eyebrows and smiled: “Then I won’t blame her.”
Yu Zhao didn’t speak, was silent for a long time, and said softly: “Really?”
Bo Chi hummed, and then looked at the letter in her hand again, her eyes narrowed dangerously: “I don’t care about lying or not, I can explain it slowly later, but she shouldn’t even think about getting married.”
Yu Zhao had always planned to assassinate Ling Zheng on the wedding day, but seeing Bo Chi’s unhappy face now, her plan suddenly wavered, and even her voice was a little low: “You… what are you going to do?”
Bo Chi crumpled the letter into a ball in two or three strokes, and gritted her teeth: “I’m going to steal the bride! I want to kidnap this weak Yu Zhao and teach her a lesson myself!”
Yu Zhao herself: “emmm.”
It seemed to have backfired?
On the one hand, it was stealing the bride, and on the other hand, it was assassination…
Forget it, let Ling Zheng live for now. After all, people can be killed again, but it’s not easy to coax a wife when she’s angry.
Yu Zhao silently canceled the plan she had prepared for several years, and then went back to the room to continue writing secret letters to Yi Liu.
At this point, she didn’t want to care about Ling Zheng or other people anymore. After competing with herself for so long and still making no progress, Yu Zhao couldn’t stand this outsider feeling anymore, and would rather take a gamble.
As for whether Bo Chi would forgive her after revealing her identity, whether the spies in the cult would rise up in chaos, and when Ling Zheng planned to lead the martial arts sects to attack the demonic cult, they were no longer within Yu Zhao’s consideration.
She now only wanted to reveal everything and accept Bo Chi’s arbitrary judgment.
After thinking it through, Yu Zhao was relieved.
Thinking that today was the Spring Festival, she arranged the remaining matters, rarely relaxed her mind, and went out with Bo Chi calmly.
Bo Chi was upset by Yu Zhao, and was not as heartless as before.
After playing absentmindedly for a day, she didn’t even have the mood to scold the flower-picking thief when she caught him at night, and just waved her hand and said sadly: “Sex leads to disaster, castration is the permanent cure, castrate him.”
Flower-picking thief: “??!!”
After leaving a miserable howl and countless psychological shadows in Jiangnan, Bo Chi sat on the boat sadly.
They hurried all the way, and finally returned to Jingzhou on the day of ‘Yu Zhao’s’ wedding.
Bo Chi originally wanted to steal the bride herself, but was stopped by the cult leader.
“Your martial arts are not good, you might not come back if you go.” Yu Zhao pointed to her room and curled her lips: “It’s better to let this seat go, and I will definitely bring the bride in a wedding dress back to you intact. As for you, just change your clothes in the room and wait.”
Bo Chi had been watching her act up every day for this period of time, and at the critical moment, she didn’t believe that she would be so kind.
Yu Zhao had the illusion that she had shot herself in the foot. In the end, she had to use force to force Bo Chi to nod in tears, and watched her leave pitifully.
After the cult leader left, Bo Chi stood in place for a long time, and then walked heavily back to her room. When she opened the door, she was worried that the cult leader would go back on her word, not only not bringing Yu Zhao back, but also killing Yu Zhao because of jealousy.
When the door opened, she was shocked by the arrangement in front of her, and instantly forgot what she was thinking just now.
The decoration in the room was completely different from when she left, and it had become another wedding room.
Everywhere she looked, it was gorgeous and festive red. Window flowers and double-happiness characters characters were pasted on the walls and behind the doors, red candles were burning on the red wooden table, there was a cup of wine, and even the quilt cover on the bed was embroidered with two mandarin ducks.
This was too attentive…
The cult leader wouldn’t even be so meticulous if she got married herself, right??
Bo Chi was deeply shocked. Even though she knew it was wrong, she couldn’t help but think of the word licking dog – because she loved her, she even personally arranged the wedding room for her and others?
This was too outrageous…
Bo Chi sat in the room, thinking of her resistance to the cult leader during this period of time, and couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.
But Yu Zhao was not someone else to her after all. Bo Chi silently apologized to the cult leader in her heart, and then resolutely grabbed the bright red dress piled on the chair and hid behind the screen to change.
That’s right, she would be a demonic witch today. No matter whether Yu Zhao had difficulties or not, whether she liked her or not, she would be overbearing and force the other party!
Bo Chi was full of ambition, and when she heard the door creak open, she immediately rushed out from behind the screen.
But what appeared in front of her was not Yu Zhao, but the cult leader who had put on the ghost face mask again and was wearing a black robe.
Bo Chi blinked, strangely having a mentality that the cult leader was indeed going to do something.
She raised her head fearlessly and looked directly at the other party: “Thank you for helping us arrange the wedding room, where is Yu Zhao now?”
The cult leader chuckled, did not answer, but stepped forward, handed her a package of pastries and candied haws: “You haven’t had a good appetite these days, and you came back in a hurry today, you haven’t eaten, you’d better eat something first to fill your stomach, so you won’t be unable to hold on to the next… wedding night.”
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The author has something to say:
Before falling in love.
Yu Zhao (ambitious): Do business! Deliberately do business!
After falling in love.
Yu Zhao (giving up): What business, isn’t it better to do my wife?
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