Chapter 591 514: Ji Shenyun Gave Master Many Bad Memories, So Let Yueqiu Overwrite Them

The intelligent Yueqiu understood at once. The relationship between her Master and that Junior Martial Uncle Nangong seemed far more complex than she had imagined.

She said softly, "I understand, Master...

But, really, I don't think it's a big deal if you accept Junior Martial Uncle Nangong. All that matters is your happiness," she muttered.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing!"

Qing Yueqiu shook her head repeatedly, reaching a hand back to protect her slightly reddened backside, lest she suffer the sect's disciplinary punishment again.

The master and disciple bantered for a little longer before finally getting down to business.

"Yueqiu, when you went to Yama Hall, did you see your grandmaster?"

Qing Yueqiu's expression froze. She didn't seem to expect her Master to have guessed it so directly.

"Master, I..."

Pei Yuhang raised a hand to her cheek, his thumb gently wiping away the fine beads of sweat on her temple.

"It's alright, Yueqiu, you don't have to say anything more. Since that old man has secrets he needs to keep, I won't press the matter...

All I need to know is that you were safe and sound during this time. That's enough."

"Mmm..."

Hearing Pei Yuhang's gentle whispers, Qing Yueqiu buried her face in her Master's chest, nuzzling him softly like a fledgling returning to its nest.

Afterward, she took the initiative to recount what she had seen and heard on her journey after leaving the Dao Sect—about being a doctor in a mountain village, treating illnesses, and the local customs she learned.

As Pei Yuhang listened to Qing Yueqiu share her views on the various facets of life, a sense of gratification bloomed in his heart. 'My disciple has finally grown up.'

'Perhaps... it was a good thing for her to leave my side and travel so far this time.'

"Master, how have you been since I left?"

After recounting her own experiences, Qing Yueqiu naturally wanted to hear how her Master had been faring.

However, when Pei Yuhang heard this question, a flicker of gloom couldn't help but cross his eyes.

After Yueqiu left, he had not been well...

Especially on the day she departed.

After learning of his Dao Companion's dark past, he had been grief-stricken and wanted to seek comfort from Yueqiu. Instead, in a daze, something that shouldn't have happened... happened with Xiaoxuan...

Afterward, he was exhausted from caring for his Dao Companion's eye ailment. At the same time, Xiaoxuan would seek him out for pleasure from time to time, further adding to his moral burden.

He had planned to wait until Liyuan recovered to lay everything bare and talk with her... but he never expected that woman, Ji Shenyun, to launch a surprise attack on the Dao Sect.

And then, he was captured and reduced to being the Empress's private male servant.

These matters... Pei Yuhang was too ashamed to share any of them with Yueqiu...

In the end, Pei Yuhang forced a smile and said softly,

"Yueqiu, after you left, I missed you very much...

As for my life, it was as peaceful as ever, just a little less lively."

Under the moonlight, Qing Yueqiu's porcelain-white skin was almost translucent. She looked at Pei Yuhang intently, then suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him.

"Master, you're lying to me, aren't you?"

"You haven't been well... I can feel it. Your heart isn't happy, Master."

Pei Yuhang didn't argue, merely stroking the young woman's back, her skin as smooth as milk.

Qing Yueqiu knew she had hit the mark and was immediately filled with sorrow.

But no matter what she imagined, she would never have guessed the source was her own master's wife.

Nor would she have guessed that after she left, Shang Miaoyan had taken advantage of her Master's vulnerability while he couldn't find her, slipping in and successfully having her way with him.

She attributed all the blame to one woman.

Ji Shenyun!

Qing Yueqiu had deliberately not mentioned her Master's capture by Ji Shenyun, wanting to spare his feelings.

In truth, when she reunited with Pei Yuhang and saw that he was physically unharmed, and that his aura and the Yin Yang Qi within him had grown even stronger, she understood everything.

'What did Ji Shenyun do after capturing my Master...?'

'She didn't torture him... That doesn't mean Ji Shenyun was merciful. It only means she used even more despicable methods to humiliate him, and by extension, humiliate me!'

'Master was captured by Ji Shenyun for so long. He must have been forced to eat so much of that disgusting seafood...'

'That's why he found it so hard to answer when I asked him how he's been.'

Qing Yueqiu let out a quiet sigh.

She gently hugged Pei Yuhang and said softly, "Master, your disciple will never look down on you...

That woman, Ji Shenyun, she must have given you so many terrible memories... Let Yueqiu overwrite the feelings she gave you, alright?"

Pei Yuhang was slightly taken aback, feeling that his disciple had misunderstood something.

But the young woman was already kissing him, so he decided not to overthink it.

Feeling the passion of his first disciple, Pei Yuhang thought to himself:

'Looks like I won't be getting any sleep tonight.'

...

...

In the early morning, a cool breeze wafted in through the screen window as Nangong Jin slowly opened her eyes.

She looked unwell. Her phoenix eyes, usually so cold and clear, were now dim and lifeless, and the corners were faintly red, a clear sign of a sleepless night.

She propped herself up. Her plain white nightgown hung loosely on her shoulders, revealing a section of her slender neck.

Strands of her black hair were scattered messily on the pillow, with a few clinging to her temples, damp with a cold sweat.

'I'm getting worse and worse... To think I had that kind of... indecent nightmare about Brother Pei and Yueqiu.'

'If Brother Pei knew I was sullying the pure master-disciple relationship between him and his student like this behind his back, he would surely despise me...'

Nangong Jin's heart ached with guilt and distress.

She felt she had wronged Brother Pei, tarnishing his noble image...

She had repeatedly told herself that it was perfectly normal for Brother Pei and Qing Yueqiu to spend the night in the same room...

But when she was actually lying alone and lonely in bed, her mind would still conjure up... all sorts of terrible fantasies about Brother Pei.

And in the end, she had that nightmare.

If Brother Pei were to find out what she had dreamed, Nangong Jin felt she would never be worthy of seeing him again for the rest of her life.

Nangong Jin covered her beautiful face with her hands in anguish, murmuring:

'Is this what it feels like for the seven passions and six desires to return...? It's so painful.'

Although this former Cold Fairy felt sorrowful over her now-sullied thoughts,

it was almost time for breakfast with Brother Pei. So, she quickly pulled herself together, resolving to bury everything from last night deep in her heart.

After quickly washing up, Nangong Jin gently pushed open her door.

Just then, the wooden door to Brother Pei's room next door also opened.

A beautiful young woman with silver hair, red eyes, and a graceful figure appeared before her.

Nangong Jin wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she felt that today's Yueqiu was even more beautiful than last night.

Her red eyes shimmered like water, her lips were luscious and alluring, and her snow-white, delicate skin was as tender and tempting as a meticulously nourished flower petal.

Her entire being exuded an indescribable, seductive charm...

It was a kind of beauty she had occasionally seen in Ji Shenyun before.

Back then, when Ji Shenyun had noticed the confusion in her eyes, she had simply smiled meaningfully and said, "My Cultivation has broken through, so naturally, I feel refreshed."

'So, is Qing Yueqiu in such a good state now because her Cultivation has broken through as well?'

"Junior Martial Uncle Nangong, good morning~"

Seeing Nangong Jin standing dazedly before her, Qing Yueqiu greeted her with a smile.

She had a good impression of this somewhat airheaded Cold Junior Martial Uncle.

The young woman's voice was clear and pleasant. Nangong Jin nodded and returned the morning greeting.

Then she saw Qing Yueqiu tilt her head, her silver hair cascading over her shoulder like flowing water.

"Junior Martial Uncle Nangong, did we disturb you last night? After all... I was quite emotional after reuniting with Master, so our voices might have been a little loud while we were talking during the night.

It would be bad if the inn's soundproofing wasn't good and we affected your rest."

Soundproofing...

Hearing that word, Nangong Jin's mind couldn't help but drift back to last night's indecent, chaotic dream.

In the dream, she had been pressed against the wall, eavesdropping on the secret, sweet nothings from next door. In the end, possessed by some devil, she had even chiseled a small hole to peek at...

Realizing that the young woman before her was the female protagonist of her indecent dream from last night, Nangong Jin's heart couldn't help but beat a little faster.

But her expression remained as calm as still water. She just shook her head repeatedly, her voice cool as she said, "No."

"That's good~"

Qing Yueqiu gently exhaled a breath as fragrant as an orchid, then turned and gracefully walked toward the stairs.

"Junior Martial Uncle Nangong, let's go down for breakfast. Master has already bought it.

I heard Liuzhou's specialty mutton stew with flatbread and savory pies are delicious, so Master bought some extra."

"...Alright."

Nangong Jin stood rooted to the spot, watching the silver-haired young woman's back as she gradually walked away. The fingers hidden in her sleeves slowly unclenched, her palms already sticky with fragrant sweat.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the turbulent emotions surging in her heart, and stepped forward to follow.