The fairy's inner demons are amazing!

Chapter 26 Foster Mother

"Hmm? What happened to my second brother... Wait, isn't this the guard from my second brother's courtyard? I've seen him a few times. How did he get dead?"

Seeing Ye Jingxuan leave in anger, Ye Wenjing blinked, looking confused. He turned around, saw the corpse on the ground, and feigned surprise, then looked at Ye Yin.

Ye Yin raised an eyebrow. Because his elder brother Ye Wenjing was adopted, he always pretended to be a wise and virtuous older brother in front of others. He was kind and humble, and seemed gentle and refined. But in reality, this was all an act. The few clansmen who knew him were unwilling to have much interaction with him.

Ye Yin even felt that this older brother, who always seemed to be smiling on the surface, was probably even more ruthless than Ye Jingxuan behind the scenes, and was definitely a venomous snake hiding in the grass waiting for its chance to strike.

She said calmly, "This man drew his sword to stab me, but I killed him."

"So that's how it is... Such treacherous people deserve to die!" Ye Wenjing frowned upon hearing this, then beckoned for people to come and collect the bodies.

But he was secretly overjoyed.

Go ahead and fight, fight as much as you want, I'll just sit back and watch from the sidelines and reap the benefits!

After Ye Yin clasped his hands in farewell, he led Ning Xiuyang back to the square.

However, Ning Xiuyang was extremely shocked at this moment. Before leaving, he took a deep look at the young master of the Ye family.

Just as Ye Wenjing arrived, a trace of his inner demon mark was absorbed by the Myriad Manifestations Mirror between his brows.

Upon arriving at the square, Ye Yin instructed his disciples to practice martial arts.

Meanwhile, Ning Xiuyang practiced his stance training on the side, while also diverting a wisp of his consciousness into the Myriad Manifestations Mirror.

A ball of light swirled within the treasure mirror, and as consciousness invaded, the information within instantly flooded into the mind.

It was on a small bridge in the lake, with carved beams and painted rafters on the shore. A light drizzle was falling from the sky. There was a large tree with apricot-yellow leaves on the bank by the bridge, and the vermilion railing extended along the small bridge toward the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

On the small bridge, a graceful woman, whose slender back could only be seen, strolled by, holding a crimson paper umbrella. She wore a long white and red dress, and from behind, one could vaguely see the fullness of her hips beneath. A wide black and red belt cinched her slender waist, making her figure even more alluring and her curves full and rounded. Red ribbons hung from her arms, adding to her air of elegance and nobility. Her long hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, with only a single lock draped over her smooth, white back, fluttering in the wind, its red ribbon dancing with the breeze, adding a touch of naturalness and spontaneity.

This is a still image.

It's impossible to tell the woman's identity from just her back view, but judging from her elegant and luxurious demeanor, she is clearly of high status.

Besides this frozen image, there is other information within the ball of light.

A wisp of fragrance wafted out from it, and Ning Xiuyang could clearly smell the faint scent of osmanthus. This fragrance was not just a simple scent, but also carried an indescribable sense of awe. Even though it was Ye Wenjing's inner demon, he was still affected by it and a feeling of awe arose in his heart almost subconsciously.

Quickly dispelling the aura, Ning Xiuyang looked into the ball of light again. There, he saw a fragmented image: Ye Wenjing was intently painting in his study. The windows were closed, with only a single lamp lit. Under the lamplight, Ye Wenjing sketched a beautiful woman on the paper. After finishing the features, he rested his chin on his hand, gazing intently at the painting for a long time, his face showing a melancholic and wistful expression. Then he wrote a poem on it: "If I could share my soul with you, I would dare to abandon my future in the martial world." After finishing, he held the painting, went to the bed, and they fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, for some unknown reason, he used a black pen to completely erase the woman's features in the painting, smearing them into a mess. He also erased the poem, throwing it away with a hint of regret in his eyes.

This scene of time and time repeated more than ten times, almost each time with the same environment and the same actions, only the poems written were different each time.

Though separated by vast distances, our rank and status are forever intertwined, and I sow the seeds of longing that break my heart; though the Thunder Pool may be a thousand fathoms deep, I dare to brave frost and snow to uphold our enduring love.

"The vermilion gates are locked, the moon hangs lonely, a secret promise of love transcends the smooth road; I'd rather bear the world's thousand curses than betray the tenderness beneath my brow."

A lone boat adrift in autumn rain, two hearts chilled; worldly gossip forces gray our temples. If only we could meet again in the next life, we would not be bound by the forbidden bonds of this mortal world.

"..."

After seeing the poems in the picture, which were almost always different but had the same meaning, and the faces that had been erased, Ning Xiuyang was greatly surprised.

The portrait of the woman had been painted by Ip Man-ching a thousand times, and his brushstrokes were divine. After careful examination and combining it with the poems left on each painting, Ning Xiu-yang had a vague guess in his mind.

The woman in that painting is probably no stranger.

She's most likely the wife of the master of Shenjian Villa, Ye Wenjing's adoptive mother, Liu Qingmei!

No, Ip Manjing, as a human being, cannot... or at least shouldn't?

It's hard to imagine that this young master, Ye Wenjing, is also a passionate lover, harboring a forbidden love in his heart, and even willing to give up his future for it.

However, judging from the information revealed in this inner demon mark, this should still be just his wishful thinking and unrequited love.

With a thought, Ning Xiuyang felt his internal energy and blood dissipate slightly, and the ball of light changed to [Refining...].

"What kind of expression is that?"

After instructing her disciples, Ye Yin came to Ning Xiuyang. Seeing his strange expression, she frowned and asked him a question.

Ning Xiuyang paused for a moment, then stopped practicing his stance and gestured for Ye Yin to follow him to a secluded spot.

A flicker of panic crossed Ye Yin's expression. Thinking of the gazes of the Divine Sword Manor disciples behind her, she wondered if this bastard was...

But after pursing her lips, she still followed closely behind.

"What is it?" Ye Yin was flustered, but a thrill of excitement was hidden in her heart. She deliberately kept a straight face and her almond-shaped eyes kept turning around, as if she was looking for a suitable place around the square. But all she could see were places with a wide view. If she went here... she would definitely be discovered by the disciples, right?

Ye Yin felt uneasy, and her face gradually turned red. To others, it was just that she had been instructing her disciple and her blood was surging, but only she knew what she was nervous about at that moment.

Ning Xiuyang said, "Tell me about the background of the First Madam."

He wanted to see if the demonic mark in Ye Wenjing's mind could bring him any additional benefits besides what he could refine.

"Not here... Ah? Auntie?" Ye Yin blurted out almost instinctively, but immediately realized something was wrong and stopped herself. Her almond-shaped eyes stared at Ning Xiuyang with a strange expression, and her face flushed as she scolded, "You rascal, why are you suddenly asking about her!"

"Hmph, could it be that you've heard rumors that this old lady is as beautiful as a fairy, beyond compare, and that's why you, you filthy thing, have gotten the idea?"