Chapter 34: His True Face

That day, the husband who had recovered his youth hugged his wife and cried: "Why are you so stupid? You silly girl, you gave all your lifespan to me, what should you do?"

Yuan Niang comforted him: "It doesn't matter, I'm just a little older. I am a demon, I still have cultivation to support me, I won't die. Look, isn't it good now? We can continue to be together."

Just like that, they continued to live as an old wife and young husband, opening a small shop, selling wine for a living, simple and happy.

Lin Qingyue asked her: "Is it really just like this?"

Yuan Niang said: "Didn't you see it too? Although I am a demon, I am law-abiding, and I have never even done anything like short-changing. So, I don't understand why your Xuanjing Division is looking for me. Does a demon not even deserve the qualification to live a normal life?"

Lin Qingyue said: "If it were really as you said, the Xuanjing Division would naturally not trouble you. But..."

She took out a handkerchief, unfolded it, and revealed a Mayfly Silk that had lost its vitality.

"This is something from you, right? The infected person has died, and this was taken out of his head. What explanation do you have for this?"

Yuan Niang looked and looked, and finally nodded: "This is Mayfly Silk, but..."

She seemed to have thought of something, paused, and then said: "Mayfly Silk is changed from my hair, and after becoming an adult, it will try hard to survive by parasitism. This might just be an accident, I will definitely pay attention in the future, and guarantee that similar things will not happen again."

Lin Qingyue raised her eyebrows: "Is that so? But this is not an isolated case, conservatively estimated that the number of infected people is at least over five hundred. And it also includes royal nobles. In this case, do you still think it's an accident?"

Her pitch-black, smiling eyes seemed to have seen through everything when examining Yuan Niang.

"If it's not an accident, then it's deliberate. Besides you, who else in this world can manipulate Mayfly Silk?"

Yuan Niang was silent.

Lin Qingyue asked: "Are you still going to hide it for him? Or, take the blame for him?"

Yuan Niang said helplessly: "He should also be doing it for me. We didn't want to harm anyone, we just wanted to be together plainly. But over the years, no matter where we go, people nearby show surprised eyes as soon as they hear that A Heng and I are husband and wife."

"Discussing behind our backs is not even worth mentioning, there are also some gossiping women who deliberately chew their tongues in front of us in front of our shop."

"The world is really unfair to women, men are eighty, concubines are eighteen, they say this is a pear blossom tree pressing a begonia. But the other way around, it makes people point fingers, as if we have done something heinous."

"Actually, I didn't care at first, but when I heard those words too much, I always felt sad in my heart. Whenever I was sad, A Heng would coax me to be happy. He asked me many times if there was any way to help me restore my youth. He said he didn't want to see the lonely look in my eyes when I was sad."

"So, even if he really did something wrong, I wouldn't blame him, and I wouldn't allow anyone to hurt him."

When saying this, the withered old woman was full of murderous intent.

There was no wind in the carriage, but her silver hair moved without wind, and every strand was her weapon.

"Deputy Envoy Lin, I don't want to be an enemy of your Xuanjing Division. If you can show mercy, I am willing to leave the capital with my husband and live in seclusion in the mountains. If you must force us to death, then I can only fight to the death."

Lin Qingyue finished the tea in her cup calmly and said: "Don't worry, I don't want to fight you to the death."

Yuan Niang restrained her murderous intent slightly: "So, Deputy Envoy Lin is willing to let our couple go?"

Lin Qingyue nodded: "Of course I am willing. But my willingness is useless, it also depends on whether your husband is willing to live in seclusion with you—we're here, I'll take you to see a good show."

The carriage stopped, Lin Qingyue got off first, and then made a "please" gesture: "Get off the carriage."

Yuan Niang got off the carriage and looked around, only to see an extremely elegant manor in front of her. Vermilion lacquer gold-nailed beast-head gates stood majestically.

There were also two majestic stone lions standing on both sides of the gate.

Just from the scale of the gate, one knew the owner was either rich or noble.

Yuan Niang was strange: "This is not the Xuanjing Division?"

Lin Qingyue said: "Naturally it's not the Xuanjing Division, didn't I say at the beginning that I would take you to see your husband?"

"Why is he here?" Yuan Niang remembered, "Right, he came out to deliver wine early this morning. Could this family be the big customer who ordered wine? But so much time has passed, why is A Heng still inside?"

"Rather than guessing, why don't you come with me to see, I am also curious what kind of man is worth you giving up your youthful appearance and being willing to live plainly."

At this moment, in this luxurious manor, A Heng was lying in the arms of a young woman, eating exquisite pastries, while his hand was wandering wantonly in front of the woman's chest.

The woman's clothes were half-exposed, her eyes were blurred, and she let out a delicate moan: "Young master, you are so annoying, where are you touching!"

A Heng laughed frivolously: "Why, can't take it anymore? Where on your body haven't I touched?"

A Heng took a sip of peach blossom wine, held it in his mouth, and passed it into the beauty's mouth, asking: "My beauty, how does it taste?"

The beauty nodded: "Delicious."

A Heng wiped the corner of his mouth and stood up: "You drink first, I'll come back when I have time."

The beauty pulled his sleeve reluctantly: "When will you drive that old woman away? With those wrinkles all over her face, don't you feel disgusted looking at her?"

A Heng was silent for a moment and said: "The time is not yet ripe."

The beauty didn't understand: "Then when will it be ripe? I really don't understand, you have such a good manor and don't live in it, but you have to follow that old woman to sell wine? You can't even wear good clothes, and you have to be ordered around by her to work, isn't this looking for trouble for yourself?"

A Heng said: "I keep her, of course, because she has greater use. What is a moment of glory and wealth? What I want is far beyond what you can imagine!"

The beauty threw herself into his arms and said delicately: "This concubine doesn't understand, young master, tell me~"

A Heng pinched her chin and laughed loudly: "Just wait a little longer, you will know soon."

After saying that, he tidied his clothes and walked out quickly. Wherever he passed, servants knelt and sent him off. Even though he was still wearing coarse cloth, he was full of momentum.

On the high roof, Yuan Niang's face turned pale, her brain buzzed, and she watched blankly as the man walked out of the manor gate and got into the simple donkey cart he used for daily deliveries. ===== CHAPTER 35 =====