After Feigning Amnesia, My Sworn Enemy Takes Revenge Chapter 43

Fu Lingyi was unhappy.
She was truly unhappy in this state, sitting by the table, not touching the tea that had gone cold, her face set sternly, not even looking at Yue Jin.
Yue Jin chuckled sheepishly, trying hard to please: “Lingyi…”
“No.”
“But I already promised to take care of this child. Look how well-behaved she is.” She quickly pushed the little girl forward, placing her in front of Fu Lingyi.
The little girl glanced at her, then turned back and grinned at Fu Lingyi.
“Come, tell this Sister your name.” Yue Jin reassured her not to be afraid, urging her to be brave and speak.
“Tao Lan,” the girl finished timidly, waiting for Fu Lingyi’s reaction.
Fu Lingyi glanced at her, then glanced at Yue Jin.
“When I say no, I mean no. She’s only ten. You can barely take care of yourself, how can you look after her? The Chongxiang Sword Sect has many disciples, and if that’s not enough, there are plenty of good families in Lin’an City. I can send someone to take her to choose, until she finds a place she likes.”
Tao Lan’s hopeful expression immediately fell. Large tear drops welled up in her eyes, on the verge of falling, looking very wronged.
“Don’t cry, hold it in,” Yue Jin fumbled, first comforting her, then hurriedly pleading with Fu Lingyi, “Lingyi… please? Look how pitiful she is. Besides, even if I can’t do it, won’t you be here?”
Tao Lan, eyes brimming with tears, walked over and tugged at Fu Lingyi’s sleeve. The child’s small face was slightly thin, her eyes large, filled with pleading.
Fu Lingyi’s firm expression softened slightly.
The most important thing is, raising a child together with Yue Jin?
“I…”
“You’re the best, Lingyi,” Yue Jin didn’t hear the answer, but just because of that moment of hesitation, she started cheering. She took Tao Lan, and the two of them went up together, holding onto Fu Lingyi’s arm. “You’re the best, the best! Can she live in our courtyard? Can she, please?”
“I haven’t said yes yet…”
“Sister, Sister is the best.” Tao Lan buried her head in her clothes, rubbed her face against them, and whispered a sentence.
“Mm-hmm,” Yue Jin also copied her, “Sister is the best.”
Hearing that “Sister” made Fu Lingyi lower her eyes, her heart softening. She said, “Then… if you can’t look after her properly, you must send her to live with other disciples.”
Both agreed at the same time.
Not even half a day later, Fu Lingyi regretted it.
She took Yue Jin down the mountain. Yue Jin insisted on bringing Tao Lan, and the final result was the two of them happily strolling along while she followed beside them, silently feeling resentful.
Fu Lingyi closed her eyes briefly, cautioning herself not to be jealous of a child.
“Tao Lan! Anything you want today, I’m treating!”
Yue Jin put her hands on her hips, pointing at the vendors in Lin’an City, letting her choose freely. Then she turned and secretly whispered to Fu Lingyi, “You pay.”
Tao Lan was dazzled by the choices. She was quite sensible and insisted on only choosing one thing.
“Sugar figurine, Sister Yue, a sugar figurine!”
There was a beautiful female vendor whose hands were nimble and skillful. Many people were buying sugar figurines from her, and there was a long line.
“Okay.” Yue Jin saw Tao Lan run ahead and was about to follow, but seeing Fu Lingyi still standing behind in a daze, she went and pulled her hand: “Come on, why are you spacing out?”
Fu Lingyi came back to her senses: “Nothing.”
“You’re not angry, are you?” Yue Jin bent down and tilted her head to look at her expression. “You’re not sulking because you feel left out, are you?”
“Absolutely not.”
She made a “tsk tsk” sound and gestured: “Competing even with a child, Fu Lingyi, your heart is really that small, it can’t hold anything.”
“Who said it can’t hold anything?” Fu Lingyi grabbed her restless hand and looked into her eyes. “No matter how small, a heart can still hold one person.”
Yue Jin’s heart sped up. She opened her mouth and heard herself ask, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz: “Who?”
Fu Lingyi gave a strong tug, pulling her closer, her gaze unwavering: “You don’t know? It’s…”
“Sister, Sister Yue, Sister Fu!” Seeing they hadn’t come over for a while, Tao Lan waved to signal them.
Yue Jin swallowed, called out, “Coming!” and waited for Fu Lingyi’s unfinished words.
Unexpectedly, Fu Lingyi just let go of her, a half-smile on her lips, not intending to say anything more.
“Come on, now you’re the one spacing out?”
The sugar figurines the female vendor molded were incredibly lifelike and vivid. The children gathered around, watching her mold them one by one, dressing them in pink and flowered clothes, and sticking them onto a board on the side.
Tao Lan watched carefully, her eyes sparkling.
“Buy one, little girl,” the pretty vendor stirred the sugar paste. “Since you like them so much, I’ll give you a discount. What kind do you like?”
Yue Jin squatted down to look, finding it no different from the sugar figurine stalls in her childhood memories; it was still the same styles.
Tao Lan hesitated: “Hmm… I want, I want blue.”
Chongxiang Sword Sect disciples wore light blue robes. Perhaps this attire was deeply imprinted in her heart, so she wanted a small sugar figurine with a light blue outer robe, looking like an immortal. After getting it, she held it up high, making the surrounding children incredibly envious.
“Then I’ll take a cyan one and a red one,” Fu Lingyi said. She wanted to buy too, and she wanted two at once.
Yue Jin: “Why buy so many? You buy them but don’t eat them.”
Fu Lingyi held them in her hand, holding them up to Yue Jin’s face one by one, her eyes full of smiles: “I’ll take them back and display them every day.”
Yue Jin was puzzled: “Cyan, red, is there any meaning to this?”
Before she could explain, Tao Lan leaned over and pointed at the two little sugar figurines: “The cyan one is Sister Fu! The red one, the red one is…”
“Who is the red one?”
Fu Lingyi stared at Yue Jin, watching to see if she would understand.
Unexpectedly, Yue Jin just thought for a moment, then turned to the female vendor and said, “I want a sugar figurine too.”
Fu Lingyi felt a bit disappointed. It seemed she hadn’t understood her meaning at all.
The vendor nodded: “What style would the customer like?”
“I want a cyan one too. Sister, your hands are skillful, can you make it the way I describe?”
“Look!” After a while, Yue Jin held up her new little sugar figurine and said to them, “My little person has its hands behind its back and a fake smile. This is the real Fu Lingyi. Those two of hers don’t have the same spirit as mine.”
Fu Lingyi sighed. Looking at her expression, she could only smile. “Nonsense. I don’t have a fake smile every day, do I? A lot of the time, it’s genuine.”
Tao Lan looked at the sugar figurine in her hand, unable to resist any longer. She took a bite, then gently licked the sugar coating, melting it.
Yue Jin was also a little curious about the taste.
She had never taken a single bite of that purple sugar figurine from her childhood memories. Later, though she didn’t care about this taste, thinking about it now, it was actually a regret.
But now, this feeling was right before her eyes.
She opened her mouth and bit off the arm of the little “Fu Lingyi”. A strong fragrance spread in her mouth, with a hint of cloying sweetness.
It was just okay, not as good as candied hawthorns.
“Ah, you ate me,” Fu Lingyi frowned, staring at the sugar figurine in her hand, looking truly regretful. “I thought since you made one of me so seriously, you wouldn’t bear to eat it.”
“Want to try the taste? Do you want to try some too?”
Yue Jin handed the sugar figurine in her hand over, offering it to her mouth.
Fu Lingyi looked at the spot she had bitten, her eyes darkening deeply.
Immediately, she leaned in, and using Yue Jin’s hand, bit off a small piece from the spot she had bitten.
“Sweet,” Fu Lingyi licked her lower lip, lightly covering the lower half of her face with her hand, looking quite secretive and meaningful, her gaze still fixed directly on her.
“Right? I also think it’s too sweet. Maybe it’s because I’ve eaten too many good things, so this kind of sugar figurine isn’t much.” Yue Jin smiled. She didn’t understand the other’s hint at all, just focused on evaluating the taste.
Fu Lingyi straightened her face, gave a cold hmph, and ignored her.
“What’s wrong? Angry again?”
“I was praising your cooking! You cook so well that other food tastes bland to me.”
“Hahaha, of course I’m not saying this sugar figurine isn’t tasty. This little sugar figurine is like you; you’re sweet, and it’s sweet. I like it very much.”
The more Yue Jin tried to explain, the less clear it became. She simply popped the sugar figurine into her mouth in two bites, chewing with loud crunching sounds: “Mmm, delicious!”
Fu Lingyi turned her head and shot her a glance.
“I’ve realized now, you’re not a stone spirit.”
“What?”
“You’re a wood spirit. Your original form must be a piece of wood.”
“Let’s go, Tao Lan,” Fu Lingyi went over and took Tao Lan’s hand, pulling her towards the other side of the street. “Let’s go, don’t pay attention to her. If we stay with a piece of wood for too long, we’ll turn into wood too.”
Tao Lan lifted her innocent little face: “Sister Fu, did Sister Yue turn into wood?”
“Yes, a thousand-year dead tree that will never blossom.”
Yue Jin was left standing alone in place, unable to figure out what was happening.
The clouds glowed, and under the heavens, there was complete peace and harmony.
Those two had indeed walked far away, truly without a single stop. Yue Jin tried to move forward but was blocked by several passersby, unable to catch up.
They really didn’t wait for me…
The crowd surged and moved. Even if someone bumped her, she couldn’t tell who did it.
But when someone bumped her several times, she knew exactly who it was.
Yue Jin grabbed the person’s collar and dragged them out of the crowd. “That was on purpose, wasn’t it? Are you tired of living…”
Before she finished speaking, she saw the person’s face first.
“Fellow Daoist, it’s me,” Song Yin said, holding a purple disk and refusing to let go, allowing Yue Jin to drag her. “Hey, hey, you’re choking me!”
“I hadn’t even gone to find you yet, and you just popped out yourself.”
Yue Jin didn’t intend to let go. She pulled the person closer, right in front of her eyes, and glared fiercely at her. “Speak! Who are you? You can even manipulate magic artifacts like that. You’re not simple.”
Song Yin gave a bitter smile: “Fellow Daoist, how can you be like this? I’ve helped you twice, at least. Instead of thanking me, you question me. That’s really too unfeeling!”
“Stop trying to be friendly, speak quickly!”
“I’ll speak, of course, I’ll speak quickly, I’ll choose the short version,” Song Yin said, shaking the Heaven’s Mystery Disk twice. The spheres inside clicked together, orbiting each other. “Firstly…”
“Firstly, I know you are the Qingyuan Palace Master. Secondly, the next sect Baili Xianrong is planning to target is the Yaoguang Pavilion. She will emerge from seclusion in a month to carry out a massacre. Furthermore, Fu Lingyi’s strength is no match for her. If you still can’t recover your cultivation, no one will be her opponent.”
“How was that? Was it clear, short, and easy to understand?”
Yue Jin: “…”
“How do you know so much?”
“Since you knew everything, why didn’t you say something earlier?!”