After Feigning Amnesia, My Sworn Enemy Takes Revenge Chapter 55

Qingyuan Palace had beautiful scenery, bathed in bright, pleasant light. Large palaces lined up everywhere; even just standing outside, one could feel the refreshing comfort permeating the heart.
Delicate sunlight fell in from outside the window, like a sheet of soft cloth draped over the person leaning by the window, casting a soft glow.
Fu Lingyi’s long eyelashes were half-closed. She gazed blankly at the flowers and greenery outside the window. Knowing Yun Lingyue was truly alright, her heart finally settled. Ever since Yue Jin left yesterday, she had truly been confined to this palace room, forbidden to go anywhere.
Every day, at three designated times, someone brought food. If she didn’t eat, it would be taken away at the next scheduled time. Anything she needed, she just out to call out, and it would be provided immediately.
Regarding the restrictions around the palace room, they weren’t strong enough to truly trap her. But for the past year, she had kept herself confined in the main hall of the Chongxiang Sword Sect , constantly busy with sect matters. She had finally gotten a break, and staying here was surprisingly a little comfortable and relaxing.
If Master Yi Qing heard about this while in secluded cultivation, she would definitely be furious.
However, she couldn’t help it. After all, she was being forced.
Thinking of this, she unexpectedly couldn’t help but let the corner of her lips curve upwards slightly.
Here, she didn’t have to manage anything, didn’t have to cultivate, didn’t even have to do anything at all. Everything she wanted was brought before her.
The suppressed, tense emotions she had always carried found relief here. The chirping of birds outside the window didn’t seem annoying, but had a unique musical charm.
Except when she thought of a certain person…
After that certain person threw down harsh words yesterday, she still hadn’t come even now. She didn’t know what she was busy with.
Fu Lingyi certainly didn’t believe she had lost her memory again. Thinking about it now, that person was full of lies. Perhaps she had never lost her memory from the very beginning.
Now, she refused to admit the time they spent together and kept her confined here, unwilling to let her leave. She truly didn’t know what her intentions were.
Could it be? The hate and regret of the broken engagement back then wasn’t enough; was she planning to use other methods to humiliate her?
Fu Lingyi sighed. Her thoughts had long since drifted far away.
At this moment, Yue Jin was pacing back and forth in the main hall.
Wu Bei had long since lost her usual arrogant demeanor. She was squatting to one side, holding her head, murmuring endlessly, making Eyin’s head ache.
Wu Ju was holding a flower pot and fiddling with her spiritual plant, completely focused, seemingly unaffected by everything around her.
Shan Shi saw how listless they were and coughed twice. “Honored One, why don’t you sit down for a bit?”
“Yes, Jin’er, what are you so worried about, pacing back and forth like this?” Wu Ju didn’t look up, asking with a smile.
Yue Jin stood tall in her red robes, a section of her slender calf visible beneath the hem, tied with a bell. Her face was originally vibrant and charming, captivatingly beautiful, but her brow was tightly furrowed, her expression far from pleasant.
She lowered her gaze. Several braids were hidden within her long hair. Her earrings had been changed to a pair of golden pearls inlaid with red; they would sway slightly when she spoke. “Do you think she’s really angry?”
“No, she must be very angry. She’s angry I left without a word, angry I lied to her, angry I locked her up.” As Yue Jin spoke, she covered her face with both hands and collapsed onto the main seat. Her bells jingled. “I don’t even dare go see her…”
Seeing her like this, Eyin quickly ran forward, searching for words to comfort her. “Honored One, you needn’t worry. If that woman doesn’t comply, I’ll… I’ll use the Soul-Guarding Bell to confuse her mind! And force her to submit to you!”
“Absolutely not!” Yue Jin took her hands from her face. “You, and Shan Shi as well. The two of you, I’ve said before, without my orders, you absolutely cannot touch her. Including Yun Lingyue. Wu Bei, did you hear that?”
Wu Bei heard her name called, but remained in the same state, unwilling to respond.
Eyin curved her lips. She always smiled boldly when she was smug. “Elder Wu Bei isn’t speaking, I’m afraid she had a hard time last night.”
“What did you do?” Yue Jin looked from one face to another. “Wu Bei, you wouldn’t have…”
“I didn’t!” She reacted to that, but refused to explain no matter what. She stood up and rushed out the door.
Yue Jin was surprised by Wu Bei’s behavior. She motioned to Shan Shi, signaling her to go watch Wu Bei and make sure she didn’t bully Yun Lingyue.
Shan Shi walked out casually, reassuring Yue Jin that she would definitely complete her mission. But somehow, there was also a trace of a smile at the corner of her lips.
“So, have you solved your own problem?”
As soon as Wu Ju spoke, Yue Jin immediately forgot the strange behavior of the three subordinates. Her head drooped, unwilling to think any further.
What could she do? She had messed things up to an irreparable point. What else could she do? Should she go up and admit to Fu Lingyi, admit that leaving without a word that day had a purpose, that it was to expose Baili Xianrong sooner? Who would believe that? Moreover, if she did say it, wouldn’t Fu Lingyi just know that she had been lying to her all along? Then this messy situation wouldn’t change either.
Yue Jin let out a frustrated cry. She sat cross-legged on the main seat, looked up at the sky, talking to herself. Is she scared being there alone? Did she sleep well last night? Is she very bored?
Wu Ju cupped a handful of water and carefully watered her spiritual plant. “If you’re so worried, why don’t you go visit her?”
Before leaving the palace room yesterday, the words “have nothing to do with each other” had deeply hurt Yue Jin. She had secretly vowed to give Fu Lingyi the cold shoulder for a few days, but she secretly came back. She stopped the disciple bringing food and asked about that person’s recent situation.
The disciple reported that the person inside hadn’t eaten the food she sent, but surprisingly occasionally called her in, asking for quite a few cakes and sweet snacks from down the mountain.
Hearing this, Yue Jin felt a strong urge. She wanted to go into the palace room and peek at Fu Lingyi, but didn’t dare. She could only linger by the doorway, practically scraping the wall. She was very conflicted.
Just go in for a moment… She convinced herself, snatched the meal plate from the disciple’s hand, composed herself, and pushed the door open.
The midday light didn’t linger as long as the morning light. It streamed directly into the window, illuminating the plain shirt of the person by the window with a golden sheen, shimmering like water, peaceful and calm like ripples on water.
Fu Lingyi had tied her hair up with a silver hairpin, half-tied into a bun. Even if no one was around, she would always dress neatly.
She didn’t turn around, just said softly, “I’m not eating, take it back.”
Yue Jin was engrossed in watching, not caring what she was actually saying, only wanting to take a couple more looks, to engrave this scene into her heart.
She was looking at the scenery, while the other person was looking at her within the scenery.
Fu Lingyi sensed that the disciple bringing food hadn’t left after quite a while. So, leaning on her elbow, she glanced sideways, just about to say a few more words, but couldn’t speak.
An unexpected person appeared in her line of sight. It was as if the heavenly deities knew what she was thinking and had specially sent this person, wanting to see a good show between them.
Yue Jin saw that she had been noticed and quickly averted her gaze, not wanting her to see her foolish expression. “This Seat didn’t realize that a person as noble and pure as Fellow Daoist Fu would actually love eating sweets.”
“Whether I love eating them, would you not know?” Fu Lingyi snorted coldly. She had originally intended to speak more kindly when they met, but unintentionally retorted sharply again. But Yue Jin’s passive-aggressive tone truly made it impossible for her to be kind.
Yue Jin didn’t respond to her words, avoiding the topic. She put down the meal plate and stepped further inside.
She wanted to stay with Fu Lingyi for a bit longer, so even if she was yelled at, as long as she wasn’t hit, it didn’t matter.
The air was terrifyingly quiet.
Yue Jin didn’t know whether to stand or sit; she didn’t know where to put her hands and feet. Before she came, she had even specially touched up her makeup, her lipstick was incredibly bright, and the pearls on her ears sparkled. Facing herself in the mirror, in comparison, she still thought the bare-faced Fu Lingyi in front of her was more beautiful.
Fu Lingyi’s appearance was like an immortal maiden in a painting. If she were to dress up, it was hard to imagine how beautiful she would be. If she hadn’t left on their wedding day, would she have been able to see her charming and lovely appearance, shy enough to make the moon hide?
What a pity. Missed was missed.
She stood for a while, seeing that Fu Lingyi didn’t really want to respond to her, she deliberately provoked her again. “Fellow Daoist Fu, are you comfortable living here? Although Qingyuan Palace is what you call a demonic sect, we still maintain proper etiquette for guests. This Seat is not a heartless person.”
Fu Lingyi still ignored her, looking outside by herself, watching the little birds fly by one by one.
Yue Jin thought, She must hate me for locking her up. She wants to go out.
But she couldn’t yet. Baili Xianrong was unpredictable, and if she let her go, there was no telling what unpredictable things that person might do.
Although that was the case, keeping her confined to one room wasn’t good either.
“…This Seat is serious. If you want to go outside, it’s not impossible, but you cannot leave Qingyuan Palace.”
Only then did Fu Lingyi bother to turn her eyes to look at her, waiting for her to continue.
Yue Jin cleared her throat to make herself sound more imposing. “Even if you want to go down the mountain, you can, but This Seat must accompany you.”
“Truly, thank you for the Demon Lord’s kindness.” Fu Lingyi didn’t hear what she wanted to hear and turned her face away again. “I don’t want to go anywhere.”
“Aren’t you bored being alone?” Yue Jin misunderstood, thinking she didn’t want to go out because she didn’t want Yue Jin to accompany her. “This Seat can have Shan Shi and Eyin accompany you instead, but you cannot run around randomly.”
“It doesn’t matter. Anyway, I’m used to staying on Chongxiang Mountain. I’ve always been alone.”
As soon as she said this, it carried a hint of sadness. Although Fu Lingyi wasn’t looking at her, she was secretly paying attention to her expression. Sure enough, Yue Jin immediately took the bait. A hint of panic flashed in her eyes. She lightly bit her lower lip, organizing her thoughts in her mind.
Fu Lingyi laughed secretly in her heart. Let’s see how long you can keep up this act.
“Can your Chongxiang Sword Sect compare to my Qingyuan Palace?” Yue Jin grew anxious and even slandered A-Ling’s Chongxiang Sword Sect . “I… This Seat rebuilt the sect in Huai Jin City! The mountains here are green and the waters beautiful, the flower fragrance spreads everywhere. Even in the city, there are many visiting travelers. If you go out and see, you’re sure to feel refreshed and want to keep living here.”
Fu Lingyi replied calmly, “Not necessarily. Although the scenery at the Chongxiang Sword Sect isn’t as beautiful, there’s nothing bothersome there.”
Bothersome. Is she saying I’m the bothersome thing? Yue Jin took a deep breath. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she wouldn’t be able to suppress her emotions.
“Alright,” she said, “If you insist, This Seat won’t force you.” She finished speaking and turned to leave, not daring to reveal her reddened eyes.
“Wait,” Fu Lingyi spoke up, reached out and pointed to the meal plate. “I won’t eat that kind of meal. Don’t bring it to me anymore.”
Yue Jin pouted behind her back. Fine, don’t eat. Immortal cultivators won’t starve anyway, saving me the trouble of having disciples collect a huge pile of spiritual plants for standby, and having to instruct the cook about her taste, making vegetarian food with different variations every day.
Fu Lingyi’s fingers tapped the window railing, occasionally scratching it with her slender fingertips, making a faint scraping sound. Each sound seemed to scratch at Yue Jin’s heart. “Didn’t your disciples say,” Fu Lingyi said, “that I can have anything I want?”
Fu Lingyi pondered for a good while before saying casually, “I want to eat the food you cook yourself.”
Before, she had always been the one cooking. Now, she wanted to reverse roles and be served.