After Feigning Amnesia, My Sworn Enemy Takes Revenge Chapter 65

Cultivation is a difficult thing; not everyone is born with exceptional talent.
At least, Wu Bei wasn’t.
Aside from cultivating a youthful appearance for herself and charming others wherever she went, she had little to no other abilities.
As a rogue cultivator, she drifted through half her life, living carefree, until Yue Yuanqiu found her and gave her a home.
It’s fine, she thought. Anyway, this life has been without desires or pursuits.
Until that day, the thin jade piece tucked into her chest emitted a warm light when it touched that person.
A year later, Yue Jin brought the object of her longing, Fu Lingyi, back to Qingyuan Palace. Unexpectedly, this utterly clueless Yun Lingyue also followed. And as luck would have it, these two people captured her.
Wu Bei knew they definitely weren’t planning anything good.
Crossing her arms, Shan Shi’s expression was cold and indifferent. “So noisy. Master said not to touch her, how annoying.”
“If you ask me,” Eyin squatted beside Yun Lingyue, poking her. Yun Lingyue nearly bit her finger off. “Why don’t we tie her up, wrap her in thick quilts, and whip her with rattan? That way, it won’t leave any marks…”
“Enough, enough! Yue Jin said she left her to me. There’s nothing for you two to do here.” Wu Bei clutched her veil tightly, went over, and carried Yun Lingyue onto her back before turning and fleeing.
Shan Shi and Eyin watched her retreating figure, then turned to look at each other, sharing a meaningful smile.
Yun Lingyue’s breath puffed against her ear, rising and falling, mixed with constant angry curses. It was so noisy it made her ears ring.
“Give me back my Senior Sister! You dog demon cultivator, you dog!”
“Where did you come from? Untie me! Make those two roll over here!”
Even though she was tied with a binding rope, she was far from still. She moved and wriggled around on Wu Bei’s back, nearly causing Wu Bei to lose her grip and drop her onto the ground.
After finally getting back to her own palace chamber, she carefully placed Yun Lingyue onto the bed, then retreated back repeatedly.
“I…” Just as she spoke, she remembered she was hiding her identity. She immediately pitched her voice higher. “I… I don’t want to do anything to you. Just stay here. If you need anything, you can… you can just call a follower…”
“Bah!”
Yun Lingyue cursed loudly. When she was tired of cursing, she lay flat on her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly due to her agitated emotions.
Wu Bei didn’t dare to go out, nor did she dare to sit down. She could only stand there. And she stood for fifteen minutes.
I must make Yue Jin experience this torment too, she thought silently.
Yun Lingyue turned over. Wu Bei flinched in fright.
“Why are you shaking?” Yun Lingyue propped herself up, leaning against the bed, and looked at her with a cold sneer. “Why are you always wearing a veil? What, are you afraid to show your true face?”
“…That’s not it.”
Wu Bei replied, pulling her veil down, fearful of exposing even a bit. “I… I was born too beautiful. I’m afraid I’ll mesmerize you.”
Yun Lingyue: “…”
I’ve never met anyone so brazenly shameless.
“Nobody in this world is more beautiful than my Senior Sister…” She was about to retort, but halfway through her words, Wu Bei’s face flashed in her mind.
That child was young, but that face always gazed at her infatuatedly, faintly possessing world-toppling beauty. If she grew a bit more, she should become even more beautiful.
Unfortunately, she could never grow up again.
Thinking of this, her frustration deepened. She turned her head to the side, unwilling to look at her.
“With your face covered, you can say whatever you want. Get out of here and stop being an eyesore.”
Wu Bei felt as though she had received a pardon and was about to leave quickly when she heard the person behind her call out, “Wait, untie me first.”
“That won’t do. What if you run away…?”
The main point isn’t running away, it’s what if you charge over and kill me?
Hearing this, Yun Lingyue snorted coldly again and stopped speaking. Her eyes rolled towards the heavens, clearly indicating she wanted her to leave.
Wu Bei quickly fled, closed the door, and let out a long sigh of relief. She hadn’t even fully exhaled when two hands landed on her shoulders.
She turned her head. Shan Shi and Eyin were on either side, like vengeful gods, smiling terrifyingly.
“What are you doing?”
She had a strong premonition of ill fortune.
“Shan Shi, there’s something fun. Want to play?”
“Gladly.”
Wu Bei frantically shook her head. “You two stop! Don’t mess around!”
In the cultivation world, there is a spiritual plant called the illusionary flower. Just smelling its pollen will cause confusion about the current environment.
It’s harmless to people, merely slightly affecting their consciousness.
As for Yun Lingyue, who had added trouble and annoyance to the two of them and cursed everyone in Qingyuan Palace, they couldn’t possibly hold back without thoroughly tormenting her.
When Wu Bei was pushed back into the room in despair, all she could see was Yun Lingyue, her face flushed, swaying unsteadily, staring straight at her.
“You, you…” Wu Bei nervously retreated, backing into the corner. The two “devils” at the door had placed a restriction on it; no one would be able to get out of here all night.
“Xiao Bei?”
The person opposite her was holding onto the bedside, looking dazed and calling out an unexpected name to Wu Bei, whose entire face was covered by her veil.
It had been a long time since she had heard that name.
She actually felt a little nostalgic.
“Xiao Bei, is it you? They didn’t kill you? Did they… did they tie you up here?” Yun Lingyue staggered towards her, making her quickly check if her veil had fallen off.
My face and hair are completely covered, how could she still recognize me? Could this be the effect of the illusionary flower?
Why does this flower… seem to carry… a little, just a little…
Yun Lingyue stretched out her hands, pressed her head down, and pulled her into her embrace, as if to melt her into her body. “Xiao Bei… you’re still alive, you’re actually still alive…”
“I…” Wu Bei’s ears turned red. Her body was stiff, not daring to move.
Yun Lingyue’s tears streamed down her cheeks. She took out the strand of hair from her chest and held it up to Wu Bei. “I swore to you before that I would never let you be harmed by demon cultivators. You trusted me so much, but every time my oath failed. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Wu Bei looked at that strand of white hair, never expecting she would keep it with her all this time.
She kept it with her, always holding it close to her heart.
It was just a cruel joke, yet someone remembered it for so long.
The veil slipped from her head, revealing white hair and a tear-streaked face beneath.
Yun Lingyue raised her hand, gently wiped away her tears with her fingertip. Her expression was softer than it had ever been before. “Are you scared? Why are you crying too?”
“…I…”
“Don’t be afraid,” she stroked her hair, hugging her and comforting her. “Don’t be afraid…”
The effect of the illusionary flower gradually intensified. Yun Lingyue’s face became even more flushed, making it difficult for her to control herself.
In fact, she could barely stand steady.
Seeing her discomfort, Wu Bei helped her to the side of the bed, gently soothing her breath.
The next moment, she saw the other person flip over and pounce on her, a shadow pressing down on her head.
Is this also the effect of the illusionary flower?!
“Xiao Bei, I… I missed you so much during this time…”
I get it, I get it. But can you please get off me first?!
Yun Lingyue’s face was a flush of red. She leaned closer to her, suddenly sticking out her tongue and licking a teardrop hanging near her eye.
“Sweet. You’re sweet.”
Wu Bei was so startled she felt like dying. “I’m not sweet, I’m sour.”
“Xiao Bei…” Yun Lingyue didn’t listen to her. She leaned closer again and licked another drop.
Then, her gaze shifted downwards. Catching her off guard, she enveloped that soft spot.
“Mmph…”
The person on top of her heard her muffled cry and leaned in further, as if to press her for more sound.
“Yun…” Finally released for a moment, Wu Bei tried to stop her, but just as the name came out slightly, she was pressed down again.
This made the woman who had lingered in countless flower gardens go soft and utterly defenceless.
“You, what do you mean by this?” Seizing a gap, Wu Bei quickly pushed her away.
Weren’t we supposed to be like sisters? Who does this to a sister?
“I don’t want to lose you again, Xiao Bei.”
Yun Lingyue looked into her eyes. Her mind was unclear, the illusionary flower danced in her brain. At this moment, only desire poured forth completely.
“I truly, truly don’t want to lose you again.”
The way she said it was more sincere than any woman Wu Bei had ever met.
Her sincerity shattered Wu Bei, as if the flower had also bewildered her mind.
She lay on the bed, opening herself completely, accepting her.
However, the next day, when Wu Bei woke up, Yun Lingyue had a look as if she had seen a ghost, making Wu Bei’s heart turn cold.