After Feigning Amnesia, My Sworn Enemy Takes Revenge Chapter 68

Yue Jin and Fu Lingyi’s Daily Life (Part 1) [Extra]
Yue Jin sat on the main seat in the great hall of Qingyuan Palace, her elbows propped on her hands, a solemn expression on her face.
“Recently, have you felt Fu Lingyi is very strange?”
The Evil Envoy yawned. She wasn’t standing straight either, leaning against the wall, listening without the slightest interest. “Same as usual,” she said, “still so smug. It’s annoying just looking at her.”
“No, no,” Yue Jin shook her head. This time her mind was so filled with bad thoughts that she actually didn’t stop the Evil Envoy’s spiteful words. “Since yesterday,” she continued, “as long as I approach her, she moves far away from me. She won’t even let me touch her, and she avoids talking to me. It’s like I’m some kind of malevolent spirit…”
“Also, last night, she actually wanted to sleep in separate beds!”
Hearing this, Wu Ju burst out laughing, and covered it up with a cough.
“I, I,” the Benevolent Envoy volunteered, “I can sleep with you, Venerable One!”
As the Benevolent Envoy spoke, she found an opening, not letting go of any chance. The Evil Envoy made a move as if to fight her.
“Quiet, everyone quiet!”
Yue Jin watched the chaos unfolding everywhere, so annoyed she couldn’t think. She could only mess up her hair randomly, her mood having plummeted to rock bottom.
Not a single person listened to her.
This bunch of people were completely unreliable; they couldn’t even offer a slightly useful suggestion. Yue Jin felt completely speechless.
Thinking of this, her eyes shifted. She threw on an outer robe and rushed out the door, heading straight for Nanyang Prefecture.
Beyond the mundane world, within the Cloud Mountains of Chongxiang Sword Sect , lay a scene of leisurely beauty.
Huo Xing, as a newly-entered outer disciple, was diligently cultivating when she was grabbed around the shoulders by a pair of snow-white arms, and a crisp female voice asked in her ear: “Little sister, where is your Sect Leader?”
Her face instantly turned red.
Seeing the Sect Leader was equivalent to seeing Wu Bei. That person was now so tormented by Yun Lingyue that she didn’t say much, sitting obediently to the side and responding to everything said.
The three of them exchanged glances. Yun Lingyue thought for a moment and suggested: “Did you do something bad that made Senior Sister angry?”
Yue Jin was about to refute, but she herself wasn’t quite sure, feeling very guilty. “Me? How could I?” she stammered. “I didn’t do anything! Recently, I certainly haven’t gone down the mountain without her, nor have I chatted carelessly with the Qingyuan Palace disciples…”
Yun Lingyue raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“…Of course!”
She leaned back helplessly against the chair back. Her interest piqued, she raised a hand to stroke the hair of the person next to her, scaring Wu Bei into a start.
“It seems you’ve done quite a few bad things before…”
While saying this, the corners of her lips curved up slightly, feeling very happy. “Still, my Xiao Bei is good,” she said, “she never does things that make me worry, isn’t that right?”
Wu Bei looked at Yue Jin for help, but hearing this, she quickly turned to face Yun Lingyue, nodding desperately, afraid of hesitating even slightly.
She was completely under her thumb.
Yue Jin sighed. Seeing that they had already started immersing themselves in their own world, she felt it was useless to ask these two.
She stood up, ignoring Wu Bei’s look, intending to go back. She had only walked a few steps when Yun Lingyue called out to her: “Senior Sister’s nature is like this; she’s not good with words. If there’s really a problem between the two of you, you should examine yourself more.”
Yue Jin looked back. The person who spoke was completely serious. Although back then she clamored about how much she hated Fu Lingyi for deceiving her, when something truly happened, she still stood on her side.
Saying one thing but meaning another.
“No need for you to worry,” she said.
She should just go back and ask her directly.
Since Fu Lingyi started living in Qingyuan Palace, she often had nothing to do when idle. Having been used to being busy with affairs for a long time, now after cultivating, she had nothing to do.
Following behind Wu Ju, she started tending to the plants and flowers. She planted a whole flowerbed of flower seedlings. Even nameless and unknown weeds, she couldn’t bear to pull them out, because they looked very pitiful.
Grass seeds have no mother, drifting with the wind. Fu Lingyi liked to quietly watch them grow freely.
Yue Jin then found her in the patch of flowers on the back mountain.
The wind lifted her sleeves and hem. The person sitting on the stone was like a painting.
It made one unable to bear disturbing her.
Yue Jin slowly walked over. She carefully spoke: “A’Ling…”
Fu Lingyi knew she was here, didn’t reply, and didn’t look at her.
“A’Ling…” Yue Jin became even more scared. She went over all the mistakes she had committed in her mind. “Is it because yesterday I ate all the mung bean cakes you bought back from Lin’an City, didn’t save any for you, and that’s why you’re angry with me?”
No response.
“Could it be, could it be that the day before yesterday my sleeping posture was bad, and I kicked you off the bed?”
Still no response.
Yue Jin couldn’t bear it anymore. She inherently wasn’t the type of person who could bear coldness; even if she had to throw a tantrum or roll on the ground, she would make Fu Lingyi acknowledge her. “A’Ling, don’t be angry…” she pleaded. “Hit me, scold me, it’s alright. Please, acknowledge me. If you ignore me, I’ll just stay here and not leave. I’ll stay with you until dawn!”
Anyway, when it gets dark, there won’t be A’Ling to sleep with me. If she can sit beside me and keep me company now, at least it won’t be lonely.
Only then did Fu Lingyi slowly turn her head, looking at the person squeezed next to her, with a face full of grievance, clinging to her and refusing to leave.
Seeing that she had a reaction, Yue Jin blinked her eyes at her and clung even tighter to her arm.
If she had a tail like a demon beast, at this moment, she would definitely be wagging it into the sky.
“Alright.”
Fu Lingyi chuckled. With one hand, she covered her face and lips. “I was just teasing you.”
Yue Jin: “?”
“A’Jin is truly too much,” Fu Lingyi said, reaching out to pinch her cheek and smoothing down her hair that was messy from the wind. “Always acting so cute, making me only able to bear it for two days. I had originally planned to tell you tomorrow.”
Tell me what?
Yue Jin was completely confused.
Fu Lingyi pulled her arm free and instead took her hand, making a bit more space for her to sit on the stone. She pointed to the flower field in front.
“Do you still remember what day tomorrow is?”
“Tomorrow?”
“I figured you probably wouldn’t remember either,” Fu Lingyi said, gesturing with her hand on her own body. “After all, at that time, you were still very small. Just about this big,” she said, “you could sit on my lap and act fiercely towards others.”
“A’Jin, I don’t know your birthday,” she continued. “I guess you don’t know either. So I took the liberty of making the first day we met your birthday. You don’t mind, do you?”
The corners of her eyes curved, smiling gently and softly. “Because I feel that day was very important to both of us.”
Yue Jin’s heart was touched. She squeezed her hand back tightly, asking with a trembling voice: “Then, then you were ignoring me these past two days because…”
“I heard the disciples say,” Fu Lingyi explained, “that before giving a gift, you should first suppress, then elevate. This way, it creates a sense of contrast. Your Qingyuan Palace is so big, nothing is lacking. I really don’t know if you’ll appreciate the gift I give you.”
The flower field in front of Fu Lingyi bloomed vigorously. Summer flowers were pleasing, always extraordinarily vibrant, vying for beauty and growing upwards, filled with excellent vitality.
“How is it?” she asked. “Does it look good, planted using the method Wu Ju taught me?”
This time, it was Fu Lingyi’s turn to ask carefully.
“Will you like it, A’Jin?” she asked. “Happy Birthday. I am very grateful that you were born.”
Grateful to the heavens for letting them meet.
Yue Jin watched for a long time, her eyes slowly turning red. Celebrating birthdays was a mortal ritual. Cultivators lived for tens of thousands of years; over time, they forgot about such matters.
What’s more, before they became cultivators, they had already celebrated enough.
But this was her first time.
“I like it…”
Yue Jin didn’t want to show weakness and let tears fall. She could only bite her lower lip and hold them back, unable to speak clearly: “I like it, I really like it…”
She liked it so much she didn’t know what to do.
Whether it was the flowers, or the person in front of her.