There’s Something Wrong With These Demonic Women!

Chapter 162: How Much Do You Know About 'Love'

Lu Xun was instantly dumbfounded. He checked his eyes to make sure he wasn't mistaken. Fairy Su is looking for me? Why is she looking for me? After a moment of contemplation and a calm analysis, Lu Xun responded with two words on the mirror.

At this moment, Su Jingyi was lying on her side on a divan. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and she wore only a simple loose robe. There was no ribbon tied around her waist, leaving her upper half exposed, revealing skin as fair as snow. Her jade legs extended from under the robe, the slender and glossy feet overlapping, with delicate toes that were irresistibly charming, tempting one to play with them.

Fairy Su lazily picked up the spiritual mirror, glanced at the message from the lover of the demoness, and found that it consisted of only two words. These two words were somewhat playful, making her feel unusually displeased.

Lu Xun: Not here.

Fairy Su frowned, a shallow hint of annoyance crossing her face. Having been in a high position for so long, she had never encountered such a rebellious person. She held the spiritual mirror in one hand and lifted it slightly in the air. However, she hesitated for a long time and didn't write anything on it.

"What should I say to him?" Fairy Su lightly bit her lip, her expression filled with a little confusion. In reality, she didn't have any specific business with Lu Xun; she had just suddenly thought of him and wanted to ask a few questions. In short, she was feeling a bit idle and wanted someone to pass the time with.

Lu Xun hastily put away the mirror and ran towards the foot of the mountain. But when he reached halfway, his chest felt warm again. Helplessly, he took out the spiritual mirror, and this time, there were more words on it.

Fairy Su: Did your wife mention when she would let me teach you the formation-breaking technique?

Lu Xun looked at her message and was slightly puzzled. Fairy Su seemed impatient, but Miao Fengxian appeared to be intentionally delaying things. If he guessed correctly, she wanted to postpone the time for learning the technique until the little demoness and the little fox came out of seclusion.

Lu Xun contemplated for a while and silently wrote four words on the mirror: "I don't know either."

After a moment, some more words appeared on the mirror's surface.

Fairy Su: Can you urge your wife a bit? Don't let her indulge herself every day.

"Do I dare?"

"Just discussing things about you when you're not here personally has already breached her defenses. If it were me, and I suggested coming to your place to learn faster, I'm afraid I'd be subjected to domestic violence again."

Lu Xun shrugged and wrote on the mirror: You go urge her; I'm not suitable for it.

This time, Fairy Su remained silent. Lu Xun thought their communication had come to an end. He put away the spiritual mirror, continued walking towards the foot of the mountain, muttering to himself, "Sister, don't be anxious; your little thief is coming!"

However, he had not taken a few steps when his chest started to feel warm again.

The hell, is this ever going to end?

Lu Xun took out the spiritual mirror again and looked at the words on it.

Fairy Su: Use herbs like realgar, pinellia, daffodil, chelone, Galax urceolata, and heterophylla jasminiflora to force her to reveal her true form, then take a thick, hard wooden stick and strike her directly. This way, she'll be unconscious for about three days, and then… you can come find me.

"???"

Several question marks slowly appeared in Lu Xun's mind. This woman has a serious problem. Wasn't she supposed to be a fairy? Why is she teaching him to commit a crime? Leaving aside whether he could even knock out the big demoness with a thick, hard stick, just this act alone could get him beheaded.

"I didn't expect that the seemingly virtuous Fairy Su would have such a sinister side," Lu Xun furrowed his brow, murmuring to himself.

Fairy Su lounged on a divan, elegantly peeling lychees with her slender fingers, savoring the translucent, gelatinous flesh slowly as it entered her mouth. At this moment, the spiritual mirror emitted a faint light, catching Su Jingyi's attention.

Lu Xun: I dare not, no time, goodbye.

"…"

"Why do I suddenly want to chop him to death?" Su Jingyi frowned, muttering under her breath with a dark expression. "He's really just as mischievous and nasty as she said… I don't even know how that demoness can tolerate him. If it were me, I would have sent him to the underworld a long time ago for such disrespect."

Can love really overlook everything? Even if the other person is a complete scoundrel, can the word "love" conceal all their flaws? Can it even change one's own original character? The once hot-tempered and tough Miao Fengxian, who was so aggressive, now displayed the tenderness of a young woman when facing her lover. It was inconceivable, incomprehensible!

She slowly got up from the divan, her voluptuous figure carrying the beauty of maturity. Su Jingyi walked gracefully to her bedroom, removed the loose robe she was wearing, revealing skin as flawless as jade, dazzling and radiant like a precious gem.

She changed into a Taoist robe and picked up the Buddhist beads she carried with her. With measured steps, she left her living quarters. Following her was her personal maid, Xiao Lu. While Xiao Lu was also beautiful, she seemed inconspicuous when standing next to Fairy Su.

"Xiao Lu."

"Do you have a man you like?" Su Jingyi asked indifferently.

"N-No, Master. I have never liked a man. This servant only wishes to serve Master for life," Xiao Lu hurriedly replied, her tone tinged with anxiety and unease.

Her words made Su Jingyi somewhat displeased, but more than that, she felt helpless and lonely. It seemed that in this world, only the demoness could speak her mind without any restraint due to her status. She could say whatever she wanted, and Su Jingyi could confide in her about anything.

With these thoughts in mind, a figure suddenly sprang to her mind. He… he didn't seem to fear her much either, relying on the fact that his wife was the big demoness to show various forms of disrespect toward her.

After a while, Su Jingyi arrived outside a palace. She walked in directly and saw Zhao Qiuyu embroidering inside. Her gentle and sweet appearance brought a touch of warmth to Fairy Su's face.

She genuinely liked the sisters, Zhao Yueyan and Zhao Qiuyu, but more so, she liked Zhao Qiuyu, the clever and demure young girl.

"You're embroidering all day long. Aren't you lonely?"

Zhao Qiuyu, who was in the middle of embroidering, suddenly heard a familiar voice in her ear. She put down her embroidery work and knelt obediently on the ground, respectfully greeting her, "Master Su."

"There's no need for formalities when there's no one else around," Su Jingyi waved her hand and walked over to Zhao Qiuyu. She sat down and looked at her with clear eyes, softly asking, "Does Yueyan come to see you often?"

"Yes," Zhao Qiuyu nodded, her response filled with a touch of sweetness. "Sister visits me every now and then to chat."

"Besides her, are there others?" Su Jingyi asked calmly.

Zhao Qiuyu pursed her lips, hesitating for a while before swallowing the words that had reached her lips. She said quietly, "No one else has come to find me."

Su Jingyi frowned, not in a good mood as she asked, "Are you hiding something from me too?"

"I dare not," Zhao Qiuyu bit her lip and spoke hesitantly, "Father has come to see me. He wanted to arrange my… marriage…"

"I've heard about that," Su Jingyi said casually. "It's already canceled. No need to worry."

"Ah?"

"Really?" Zhao Qiuyu looked excitedly at Fairy Su.

"Would I lie to you?" Su Jingyi looked at her and, seeing the innocence in Zhao Qiuyu, couldn't help but feel a wave of pity. She gently took her hand and softly said, "Don't worry. As long as I'm here, I won't let you or Yueyan be wronged."

Zhao Qiuyu lightly bit her lip and replied in a voice as soft as an ant's footsteps, "Thank you, Teacher."

Hearing the long-unheard title of "Teacher," Su Jingyi's mood improved greatly. She revealed a faint, playful smile and complained slightly, "You and Yueyan haven't called me ‘Teacher' for a long time."

"We…"

Zhao Qiuyu lowered her head, her voice hesitant as she stammered, "Both Sister and I are a little afraid of you, Teacher."

"Why?"

"Are you afraid I'll eat you both? I'm not some thousand-year-old demoness," Su Jingyi rolled her eyes at her, her words tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Zhao Qiuyu felt somewhat embarrassed, and her small face blushed. She spoke softly, "You're usually very serious, and Father has repeatedly told Sister and me to respect you. So we… we just…"

Su Jingyi didn't say much more and gently pinched Zhao Qiuyu's small hand. Then, they began talking about past memories.

"Qiuyu."

"How much do you know about ‘love'?" Su Jingyi picked up a teacup, took a small sip, and casually asked.

"Although I've never been with a man, I've read quite a few books about ‘love.' I understand it somewhat," Zhao Qiuyu replied with a gentle tone.

Su Jingyi hesitated for a moment and then said indifferently, "I have an old friend who is usually irritable and domineering, belonging to the type who acts aggressively. But in front of her lover, she becomes gentle like a young girl. The strange thing is, I don't think her lover is worthy of her. Yet, my old friend is completely devoted to him, caring for him greatly. It baffles me."

"Teacher…"

"Some things can't be judged solely by appearance, as you've taught us," Zhao Qiuyu gently replied. "Love deepens when two hearts resonate with each other. Maybe you couldn't see the good in that person, but your old friend did."

Is that so?

Su Jingyi furrowed her willow-like brows, thinking of someone with a mischievous appearance.

Playful and mischievous, unremarkable on the surface. Though handsome and charming, he was fickle by nature. To think that she liked him to the point of being infatuated. It was truly incredible.

At this moment, Su Jingyi was curious about Lu Xun. She urgently wanted to study this man and uncover the secrets that could make Miao Fengxian, such a ruthless demoness, fall into his arms.

Meanwhile, Zhao Qiuyu observed Su Jingyi, who seemed lost in thought. She couldn't help but secretly wonder; does Teacher Su really have such a friend or is she making things up?