They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 13 Shen Yeshu

The next morning, Wu Cheng stretched and opened his eyes.

"Holy crap?!"

When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of eyes.

It turned out that Qingque had entered his room at some point and was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over and staring at his face.

The two were so close that Wu Cheng could see the curl of her thick eyelashes and even feel the warmth of her breath brushing against his cheek.

But deep within her usually cool and aloof eyes lay a sense of oppression and irritation that sent chills down Wu Cheng's spine.

"Sister Qingque? When did you arrive?"

"An hour ago." Qingque straightened up without changing her expression.

"...What time is it now?"

It is already past 9 AM.

Why didn't you wake me up?

"I don't want to call."

Wu Cheng looked suspicious and raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth.

It was damp there.

"Sister Qingque, you wouldn't...?"

"No." Before Wu Cheng could finish speaking, Qingque interrupted him, "His Highness has a bad sleeping posture; that's His Highness's drool."

"...Impossible! I'm only sixteen! How could I be drooling like that!" Wu Cheng continued to stare intently at Qing Que.

Qingque met his gaze calmly.

However, after only a few breaths of eye contact, she subconsciously looked away, her ears even turning slightly red.

Wu Cheng, who had only been joking, was now starting to seriously doubt her. "No! Sister Qingque, why are you blushing? Dare to look me in the eye?"

Qingque didn't look at him. Instead, she stood up and took three steps back. Her slender fingers unconsciously rubbed the handle of the oil-paper umbrella at her waist. Then, without looking to the side, her voice was as calm as if she were talking about what to eat today, "Your Highness, it's time to get up."

Wu Cheng didn't get up. Instead, he sprawled out on the bed in a "奆" shape, then closed his eyes and went all out. "I'm penniless, and Sister Qingque has taken care of me all this way. I have no way to repay her... Come on, Sister Qingque! Don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower!"

"..."

Qingque remained silent for a moment before letting out a cold breath and saying, "Your Highness is only sixteen years old, and your body is not yet mature. This servant believes it is too early for you to indulge in women. In two more years, when Your Highness's bones and muscles are fully formed and your blood and energy are abundant, then..."

"Wait!" Wu Cheng sat up abruptly. "When did I become obsessed with women?"

He played the fool for sixteen years, never even kissing a palace maid! He can't take the blame for this!

Qingque tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on the wooden sword beside Wu Cheng's pillow.

The morning light shining through the window onto the wooden sword was quite dazzling.

Wu Cheng followed her gaze, then grabbed the wooden sword and hugged it to his chest. "This is a gift from someone; I can't just throw it away, can I?"

Such a smooth and comfortable wooden sword will be hard to find again!

"This servant did not let Your Highness lose you." Qingque lowered her eyes and lowered her voice. "This servant just felt that Your Highness is in a dangerous situation now, and it is not the time for you to play around, especially not to be distracted by outsiders."

She emphasized the word "outsider" slightly.

Looking at her lowered eyes, Wu Cheng suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Although he didn't know why, Sister Qingque always seemed to give him a feeling of being anxious and insecure, and she was also a little cautious.

"Then just throw it away."

Wu Cheng raised his hand, grabbed the wooden sword, and threw it away.

But Qingque reacted quickly, grabbing the object and shoving it back into Wu Cheng's hand. "Your Highness, please don't do this..."

Wu Cheng looked at her carefully for a long time.

"Then I'll stay?"

"This originally belonged to Your Highness. Since that person gave it to Your Highness, it is Your Highness's property. Your Highness can decide for yourself."

Qingque's face was still covered with a layer of frost, but Wu Cheng inexplicably felt that she was in a much better mood.

"That's right! This divine sword now belongs to the Wu family!"

Wu Cheng stood up, and Qingque brought him an overcoat to put on. Then Wu Cheng asked, "Shouldn't we go see that Miss Shen?"

Qingque nodded. "Someone just informed us that Your Highness can come over after you get up and wash."

Wu Cheng finished dressing and stretched, his innocent smile returning to his usual harmless demeanor. "Let's go then. Let's see what they're up to, and then we'll slip away after we've met them."

Qingque followed behind him, her fingertips lightly stroking the umbrella handle, but she didn't say anything more.

Once outside the courtyard, a servant led the two to see Steward Ji.

Surprisingly, Shen Tianba did not appear. Instead, Steward Ji led the two to the warm pavilion in the back garden.

Although it's called a warm pavilion, it's actually an octagonal pavilion built on a pond. Bamboo curtains hang on all four sides of the pavilion, and a beautiful figure can be vaguely seen sitting inside.

Upon reaching the pavilion entrance, Steward Ji tactfully withdrew, leaving only Wu Cheng and Qing Que behind.

A maid in a yellow robe, who had been waiting there, lifted the bamboo curtain and invited Wu Cheng inside.

Qingque stopped outside the curtain, but her gaze was fixed on the beautiful figure through the curtain. Her slender fingers unconsciously rubbed the handle of the oil-paper umbrella on her waist.

Wu Cheng stepped inside.

The pavilion is elegantly furnished, with a small rosewood table in the center and round stools with brocade cushions on either side. On the table are several plates of exquisite snacks and a pot of tea.

A young girl was sitting at a small table opposite Wu Cheng. Upon seeing Wu Cheng, she stood up, clasped her hands together, and bowed slightly to her lower abdomen.

Wu Cheng frowned slightly, his eyes scanning the girl's entire body like a radar.

Something's not right, nine out of ten things are not right!

This young lady is not unattractive; on the contrary, her beauty rivals that of Qingque and even Bai Suyi!

Bai Suyi's beauty lies not only in her appearance but also in her free-spirited and unrestrained swordsman charm.

This woman, however, was different.

She wore a black gauze dress, her hip-length black hair was unadorned, and her oval face was pale, as white as fine porcelain. Combined with the black dress and her slightly sorrowful, downcast eyes, if you saw her at night, you might think that a vengeful female ghost had jumped out.

However, her temperament was very attractive to Wu Cheng, and although it was completely opposite to Bai Suyi's, Wu Cheng subtly felt that the two were somewhat similar.

The next moment, Wu Cheng suddenly realized exactly what he thought was similar between the two of them!

temperament!

If you had to put it into words, Bai Suyi was like a male widower. He usually smiled very dashingly, but occasionally he would reveal a bitter smile reminiscing about the past. That smile contained a kind of intense emotion that Wu Cheng couldn't understand. This contrast deeply attracted him.

The woman in front of me, Shen Yeshu, looked like a widow. Not only was she dressed like one, but the sense of dejection, brokenness, and melancholy emanating from her was always there. It was as if she lived in sadness every day, but this sadness was not particularly outwardly expressed. It was more like a kind of numbness, as if "the tears had all been shed."

This broken, melancholic widow-like aura, coupled with the alluring beauty mark under her left eye, also made Wu Cheng's heart pound.

At this moment, Shen Yeshu, whose eyes were slightly lowered, raised her eyes, and her light, unfocused pupils fixed on Wu Cheng's face.

Then, her pale pink lips, almost bloodless, parted slightly, her voice tinged with a hint of bitterness, "This humble woman is Shen Yeshu, greetings...Young Master Mei."