HLnovel Chapter 289 The World of Amnesia 3
Chapter 289 The World of Amnesia 3
Qingyu did not move, letting the other person lift her veil, revealing a beautiful face, like the morning mist dissipating, revealing a smooth forehead, eyebrows like distant mountains, as if containing the beauty of mountains and rivers; eyes clear and bright, like stars twinkling in the night sky, captivating and enchanting; delicate nose, and lips red without makeup, just like a delicate and luscious rose.
In an instant, the room fell silent. Not only Madam Qian, but also the maids around her gasped in surprise.
Everyone was stunned by her breathtaking beauty; time seemed to stand still, and everything in the world paled in comparison to her beauty.
The people on the rooftop were also stunned, unable to recover for a long time, before finally fleeing in a sorry state.
Inside the house, Madam Qian sighed repeatedly.
Honestly, no matter how long she looked at her, Ms. Qian was captivated by her daughter's appearance. To be honest, if it weren't really her daughter, she would have suspected that her daughter had been switched at birth.
That's why she always makes her daughter wear a veil. This veil is a top-grade spiritual artifact that she spent countless resources and effort to find. Only powerful beings can see the true face behind the veil.
Despite this, Mr. Qian remained terrified day and night.
Seeing Qian's worried expression, Qingyu gently comforted her, "Mother, there's no need to worry too much. I know what I'm doing." Qian held Qingyu's hand and said helplessly, "You're always so calm. Although you handled things well in the hall today, you still need to be careful of your stepmother and sister in the future."
Qingyu nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.
"By the way, I've already found out. The Immortal Cultivation Sect's disciple recruitment ceremony will start in a month. I'll find an opportunity to let you go. Once you join the Immortal Cultivation Sect, your good days will begin," Madam Qian said gently, her eyes full of kindness.
Qingyu frowned, biting her red lips lightly. She wanted to object, but she had a vague feeling that she should agree.
So he nodded slightly and said nothing more.
At night, Qingyu sat cross-legged on the bed to cultivate, following the method she remembered, when she suddenly sensed a slight fluctuation in energy.
She instantly became alert and subtly released her divine sense to investigate.
They discovered that the scent was that of the person who had fled from the rooftop during the day.
Qingyu was not afraid. She quietly got up and followed the scent to a corner of the courtyard.
Unsurprisingly, a man stood there, the moonlight shining on him and outlining his tall and straight figure.
"Don't be afraid, young lady, I meant no harm." The man hurriedly explained when he saw Qingyu appear, his voice full of nervousness. "I did not mean to offend you during the day. I was just passing by and was amazed by your stunning beauty."
Under the moonlight, Qingyu's figure appeared much softer, her slender figure standing gracefully, her exquisite face like that of a fairy from the moon palace, making the man dare not look directly at her.
Qingyu looked him up and down, realizing that the person who had flashed by during the day was him. Her clear voice was filled with doubt as she asked, "Who are you? Why did you sneak into my courtyard?"
The man cupped his hands and said, "My name is Ling Yu, a disciple of the Xuanjian Sect. I have come here only to apologize to you, young lady."
Qingyu was still puzzled, but seeing his sincere appearance and hearing that it was the Xuanjian Sect, she had a change of heart and her expression softened slightly. "In that case, do not trespass on other people's land in the future."
Ling Yu agreed, then swallowed hard and mustered his courage to ask, "Have you heard of our Xuanjian Sect, young lady? If you don't mind, I can introduce you to... my, my junior sister."
As the last word fell, Ling Yu's face turned bright red. The usually calm and composed man was now completely unable to think. In the silent night, he could only hear his own heart pounding, and his ears were ringing...
After a moment, Qingyu's brows relaxed slightly, and she blinked her shimmering eyes. "Thank you for introducing me, but I'd like to think about it."
Ling Yu immediately beamed with joy, his eyes sparkling. He tried hard to suppress his happiness and said gently, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
After saying that, he vanished in a flash, seemingly fleeing in disarray.
Qingyu gazed in the direction he had left, pondering this sudden turn of events.
This person's appearance was abrupt. She rarely went out, stayed at home, and didn't specifically inquire about the Xuanjian Sect, but she should be quite knowledgeable.
Never mind, I agreed anyway; having more options is always a good thing.
The night was as still as water. After washing up, Qingyu sat in her room, gently tapping her fingers on the table.
Recalling Song Xiaochu's unusual behavior today, she knew she had to be careful in the future.
And then there's Madam Song; she certainly won't let me off easily.
Tsk, quite a few enemies.
She thought tonight was already quite turbulent, but then a dark shadow suddenly flashed past the window.
Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, and she became alert. Just as she was about to make a move, she heard a deep voice say, "Miss Qingyu, don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."
A strange sense of irritation welled up in Qingyu's heart. Why couldn't they all come during the day? Although cultivators didn't have high requirements for sleep, they couldn't all come here to "check in," could they?
Besides, she doesn't believe she did anything wrong!
Qingyu opened the window in a huff and saw a masked man. She asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Why are you helping me?"
"Who I am is unimportant. I know someone wants to harm you. As long as you do as I say, you can escape danger." The man was acting on someone else's orders. At this moment, Qingyu was wearing a veil. Although she had a good temperament when she appeared, she was far from stunning to the man.
Hearing this, Qingyu's helplessness deepened. She closed her eyes, sneered, and said, "Why should I believe you? What if you're also trying to harm me?"
The masked man was taken aback, clearly not expecting Qingyu to be so difficult to fool.
He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "You may not believe me, but the food your stepmother prepared for you is poisoned. If you don't want to die, pretend to be sick and stay in bed tomorrow."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Qingyu quickly exclaimed, "Wait, how can you prove that what you're saying is true?"
The man paused. "Believe it or not, if you die from poisoning, it would be the best thing for your stepmother. After all, with your talent, you would definitely be selected if you participated in the Immortal Sect's disciple recruitment conference. She doesn't want you to have a chance to rise to prominence."
Qingyu was startled. She knew that her stepmother regarded her as a thorn in her side, and these words were indeed possible.
While Qingyu was deep in thought, the man quickly disappeared into the night.
The next day, Qingyu was still considering whether to claim she was unwell and stay in bed instead of going out to see guests when her maid walked in with a strange look on her face and whispered, "Miss, Madam sent a maid to deliver food and snacks. She said it was made by an excellent chef, and there are already people waiting outside."
"So fast?" Qingyu looked surprised, then remembered what the man had said last night, and felt even more helpless.
A thought of leaving welled up in her mind: this didn't seem to be her place, and she couldn't linger in the Song residence for too long.
She didn't know where this idea came from, but she always trusted her intuition. She had originally planned to wait until after the old lady's birthday banquet, but now she should try to find a way to leave the Song residence with her mother as soon as possible.
Neither Song Xiaochu nor Madam Song are good people.