Demon Blood, Maiden Vail

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## **Chapter 23: The Fire Beneath the Calm**

### **A Morning Mistaken**

The morning sun crept gently over the tiled rooftops of Taiyin Sect, casting golden streaks across the quiet courtyard. Lin Yuan stirred from his bed, the scent of warm porridge drifting in the air.

Half-asleep, he followed the aroma to the small dining hall and mumbled,

> "Mom, I want curry with fried rice today…"

There was a pause.

Lady Yuexian, standing by the table with a ladle in her hand, turned slowly.

> "Alright… I'll go buy some now."

Lin Yuan blinked and came to his senses.

> "Ah—sorry! I mistook you for my mom."

Yuexian froze.

Then she smiled softly. "It's alright."

A moment later, she soared into the sky.

A quiet joy bloomed in her chest at hearing the word *"mom"*—but so too did a deep, aching sorrow.

She had no children. No partner. No warm hands to hold when battles ended. For years, she'd borne injuries in silence, healing alone, leading her sect while burying her own dreams beneath layers of responsibility.

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### **A Village Memory**

She flew aimlessly until she came upon a village at the forest's edge.

There, a young woman chased laughing children with rice balls in hand, scolding and smiling all at once. The scene froze Yuexian in place.

Then an old woman approached.

> "You look like someone who's lost herself."

The old woman led Yuexian silently to a field. One by one, she pointed to simple graves.

> "My first husband… then my second… third… fourth. I buried them all here."

She turned and gestured to a larger plot.

> "And those? Those were my husband's wives before me. Some called me *mother.* Others didn't. And over there—"

She pointed to the hilltop, where children lay under the shade of trees.

> "My grandchildren. I've forgotten their faces. Their voices. Now tell me…"

She stared at Yuexian.

> "Is your loneliness deeper than mine?"

Yuexian couldn't answer.

> "Come. I'll show you something better than grief."

The woman led her to a small kitchen.

> "Start a fire. Wash your rice...."

Bewildered but obedient, Yuexian did as told. Under the old woman's instruction, she stirred beaten eggs into hot rice, added oil and herbs, and let it all crisp.

They ate together. It was simple… but delicious.

Before Yuexian left, the old woman handed her a bamboo basket.

> "Take this. Feed someone with it. You're a woman. Act like woman,do what's you like from your heart. Then you'll understand what real happiness is"

Yuexian quickly returned to the sect just as Lin Yuan, Qingxue, and Xiao Hu were setting the table.

Their eyes lit up.

> "We were waiting for you," said Qingxue.

She placed three bowls down.

> "Egg fried rice. I'll make curry later."

Xiao Hu stuffed a spoonful into his mouth and grinned. "Wow! It's so good!"

Yuexian just smiled.

> "Take Xiao Hu and Qingxue with you today. They'll accompany you."

> "Yes, Sect Leader."

Lin Yuan adjusted his robes and glanced up toward the guest balcony.

There she was again—**Princess Wu Zhao**, legs crossed, sword balanced on her lap like a sleeping beast. Her eyes didn't leave him.Eyes Like Blades.

> *She hasn't stopped watching me since yesterday.*

As the other princesses practiced calligraphy or meditated in floral courtyards, Wu Zhao leapt down in a single smooth motion.

> "Sister Lin Yue," she said, tone far too casual, "come spar with me."

Lin Yuan hesitated. "I… don't have much weapon training."

"All the more reason. Let's learn together."

"Maybe another time—"

Wu Zhao's eyes sharpened.

> "What's wrong? Afraid I'll discover what you're hiding?"

Her voice was low, but sharp enough that **Princess Bai Ling** and **Princess Qingwu** turned toward them.

A hush spread through the courtyard.

> "Is this really necessary?" Lin Yuan asked.

> "Very," Wu Zhao said. "I duel anyone I suspect."

> "Suspect of what?"

She took a single step forward.

> "Of pretending to be something they're not."

Lin Yuan's heartbeat pounded.

Qingxue stepped forward, face calm but eyes fiery.

> "Sister Lin isn't someone you can bully."

Xiao Hu stomped beside her.

> "Yeah! She's our big sister. Be nice or go home!"

Some princesses chuckled.

Bai Ling murmured,

> "Let her defend herself. She's stronger than she looks."

Lin Yuan sighed. *Refuse, and he looked guilty. Overperform, and he risked suspicion. Best to act clumsy—but not cowardly.*

He stepped forward and drew a training sword.

> "Just one exchange."

Wu Zhao smirked.

> "Fine. One is all I'll need."

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### **A Gentle Blade**

The courtyard stilled.

Wu Zhao struck first—fast, sharp, aggressive.

Lin Yuan countered with flowing, precise movements—graceful but soft. He parried her blow, redirected her momentum, and made it look lucky rather than practiced.

Their blades met once.

Then he let his weapon fall and stumbled back with a hiss.

> "Ah—my wrist!"

Qingxue gasped.

> "Sister Lin!"

Xiao Hu rushed forward with a cloth.

> "Did she hurt you?! I'll bite her!"

Princess Hong Yu laughed from the sidelines.

> "She's got the poise of a dancer—but the strength of a rabbit."

Wu Zhao, sword still in hand, frowned deeply.

She's hiding something.

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### **Doubt Takes Root**

Later, Bai Ling joined Wu Zhao under the peach tree.

> "You don't believe she's who she says she is."

> "No," Wu Zhao said bluntly. "But I have no proof."

Bai Ling sipped her tea.

> "Then wait. The truth slips out… when people stop being afraid."

> "Or when they're too afraid to hide it."

In night three of them came together.before they enter xaio hu say it's delicious curry. Sect leader send them away because she wants to practice making curry.Lin Yuan lay in bed, heart still drumming like distant thunder.

Lady Mingyan appeared at the foot of his bed, arms folded.

> "She's going to corner you one day soon."

> "Then I'll just stay away from her."

> "Wrong. Don't run. Stay close. Make her *doubt herself.*"

> "That sounds like manipulation."

> "It's survival. And survival is… artful lying."

> "That sounds like something bad"