I Married a Ghost After Transmigration

"Tsk, tsk, Yue Yaya, you really are heartless. Not only did you ask me to teach you cultivation, but you also wanted to find a high monk to take me away. You're truly too cruel. We've just gotten married, and you can't wait to leave me?"

Yun Shangyuan put on an appearance of being on the verge of tears, accusing her of her heartlessness.

Feeling a bit guilty, Feng Yueya defended herself, "I didn't ask for a high monk to take you away; I hope that you can reincarnate sooner. Isn't that what all ghosts desire?"

"But I don't want to reincarnate. If I do, I won't be able to see my dear wife anymore."

Yun Shangyuan reached out to tug at her sleeve, making a coquettish display.

Feng Yueya felt a chill run down her spine and threw a punch at him.

"Feng Yueya, what are you doing?"

Du Lilan, who had walked in at just that moment, caught the scene of Feng Yueya swinging at thin air and a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.

Feng Yueya turned to see the newcomer and her face immediately fell. Du Lilan, her Sixth Senior Sister, was also the person who held her in the least regard.

"Sixth Senior Sister, are you looking for me?" Du Lilan was overbearing and domineering; it was better to avoid her as much as possible.

Du Lilan made herself at home and walked into the room, coming to the stool upon which Yun Shangyuan had been sitting, and then gracefully bent down to sit.

At that moment, Feng Yueya saw Yun Shangyuan dart up from his seat as if fleeing the plague and, with a flick of his mana, he withdrew the stool. Consequently, Du Lilan landed on the ground with a thud.

"Pfft—" Feng Yueya couldn't hold it in and laughed out.

"You!" Du Lilan, who had taken a fall, glared at Feng Yueya furiously. She then leaped up, grabbed Feng Yueya by the collar, and shouted angrily:

"Was that you just now?! You did it on purpose to embarrass me, didn't you?!"

Here we go again. The stinky ghost causes trouble, and she's left to take the blame.

"Sixth Senior Sister, you're wronging me; I didn't do anything," Feng Yueya said hastily, waving her hands.

"If it wasn't you, then who was it? There's only you and me here! Unless there are ghosts in the room!"

You guessed it—there's indeed a ghost here.

"Sixth Senior Sister, it really wasn't me. I wouldn't dare to treat you that way. Besides, I've been standing still all the while, haven't I?"

"Then tell me, why would the stool suddenly move away?!" Du Lilan flicked her hand toward the stool, only to find that it had returned to its original place.