Turning My Junior Sister into a Mary Sue In Xianxia Yuri World

In the afternoon, Ye Anping wandered around the Yun Residence with Huang Quan for a while before returning to the main hall to continue helping Yun Yiyi with some of Yishui Peak’s affairs.

Meanwhile, Yun Yiyi was engrossed in the Yun family genealogy that she had borrowed from the Zhongfeng Records Hall, trying to match the names of the twenty-seven deceased.

Unfortunately, the genealogy was incredibly complex, and Yun Yiyi spent the entire afternoon reading it but couldn’t finish.

When night fell, Huang Quan arrived and urged her to bathe and rest.

After finishing his work on Yishui Peak’s affairs, Ye Anping bid Yun Yiyi farewell.

He took advantage of the dusk to revisit the suspicious spots he had noticed earlier with Huang Quan, setting up some backup measures in those places before returning to his room.

Of course, if those people intending to kidnap Yun Yiyi really came to kill him, his room would undoubtedly be the main battleground.

However, since Ye Anping didn’t know the skill level of the people Zhuang Yan had sent, recklessly setting up traps around his room could alert them without posing any real threat.

Weighing the pros and cons, he hung bells around his room instead; that way, if someone tried to sneak in, he would be alerted by the sound and could prepare himself rather than being stabbed in the back.

After setting up his room, Ye Anping messed up his bedding and stuffed two or three spare pillows inside to serve as a decoy.

He then decided to hide inside the wardrobe, concealing his aura and focusing his spiritual energy.

However, just as he extinguished the lamp and was about to hide in the wardrobe…

Ding-ling—

A bell rang from the direction of the front door.

Ye Anping frowned, immediately and quietly leaping into the wardrobe, leaving a small crack to observe the outside.

He was puzzled—how could Zhuang Yan’s men have arrived so early in the evening?

But the next moment, Huang Quan’s knock came from outside.

“Young Master~~ I saw your light go out just now. Were you getting ready to sleep?”

“… …”

Upon hearing Huang Quan’s voice, Ye Anping hesitated.

That maid hadn’t shown anything unusual in the afternoon; she just treated him like any other maid would treat Yun Yiyi future husband.

After some consideration, he decided to arm himself with his spiritual sword, quietly stepped out of the wardrobe, and walked to the door, opening it.

“What is it?”

Outside, Huang Quan was fidgeting, appearing as if she had just finished bathing; her maid’s bun and cheeks still glistened with some moisture.

When the door opened, she hesitated for a moment before asking, “Young Master… it snowed heavily today, and I was worried you might catch a chill, so I thought I’d come and warm your bed for you.”

“No need.”

“Oh… it’s no trouble at all, Young Master. You don’t have to feel embarrassed.” Huang Quan quickly said, “I just helped the Young Mistress warm her bed, and she fell asleep right away after getting in. Are you worried I’m dirty? I just took a bath—I’m very clean.”

“It’s not that.” Ye Anping paused for a moment and said, “I’m just not used to having someone warm my bed.”

Huang Quan stopped and asked, “Huh? Didn’t you have any maids to warm your bed back at the Hundred Lotus Sect?”

“… No.”

“You should give it a try. A warmed bed is cozy and comfortable—you’ll know once you try it.”

“No need.”

Huang Quan bit her lip, tucked her hair behind her ear, and said shyly, “Young Master, you’ve been at the Yun Residence for a while now and haven’t made any requests of the maids. I don’t even know what you like, and I’m usually too scared to talk to you… Just let me take care of you, okay? I’m doing this willingly.”

Seeing how determined she was, Ye Anping realized that if he didn’t agree, she might end up standing in front of his door for a long time.

He glanced at the snowstorm outside and reluctantly stepped aside, saying, “Fine, go ahead and warm the bed.”

“Mhm~!”

Huang Quan’s eyes lit up instantly.

She bowed politely, lifted her maid’s skirt, and walked into the room.

She glanced around with the faint light of the moon, said nothing more, and hurried to the bedside.

She was about to take off her shoes and crawl into bed when she noticed the blankets were oddly puffed up.

Lifting the covers, she found several feather pillows inside and looked at them in confusion.

“Young Master, why do you have so many pillows in your bed?”

“I like them,” Ye Anping replied curtly, urging her, “Just warm the bed quickly and head back to your room to sleep. It’s getting late.”

“Oh… okay,” Huang Quan nodded and removed her shoes, preparing to crawl under the blankets.

To become the Young Master’s close maid, she knew she had to talk to him more often.

If she came to warm his bed and chat every day, her chances of becoming his companion maid after the wedding ceremony between the Young Mistress and him would increase significantly.

Thinking this, Huang Quan wrapped herself tightly in the blankets, turned her head towards Ye Anping, who was standing by the bedside, and asked, “By the way… I’m curious, what is Hundred Lotus Sect like? Can you tell me about it, Young Master?”

“Hundred Lotus Sect is…”

Ding-ding—

Ye Anping’s excellent hearing immediately caught the sound of bells ringing from the southwest direction of the room, abruptly cutting him off mid-sentence.

The southwest side of his room led to a small garden, and given the snowy, windy conditions outside, it didn’t seem like the movements of patrolling guards or maids.

Hearing Ye Anping suddenly go silent, Huang Quan looked puzzled and asked, “Young Master? What’s wrong—mmph—”

Ye Anping quickly stepped forward and covered her mouth, causing her eyes to widen in shock. Though initially startled, a hint of expectation quickly appeared in her fearful gaze.

But in the next moment, Ye Anping pressed his finger to his lips, subtly shaking his head to signal her to stay silent.

“… …”

Huang Quan, though still confused, caught on quickly and nodded slightly.

Swoosh—

Tap, tap—

Faint footsteps approached from a distance.

The wind outside was howling, making the sound barely noticeable to Huang Quan, but Ye Anping’s keen ears could distinguish the footsteps from the noise.

—At least three people.

They were broad-shouldered, with very soft soles on their shoes, making muffled sounds on the snow.

Judging from their shoes alone, Ye Anping could almost certainly conclude that these were the assassins sent to kill him.

Soft-soled shoes might reduce the sound of footsteps, but they were noticeably different from normal shoes.

Ye Anping glanced at Huang Quan, feeling frustrated.

They had picked the perfect time, but there was nothing he could do about it; he couldn’t just ask them to wait outside for a bit.

After a moment’s hesitation, he swiftly pulled Huang Quan out from under the blankets, wrapped his right arm around her waist, and used his left hand to quickly rearrange the pillows and blankets back to their previous state.

Holding Huang Quan tightly, he tiptoed into the wardrobe in the corner of the room.

Fortunately, Huang Quan was petite, and after some maneuvering, the two of them squeezed inside, leaving a small gap to peer out at the bed.

Ye Anping whispered softly, “Don’t make a sound…”