Who Said My Wife Is A Demon!

“Sister Luo, who was that man just now?”

Seeing Yang Shifei and Tan Xiang leaving the Luo Mansion, the little princess rested her chin on her hand, looking surprised. “I heard that you seem to have a fiancé, is that guy your fiancé?”

“Yeah,” Luo Xian’er nodded slightly. “His name is Yang Shifei, don’t bully him.”

The little princess chuckled awkwardly. “Since he’s your fiancé, I won’t tease him. But…”

She deliberately elongated her tone, curious. “I saw that young man just now, he does have a handsome face, but Sister Luo, you’ve never cared about others’ appearance. How did you become interested in this man?”

“Is it because of extraordinary martial arts skills, or mastery in poetry and literature?” The little princess listed examples one by one. “Or is it because this person has some unfathomable background, incredible talents?”

Luo Xian’er’s lips moved slightly. “Clean.”

The little princess was stunned. “Clean is also considered a virtue?”

She rubbed her forehead and muttered, “That young man does have a clean face, but is that enough to capture Sister Luo’s heart?”

“Not his appearance, but his inner self.”

Luo Xian’er’s gaze drifted outside the courtyard, her voice ethereal. “I can ‘see’ that he is in a troubled world but has a pure heart, untainted by any dirt. He still possesses a youthful innocence and purity, which is extremely rare.”

“And in the face of numerous challenges, he has an unwavering determination and perseverance.”

Luo Xian’er gently pursed her lips and murmured, “In my eyes, he is like the morning sun, full of vitality.”

The little princess listened with astonishment.

In the two years they had known each other, it was the first time she had heard Luo Xian’er praise someone so eloquently.

She had thought that the man was just someone Sister Luo had brought in to deal with the pressure from the Luo family’s marriage arrangements, but now it seemed… she truly had some feelings?

“Sis… Sister Luo.” The little princess couldn’t help but whisper, “Isn’t this a bit too fast?”

Luo Xian’er was momentarily at a loss.

But guessing the implication, she felt a slight tremor in her heart, and had to ask herself if she really had feelings for Yang Shifei.

“…”

The little princess watched with surprise from the side.

Seeing this reaction, Sister Luo really had feelings for this person, but she hadn’t even realized it herself?

She pondered for a moment. Since Sister Luo held such high regard for this person, why not try to gauge his feelings and help them get together?

“Oh, right.” The little princess clapped her hands again. “I remember Sister Luo, you mentioned before about starting a sect. Now that the Sacred Martial Stone is approaching and so many people from the martial world have come to East City, why not try to recruit some disciples?”

Luo Xian’er blinked her beautiful eyes and shook her head quickly. “This matter isn’t urgent, I’ll discuss it with Young Master Yang later.”

The little princess looked surprised. “You’re going to discuss even this matter together?”

“Yeah, after all, he’s technically my disciple now.”

“?”

The little princess was suddenly stunned.

The usually aloof and otherworldly Sister Luo, turned out to be so playful in private?

…

The sudden upheaval at the Nine Layers Sect had not caused much impact on East City.

On the contrary, with various factions from the empire arriving one after another, the streets became even more bustling. With just a casual glance, one could see martial artists of all kinds and styles.

But the long street along the river in front of the South Gate remained relatively quiet.

Yang Shifei adjusted his collar and his gaze wandered around, occasionally glancing at the cold and elegant maid beside him.

At this moment, Tan Xiang’s complexion turned even colder, and the temperature around her seemed to drop several degrees, accompanied by a chill.

Yang Shifei’s eyes twitched slightly, almost thinking that the Murk was emanating from her body, which was quite frightening to behold.

However, he remembered the scene at the Luo Mansion just now.

Miss Luo deliberately said those words, obviously intending to let him and Tan Xiang be alone outside.

Was she aware of what happened last night and wanted to take the opportunity to ease the relationship between the two sides, or…

Yang Shifei’s expression became somewhat strange.

Surely she wouldn’t tacitly allow him to pursue Tan Xiang?

He temporarily set aside this unrealistic speculation and refocused his thoughts on his surroundings.

“…Is your body still okay now?”

“As usual.” Tan Xiang’s gaze remained straight ahead, coldly saying, “Young Master needn’t worry too much.”

Yang Shifei pondered for a moment, remembering the situation with Yue Rui. “If those impurities recur, remember to come find me, I’ll do my best to help you.”

“Mm.”

Tan Xiang’s tone remained icy, but the chill between her brows eased slightly.

She glanced at Yang Shifei, intending to speak, but as their eyes met, the romantic scene from last night flashed through her mind.

“…”

Tan Xiang silently withdrew her gaze and hummed.

Yang Shifei smiled. “Do you need help carrying the basket in your hand?”

“No need.”

“Alright.”

The two fell silent, but their steps slowed down considerably, walking side by side.

Not long after, they arrived at the inn where the Shoujian Sect was temporarily staying. They asked the innkeeper to send a message first.

“Seems quite lively outside?” Yang Shifei stepped onto the second floor of the inn, glanced out the window, and saw a crowd gathering not far away.

“Young martial artists are full of energy and always can’t help but compete with each other.” Tan Xiang replied calmly.

Just then, Elder Yan arrived to greet them, smiling and bowing. “I’m truly sorry to trouble you both, and thank you for bringing the pastries.”

“It’s a gesture of hospitality for guests, as well as the young lady’s orders.” Tan Xiang remained calm, handing the bamboo basket filled with hot pastries to him. “After your long journey, please rest well. We won’t disturb you further.”

Yang Shifei also timely smiled and clasped his hands, “If Elder Yan wants to taste the local cuisine, you might as well go to the Clear Moon Pavilion in the city tonight.”

“Hehe, that’s natural.”

…

On the third floor of the inn.

A handsome young man in a black robe was leaning against the window, looking with interest at the noisy ‘arena battle’ outside.

He waved an ink-black fan in his hand, and his curious gaze swept back and forth on the faces of several martial artists below.

“So this is the famous ‘Sun Qidong’, he’s even younger than rumored, but why does he have a little mustache, looks quite tacky.”

“Is this person the ‘One-armed Iron Palm’ Duan Buxing? Hmm, he doesn’t seem to be that good.”

“And this is ‘Flirting Sword’ Yi Jinhuan? He was supposed to be accompanied by beautiful women, how come he’s bald?”

“Wow! This person has a big nose!”

“Master.” An old man with gray hair approached from not far away, interrupting the young man’s self-talk: “What do you think of these martial artists from the Jianghu?”

(T/N- Jianghu: Martial arts community / martial world)

“It’s quite interesting.” The handsome young man rubbed his ears. “Just too noisy, like the bustling market we passed through. Buzzing in my ears. And look at those few below, they were just scratching their butts and picking their noses, so disgusting!”

The gray-haired old man chuckled, “That’s natural, after all, they are just some rough martial artists. Except for those famous sect disciples, most of them are idle wanderers, naturally appearing crude and impolite. If you want to see martial artists that match the young master’s expectations, you might have to wait until the gathering at the Duke’s palace in a few days.”

“Can we play in the city for a few more days?” The handsome young man raised his eyebrows, showing some joy. “Although East City is a bit remote, the scenery is not bad, and it has its own charm compared to the capital.”

As they spoke, he closed the folding fan with a sneer. “It’s a pity that we haven’t met anyone interesting yet. How about… we go to the Hong family again? I heard that a group of spies from enemy countries were captured there recently, maybe…”

The handsome young man quickly noticed that the old man beside him was staring closely downstairs, his gaze peculiar.

“Is it an acquaintance?”

“It’s Elder Yan from the Shoujian Sect. I didn’t expect him to be so spirited at his age.”

“Isn’t that the famous ‘Mountain Stepping Yan Zun’?”

The handsome young man’s face suddenly showed joy, and he hurried downstairs to pay his respects.

But he soon stopped in his tracks, looking suspiciously at the other side, where several menacing men suddenly pushed open the door and walked out.

As he saw their attire clearly, the handsome young man covered his mouth in shock:

“That’s… people from the Demon Sect?!”