Chapter 262 - 262 260 The Filial and Well-educated Good Child of the Fang Family

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262: Chapter 260: The Filial and Well-educated Good Child of the Fang Family 262: Chapter 260: The Filial and Well-educated Good Child of the Fang Family The more she thought about it, the more she couldn’t shake off the irritation! Fang Geyu crumpled the letter into a ball, raised her hand to toss it aside, but her arm suddenly froze. Strange? Why am I so angry? Suddenly, Fang Geyu woke up to her senses. Why was she acting like a fool, not sleeping in the middle of the night, getting angry over a bunch of papers? Next to the ink stone, the dove cooed and cocked its head, looking at the mistress who was losing her temper. Fang Geyu’s face mysteriously flushed. She huffed annoyedly and deliberately said to the dove, which had no spirituality, “I am not angry because those women sent him sweets!” The dove: “Coo coo coo???” Fang Geyu, annoyed, plucked a feather from its behind and explained with great effort and seriousness, “I woke up on the wrong side of bed. Your random flying woke me up, and that’s why I’m angry.” The innocent dove, whose butt was still oozing blood, was so aggrieved that it didn’t dare move an inch, lying flat on the desk. Fang Geyu murmured to herself, trying to convince herself and easing out the crumpled letter in her hand: “Yes, I would not get angry over such trivial matters.” As the paper unfolded, the string of names of all those orioles and swallows heedlessly jumped into the eyes of Miss Fang. Zrrrr!!! Fang Geyu’s face darkened instantly, tearing the letter into shreds and scattering them all over the floor. She turned and stomped into bed, fuming with rage. Her little feet kicked off two shoes, her fair bare feet thrashed about outside the blankets, her delicate toes flexing and pointing, giving off the impression that they would sprout claws in her anger. She resentfully declared, “I’ll burn down Langao Square tomorrow!” The next day, Langao Square remained unscathed, of course. Angry as she was, Fang Geyu was not about to commit arson in Xianling City at such a critical time. After all, Fang Geyu was quite a sensible and learned young lady who would never do something as despicable as murder and arson. Yuyu, a maid of the Yun Family, was complaining to the housekeeper early in the morning: “What? I can’t buy any pastries from Langao Square at all???” The middle-aged housekeeper helplessly gestured for silence and whispered, “Keep your voice down. Some noble in the city has taken a fancy to the taste from that bakery. They cleared out all the sweets in the square early this morning. We common folk might as well forget about it now.” Yuyu, discontent: “What kind of noble is so terrifying to be this domineering?” The complexion of the middle-aged housekeeper changed dramatically, he hurriedly covered her mouth, and pointed to the sky above. Yuyu’s face also shifted, and she dared not speak out of turn any longer. In her dissatisfaction, she cleaned up her thoughts—no one would dare to compete with that person. In the Inner City, an ancient temple. The Seal Keeper Qing Xuan looked at the mountain of pastry boxes piled up in front of her with an expression of speechlessness, the array was dazzling, and the sweet fragrance was overwhelming. The pastries might smell good, but having so many of them piled into a mountain made the aroma far too sweet and cloying. Qing Xuan pinched her nose and wrinkled her brow, somewhat disdainfully: “Is that little girl from the Fang Family going crazy again?” Atop the grand hall’s imperial desk, there lay a box of opened hawthorn milk candy. A voice, clear and distinct though muffled as if chewing on something, wafted down, “She’s a dutiful child.” That night, a solitary moon hung like a lone star. Baili An was alone, standing before the entrance to the Yun Family mansion, above him the night sky and splendid moonlight shone down, casting a pure and brilliant glow that dispelled all evil spirits—it was a night of uprightness. The mansion was quiet, almost as if dead, with not a hint of vitality. Inside the gatehouse, there wasn’t a trace of candlelight. Nobody dared to light a lamp or make a noise, as though they were terrified of calling down some bad luck. The only thing, hanging beneath the plaque of the mansion’s entrance, was a Luminous Pearl shining with a holy light. Baili An needed only one glance to know this was no ordinary Luminous Pearl. The Yun Family’s heritage was not shallow, and who knows where they had acquired a Merfolk Pearl that they diligently polished daily. Shining brightly enough to reflect one’s image, the Yun Family had passed it down for generations as a talisman against evil, suspended beneath their plaque. The pearl indeed had the power to ward off evil, but for a Ghost like Baili An who had been a Fierce Ghost for three thousand years, it was of little use. Suddenly, a cold and wicked breeze arose from the end of the long street. The round moon, as if tainted by the breath of demons, had its bright shine abruptly dim, losing its luster. Dark clouds gathered, blanketing the sky, and oppressed the ancient city. The breezes from all around became heavy and stagnant. A piercing and heartbreaking suona note tore through the night sky, shattering the night’s calm. A gust of cold wind licked across, whipping up the thick dust from the ground. A fog of ghosts twisted and turned. As the dark clouds covered the moon, a colossal shadow fell upon the ground. On the street, the sound of horse hooves and continuous suona music could now be heard, though one couldn’t tell when it had started. Blood-red apricot blossoms danced beneath the night sky, spreading a thick sweet fragrance. Baili An withdrew his gaze from the Merfolk Pearl and calmly watched as a procession of Yin ghosts turned the corner towards him. Black horses cloaked in thick white fog, heavy with Ghost Qi. A large red bridal sedan swayed, carried on the shoulders of eight short figures. Ahead of the sedan, two tall shapes played the suona and fiddle. Baili An could see everything clearly. The welcoming party consisted of ten individuals, yet all ten were paper mache men. The eight bearing the sedan were ashen-faced, coated in a heavy layer of windproof white wax. Dressed in lively clothes as if to celebrate, their rouged cheeks were a contrast to the pale faces, and their expressions, rigid smiles drawn with ink, arched in an awkward and comical way. As the suona played, the paper men hopped, scattering Joss Paper coins all around. The two tall paper mache individuals in front, dressed in rich red silk clothes, had the appearance of wealth; however, their white facial “skin” lacked any features. Before long, the sweet and pungent fragrance of apricot blossoms, like blood, drifted closer. The lofty horse and the dark red sedan stopped before Baili An. The two tall paper mache figures continued to play their chilling tunes. But one short sedan-bearer stepped forward, his face frozen in a stiff comical smile, with an expression unmoved, the scarlet painted lips said nothing, yet emitted a sharp, buzzing laugh: “We invite the young master to join us on our journey.” What journey, of course, goes without saying. As though anticipated, as the bridegroom would often refuse, crying and struggling, the small sedan bearer bent forward, and the hands hanging by his sides suddenly grew a meter-long black nails. To everyone’s surprise, Baili An calmly looked over the featureless paper mache men and nodded agreeably. He was even quite polite, “Then I’ll have to trouble you all.” Having said that, he behaved as if setting out on an enjoyable outing, taking the reins smoothly and preparing to mount the horse with practiced ease. The eight sedan bearers all raised their unchanging smiling faces, fixing Baili An with a look. In the eyes painted with carbon ink, a hint of surprise seemed to flicker. In all their years of conducting weddings, they had never encountered such an eager young man willing to rush to his death.

Chapter 262 - 262 260 The Filial and Well-educated Good Child of the Fang Family

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