Who Said My Wife Is A Demon!

“What do you want?!” Liang Xin rushed back, hearing the words, and exclaimed urgently, “Don’t go up with her!”

Qiu Buhuan glanced over, “Why not?”

Liang Xin’s face darkened, “He’s a distinguished guest I invited to the Mengshang Pavilion. If something happens, the responsibility lies with me.”

“Hmm—”

“Since it’s an invitation from the Saint Envoy, there’s naturally no reason for this junior to refuse.” At this moment, Yang Shifei suddenly spoke up, “But I wonder, what does the envoy want to discuss with me?”

Qiu Buhuan turned her gaze back, her lips curling slightly. “Of course, it’s some confidential matters not meant for others to eavesdrop on.”

Liang Xin’s expression changed slightly, about to speak, but was stopped by the gray-haired old man beside him.

“Young master, don’t worry, the envoy won’t harm anyone.”

Hearing the commotion behind him, Yang Shifei pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Alright.”

Qiu Buhuan smiled faintly, “Follow me.”

Yang Shifei and Liang Xin nodded in agreement, quickly following the envoy’s footsteps.

…

On the fourth floor of the Mengsheng Pavilion, in a quiet guest room.

Qiu Buhuan lazily sat sideways by the coffee table, resting her chin on one hand, full of seductive charm.

She looked at Yang Shifei, who was sitting upright opposite her, with a soft smile on her lips.

With an extraordinary physique beyond common sense and agile reflexes, he was truly an excellent candidate for training.

If she could bring him back to the sect and teach him carefully, the future of her lineage would be secured.

Taking a closer look, his face was also quite pleasing to the eye, with a handsome and refined appearance, exuding a touch of elegant scholarly charm. And the slight sternness between his brows added a touch of ruggedness.

He was a handsome man who made people feel restless.

“Please have some tea, sir.”

“Thank you.”

Yang Shifei watched as the sword-bearing maid left before turning his attention to the warm tea that had just been served.

“Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned.” Qiu Buhuan smiled softly, “If you’re thirsty, just drink.”

Yang Shifei glanced at her and took a sip from the cup.

The gentle aroma of tea lingered in his mouth, calming his mind slightly.

“I know you’re just wondering about my intentions.”

Qiu Buhuan raised her finger to her lips, saying leisurely, “Actually, I was just impressed by your extraordinary physique and momentarily had the thought of taking you as a disciple. Since you already have a sect, I wouldn’t snatch away someone else’s disciple.”

She then smiled coquettishly, “But if we can’t be master and disciple, can’t we still be friends?”

Yang Shifei raised an eyebrow, “We’ve only just met.”

“In this world, there is love at first sight, so why not friendship at first sight?” Qiu Buhuan smiled gracefully. “But may I offer you a gift as a token of my sincerity?”

Yang Shifei thought for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, “If it’s your sincere intention, it would be impolite for me to refuse. I will accept it.”

Qiu Buhuan chuckled softly, covering her lips with her hand. “You seem friendlier already.”

She took out a piece of red jade from her sleeve and elegantly handed it over, “Take it.”

“Is the lady really giving a gift?”

Facing Yang Shifei’s strange gaze, Qiu Buhuan smiled gently, “It’s not anything precious, just a token. In the future, if you have the chance to visit the Thousand Blade Forge, I can personally forge a suitable weapon for you.”

With that, she blinked charmingly, “This is also my first time giving a gift to an outsider, so you must take good care of it.”

Yang Shifei’s expression became serious as he solemnly accepted the small red jade, intricately carved with detailed patterns.

The Thousand Blade Forge could forge the Saint Weapons, indicating their superb metallurgical techniques. To have a weapon personally forged by such a master was undoubtedly valuable.

“Thank you for your gift, miss.”

“You’re welcome,” Qiu Buhuan said softly, “Will you attend the banquet at the palace tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

“Show your best performance then, I’ll be waiting for you at the banquet.” Qiu Buhuan brushed her sleeve, “There’s one more thing I want to remind you of.”

Yang Shifei responded seriously, “Please go ahead.”

“My Thousand Blade Forge doesn’t belong to any country, it’s independent of all major forces. Although it’s not as famous as the Nine Sects, it still holds many secrets.”

Qiu Buhuan’s smile faded slightly, her gaze deepening, “The Sacred Martial Stone will take ten days to travel from the East City to the Thousand Blade Forge, and the forging process will take more than a month. During this time, many martial artists from the Liang Empire will go to the Forge to reinforce it, leaving the country vulnerable. The East City, or rather the northwest region of Liang, will face great turmoil.”

She cast a somewhat indifferent glance, “Your talent is rare in the world. If you grow up, you can definitely shake the world. Don’t die in these meaningless royal disputes.”

Yang Shifei furrowed his brow, pondering for a moment, “I will keep that in mind.”

Qiu Buhuan’s gentle smile returned, “You should go back now, so that child outside won’t worry.”

With that, she extended her fair jade hand, “As friends, shall we shake hands before parting?”

“Sure.”

Yang Shifei stood up solemnly and shook hands with her using his right hand.

Then, he respectfully bowed with clasped fists and turned to leave the guest room.

The sword-bearing maid returned quietly and whispered, “Mistress, do you hold this man in such high regard?”

“…”

“Mistress?”

Seeing her mistress seeming lost in thought, the sword-bearing maid frowned slightly and called out again.

Only then did Qiu Buhuan suddenly snap out of it, widening her beautiful eyes and staring fixedly at her slender palm.

“What’s this strange warmth?!”

…

In the corridor,

“Are you alright?”

Liang Xin cautiously approached, whispering, “Did she do anything strange to you?”

Yang Shifei smiled helplessly at the question, “Do you think I would let her?”

“Uh…” Liang Xin made a strange gesture with his fingers circling around, “You know, like, doing this and that.”

Yang Shifei: “?”

What do you think I am, some kind of toy?

Liang Xin blushed again, lowering his voice, “I’ve heard that those high-ranking women, each of them has some quirks. Like when they see handsome young men, they can’t help but get handsy.”

Yang Shifei felt speechless for a moment, then he nodded slightly, “Sorry to disappoint you, but we just had a chat.”

“Well, yeah, and you didn’t stay long.” Liang Xin chuckled awkwardly, “Anyway, as long as you’re okay.”

Yang Shifei glanced at him, feeling that this person indeed had a good heart and was worth befriending.

As they talked, they descended the stairs and saw the gray-haired old man waiting there. “This is—”

“I’m just a private guard, no need to mind me.”

The gray-haired old man smiled and clasped his fists, “But little brother’s skills are extraordinary, being able to exchange moves with the Saint Envoy of Thousand Blade Forge.”

Yang Shifei shook his head, “Senior is joking. The Saint Envoy is truly formidable; she was just sparring with me casually.”

“That’s not true,” the gray-haired old man said meaningfully, “Even if the Saint Envoy isn’t among the top masters, she’s still recognized as an extraordinary figure who has touched upon the Profound Warrior realm.”

“…Thank you for the advice.”

Yang Shifei looked up and saw that the sky was getting dark. He clasped his fists, “A heavy rain is coming. I won’t disturb you today.”

“Ah, alright. See you at the banquet tomorrow.”

Liang Xin nodded in response and watched him leave quickly, but he was somewhat absent-minded for a moment.

“Young master, you don’t need to be too anxious.”

The gray-haired old man smiled and stroked his beard, “For talents like him, when the situation in the East City changes, he will surely shine. At that time, you will naturally have the opportunity to interact with him.”

Liang Xin nodded.

But then he became curious and asked, “Do you know where the Fallen Moon Pavilion is?”

“Hmm?” The gray-haired old man frowned slightly, “Forgive my ignorance. I’ve never heard of it.”

“I wonder which sect it belongs to to produce such a formidable disciple.” Liang Xin’s eyes lit up, his face showing a longing expression, “If I have the chance, I’d like to pay a visit too.”

…

Dark clouds gathered, and small raindrops began to fall, shrouded in thick fog.

Yang Shifei hurried back home before the heavy rain arrived.

After washing his face quickly, he put away the red jade and was about to head to the Luo Mansion.

But Tan Xiang happened to push the door open and walk into the courtyard, their eyes meeting.

“Young master, why didn’t I see you earlier?”

Tan Xiang held a few new clothes in her arms, walking over casually. “Is there something important that requires you to go out?”

“First, I chatted with the little princess for a while, and then I was introduced by the Chief Constable to meet someone.” Yang Shifei replied seriously, “It seems to be a prince.”

Tan Xiang’s eyes flickered slightly. “Probably the Ninth Prince. He’s the most inconspicuous among the many princes, so you don’t need to pay too much attention to him.”

“I see.”

He didn’t look much like a prince if he was howling in pain after being beaten by himself, but he didn’t have much of an attitude or temper, so he was quite easy to get along with.

It was no wonder Chief Constable Tie would secretly introduce him. Having a good relationship with a prince with a good personality obviously had its benefits.

“But is the Ninth Prince really a man?”

“…Gender unknown.” Tan Xiang glanced at him, “There may be some hidden secrets, but we haven’t investigated them.”

Yang Shifei pondered, “Does the Ninth Prince know Miss Luo?”

“No, he doesn’t.” Tan Xiang shook her head. “Miss Luo has been living in the deep palace since she was a child and has rarely met other princes and princesses. And the Ninth Prince belongs to the younger generation, so they have never met.”

“But the Ninth Prince entered the East City incognito this time, and Miss Luo should have noticed it.” Tan Xiang continued calmly, “The young lady doesn’t mind your contact with him, but it’s best not to get too close. Even if the Ninth Prince is not involved in the power struggles of the royal family, it’s easy to get implicated.”

“I understand.” Yang Shifei thought for a moment, “But then I encountered someone else, called the Saint Envoy of Thousand Blade Forge.”

Tan Xiang’s eyes widened slightly. “What happened?”

“She happened to be staying temporarily at the Mengshang Pavilion and came out to exchange a few moves with me.”

Yang Shifei recounted their conversation in the room.

“I will inform the young lady about this matter. You need to be more careful,” Tan Xiang furrowed her brows slightly and took his arm, “Did you get hurt?”

Yang Shifei chuckled, “She was restrained in her actions, so I’m fine.”

“That’s good.”

Tan Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. “Rest well these two days. We’ll also go to the palace banquet tomorrow.”

Yang Shifei nodded, then quickly took out a sachet from his pocket and handed it to her with a smile.

“I bought it at the little princess’ shop.”

“…”

Tan Xiang remained silent for a moment before raising an eyebrow. “How many did you buy?”

Yang Shifei smiled awkwardly. “Three.”

“Give me Miss Luo’s sachet,” Tan Xiang glared at him. “I’ll pass it on for you.”

“Ah, thank you.” Yang Shifei handed over the lotus sachet.

Tan Xiang took the sachet and looked at him coldly. “Do you want me to help transfer the silver to the Niu Family?”

“Can you do that?”

“The journey is not far, just send a servant.” Tan Xiang also took the money pouch handed to her and looked at him calmly. “You’re quite generous.”

Yang Shifei smiled. “Money is just an external thing. Does that sound cool when I say it?”

“The real reason.”

“…I don’t worry about food and clothing now, and having more money doesn’t help.”

“At least you’re honest.” Tan Xiang sighed lightly. “Rest well.”

Yang Shifei nodded with a smile. “You should not tire yourself out either.”

“…”

After seeing Tan Xiang off, he returned to his room and found Yue Rui still asleep on the bed, so he put down the sachet and new clothes and went to the backyard.

Yang Shifei tidied up his mood, looked down at his fists, contemplated for a long time, and then suddenly threw out a series of rapid punches and kicks.

Having faced real strong opponents in succession, he now understood his own shortcomings.

Even though he had the cold energy to compensate for his qualifications and physique, to control his own destiny, he needed to practice diligently without a moment of slackness.

As the night grew darker and the cold rain fell, only one figure remained standing in the courtyard, sweating profusely as he continued to train.

Until the rain stopped and the mist cleared, and the deep moon shone brightly.

Inside and outside the city, there was silence, with no one aware of the sharp punches breaking through the mist, gradually illuminating the heart.