Ah Yin Is an Old Woman? I Think She'd Make a Fine Wife

night.

Deep within the Blue Silver Forest, all was so quiet that only the soft rustling of the wind through the grass could be heard.

The lake reflected the starry sky, like a mirror paved with shattered silver.

A Small Wooden House has appeared on the lakeside sometime recently.

The wood grain was still fresh, carrying the unique fragrance of grass and wood, mixed with the faint scent of Blue Silver Grass in the air.

Lin Qingmo lay on the wooden bed covered with thick Soul Beast fur, the soft downy fur against the back of his neck, warm and cozy.

These furs were all prepared by Ah Yin herself.

It was as white as snow, without a single blemish; lying on it felt like sinking into a cloud.

He rolled over, trying to ignore the gaze that kept fixed on him.

Ah Yin sat on the wooden stool by the bed, her hands folded on her knees, her posture as upright as that of a well-mannered young lady from a prominent family.

Her face was delicate and gentle, with a tenderness in her eyes that only women from water towns possess.

Her hair fell to her waist, with the ends almost touching the ground.

She quietly gazed at Lin Qingmo, a very faint smile playing on her lips, as if she were looking at some precious treasure.

Lin Qingmo buried her face in the fur.

It's useless.

That gaze is still there.

There was no hostility, no scrutiny, just a pure, gentle gaze, so gentle it made one feel uneasy.

He finally couldn't resist peeking out from under the fur.

"Ah Yin, don't you need to rest?"

Ah Yin tilted her head slightly, a strand of hair falling from her temple. She raised her hand to tuck it behind her ear, her tone gentle. "This is my Spirit Body; it doesn't need to sleep."

"A-Qing, you can sleep peacefully. I'll stay here and watch over you."

Lin Qingmo opened his mouth.

Guard it.

This word is so aptly used that it leaves one speechless.

He's not a three-year-old child who needs someone to sit by his bedside and watch him fall asleep.

But Ah Yin spoke with a serious expression, her blue eyes conveying a sense of entitlement that left no room for rebuttal.

"..."

Lin Qingmo simply closed his eyes.

Forget it, if I can't afford to offend them, can't I at least avoid them?

With a sudden thought, he opened the Chat Group interface in his mind.

A semi-transparent Light Screen unfolded in the darkness, the Chat Group interface was clean and simple, and several familiar nicknames lit up in the member list.

[Daddy Douluo]: Are you all asleep?

The reply appeared on the Light Screen within two seconds of the message being sent.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: I'm not asleep. What brings you out of bed in the middle of the night?

[Little Witch]: I haven't rested yet, A-Qing, where have you been lately? I haven't seen you speak in the group for a long time.

Ning Rongrong bit her lip.

She had finished absorbing the Spirit Ring, but when she opened her eyes she saw that Lin Qingmo was not there, and she felt a lot of gratitude in her heart.

My fingers tapped rapidly on the Light Screen, typing a few words, then deleting them, then typing again.

In the end, I only sent a simple greeting.

What she really wanted to ask was what A-Qing was doing in the Star Dou Great Forest.

But saying that out loud would be too obvious, and the other people in the group would become suspicious.

[A Rogue Rabbit]: A-Qing, you're still up so late?

Inside the tent.

The Xiao Wu scorpion braids were spread out and laid on the pillow.

She typed the line with a pout, feeling a little sour inside.

She could roughly guess where Lin Qingmo had gone.

Blue Silver Forest, Ah Yin... Hmph.

[Daddy Douluo]: It's not exactly the wilderness, I'm currently in the Blue Silver Forest.

Lin Qingmo glanced at Ah Yin.

The next second, a picture that had been taken was sent to the Chat Group.

In the picture, Ah Yin sits quietly on a wooden stool, her long hair flowing like a waterfall.

His profile was bathed in a warm glow in the dim light.

Her silhouette was so soft, like a lady stepping out of a painting.

Her body did indeed have a slight, barely perceptible transparency at the edges, as if viewed through a very thin layer of mist.

But this does not diminish her breathtaking beauty in the slightest.

The Chat Group was silent for about three breaths.

[Bingbing]: Why does her body look somewhat transparent? Spirit Body?

Ice Empress immediately saw through the deception.

As one of the rulers of the Far North, she has an extremely keen perception of things like souls and Spirit Body.

The woman in this picture has a very subtle anomaly at the boundary between her body and the surrounding light and shadow, which is imperceptible to the average person, but she can see it clearly.

[Daddy Douluo]: That's right, this is Ah Yin's Spirit Body.

[Heavenly Snow Woman]: Is she Ah Yin, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor?

The Snow Empress stood atop the highest point of the Far North Ice Plains, the biting wind whipping snowflakes across her skirt.

A hint of scrutiny appeared in her icy blue eyes.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, the Blue Silver Emperor, a human's wife... From learning these things in the Chat Group, she realized that Ah Yin's identity involved too many things.

[Big-Breasted Kitty]: So pretty.

Zhu Zhuqing stopped typing after typing those three words.

She wasn't a talkative person to begin with.

But the woman in the picture is indeed beautiful; her gentle, innate temperament is a type she has never seen before.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Tsk, she is indeed very beautiful, with an indescribable gentleness.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: A-Qing, you little rascal, you don't have any ulterior motives towards her, do you?

Liu Erlong sat cross-legged in his tent, poking at the Light Screen with his fingers, making a loud popping sound.

She remembered Lin Qingmo mentioning that he was leaving, and she felt something was off then.

In the middle of the night, a man and a woman were alone in a room. Although Ah Yin was Spirit Body, Spirit Body is still a woman.

[The Pope Herself]: Are you alone with her now?

The candlelight flickered faintly in Bibi Dong's bedchamber.

She leaned back on the soft couch, having changed out of her purple-gold Pope robes and into a plain white dress.

When she typed those words, she used more force with her fingers than usual.

Ah Yin was sitting next to Lin Qingmo, and she could see the Chat Group's Light Screen.

When she saw the phrase "wrong thoughts," her expression froze for a moment, and a faint blush rose to the tips of her ears.

But her composure allowed her to maintain a calm facade, though her fingers, hidden in her sleeves, subtly tightened their grip on the fabric of her dress.

[Green Green Grass]: A-Qing probably wouldn't, after all, Ah Yin is considered an... old woman.

After typing this line, Ah Yin secretly glanced at Lin Qingmo's profile.

He was focused on the Chat Group's Light Screen and didn't notice her subtle movements.

Ah Yin let out a soft breath, but her heartbeat just wouldn't slow down.

[Daddy Douluo]: What old woman? Ah Yin looks young and beautiful, she's perfect to marry.

"!!!

Ah Yin seemed to have been put on pause.

Her bright blue eyes widened slightly, and her lips moved gently.

My fingertips curled up unconsciously, and my heart skipped a beat for a moment.

Spirit Body, she didn't have a real heart, but at this moment, something was pounding violently in her chest, so fast that it made her a little panicked.

A-Qing said she was young and beautiful.

A-Qing said she was the kind of woman he would marry.

These two sentences played on repeat in Ah Yin's mind, each word as clear as if it were engraved in her mind.