At the jade flute in the red-clothed woman's hand, a flush rose to Zhuo Qingyan's snow-white face. She had been angered red.
"Yuan Wenrui!" Zhuo Qingyan gritted out.
"That's right, Qingyan's little sister's fiancé from back then." The red-clothed woman nodded with a smile.
"He was never my fiancé!" Zhuo Qingyan snapped. "That wolf-hearted, dog-lunged wretch! Back then, County Magistrate Yuan didn't think much of him at all. It was my father who pitied him and took him in!
Yet he repaid kindness with enmity, falsely accused my father of embezzling the treasury's silver, and pinned that black pot on him, leaving my father to die with injustice in his heart. I wish I could eat his flesh and drink his blood!"
The red-clothed woman waved a hand. "That is all in the past. Lord Yuan is now the prefect of Changping Prefecture, overseeing all affairs of an entire prefecture. Even His Majesty has to give him some face.
If little sister married him and fulfilled the marriage bond from thirty years ago, that would be a fine thing as well. By then, perhaps even I would have to live by little sister's favor and curry favor with her."
"He can keep dreaming!" Zhuo Qingyan's eyes reddened. "He knows I became a vengeful ghost with a hundred years of Cultivation Level, yet he still dares come looking for me?"
The red-clothed woman smiled like a blooming flower and reminded Zhuo Qingyan, "Little sister, do not forget His Majesty."
Zhuo Qingyan froze at those words and sobered at once. She looked at the red-clothed woman. "You are one of Golden Wind's old ghost's two consorts?"
"You may call me Sister Consort Yu." The red-clothed woman chuckled.
Zhuo Qingyan stared coldly at the red-clothed woman. Though she almost never left the estate,