My Gentle and Pure Sect Leader Husband-Chapter 10 - Day of Wearing a Disguise

Due to stealing the sarira from Chu Liuxiang, Yan Hongyin was in quite a good mood.

Although she had to compensate the black market with considerable silver to settle Chu Liuxiang’s actions, it was still more economical and less troublesome than competing in an auction with someone of unknown background.

If that person was truly the Sect Leader of the demonic sect, even if Yan Hongyin had outbid them in the end, it wouldn’t have been easy to take the item out of the black market.

Chu Liuxiang had coated the sarira with something to conceal its natural glow. Yan Hongyin took it out to examine between her fingers, sniffing lightly to confirm that the coating wouldn’t affect its medicinal properties. She wrapped the sarira in two layers of oiled paper, channeled her internal energy into her palm, and forcefully crushed it into fragments of varying sizes.

Ji Qing watched from the side with alarm, “Daren, shouldn’t you check…”

Chu Liuxiang would never risk offending the black market by stealing the sarira without good reason. This sarira must be more than just a medicine – perhaps washing away the disguise might reveal some information.

“There’s nothing to check,” Yan Hongyin unwrapped the oil paper to examine the broken surfaces of the sarira. This was indeed a sarira of exceptional quality. “Since Chu Liuxiang wanted this item, even though he has temporarily surrendered it to me, he will certainly come back for it someday. When that time comes, whatever is behind this sarira will be revealed with just one question.”

However, she absolutely needed to use the sarira. As for what Chu Liuxiang would face without getting the sarira…

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Yan Hongyin expressed that she both admired and believed in Chu Liuxiang’s ability to turn danger into safety.

“Go investigate any recent disturbances in the jianghu, especially paying attention to traces of the Western demonic sect.”

“Yes!”

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Yan Hongyin had originally planned to stay out for a few days, waiting until after completing the first stage of internal strength cultivation before returning to Yan Hong Hall.

However, since the sarira had unexpectedly fallen into her hands, and Ah Yu’s health had always been poor, it would be better to return early to give him medicine.

Thinking of this, Yan Hongyin changed her clothes, tucked the sarira into her sleeve, and returned home on the second morning after leaving.

Lianqiao was drying medicinal herbs in the front courtyard. Seeing Yan Hongyin enter, she asked in surprise, “Miss, why have you returned at this time?”

Among those at Yan Hong Hall, only the wet nurse who was also a Jinyiwei knew Yan Hongyin’s identity. The others like Lianqiao simply thought of Yan Hongyin as the young miss of the household who had taken them in.

“There was some trouble at the Merchant Guild, but it has nothing to do with us. Since we’re not far away, I decided to return first.” Yan Hongyin paused, then asked, “Where is…Guye?”

Even for Yan Hongyin, who was usually calm and composed, the words “Guye” felt somewhat awkward coming from her mouth.

“Earlier when I knocked on his door there was no response. Thinking that Guye’s health is poor and he might need more sleep, I didn’t call again. I was planning to try again in about an hour.”

Yan Hongyin remembered the several times Ah Yu had coughed up blood, her brows furrowed as she strode toward the back courtyard.

“I’ll go check.”

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The room’s door was closed. Yan Hongyin pushed hard but couldn’t open it – it seemed to be bolted from the inside.

Still not up?

That was possible.

It was only the hour of Mao, and with Ah Yu’s weak constitution, it would be normal for him to still be asleep. (TL: 5-7 AM)

Yan Hongyin thought for a moment, reached into her wide sleeve to touch the oil paper package containing the sarira, and decided to go grind the medicinal herbs first and consider a new prescription.

She had just turned to walk two steps toward the east when she ran into Ah Yu, who was wearing only thin undergarments and an inner robe in the autumn morning, pressing his hand against his chest as he slowly walked along the wall from behind the main courtyard building.

His face was pale, his lips bloodied, and fine beads of cold sweat could be seen faintly at his temples.

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Although Yu Luocha had been prepared, when he opened the pouch after Chu Liuxiang’s escape and saw the lake pearl inside, he still couldn’t suppress his anger at being fooled.

His influence in Lin’an Prefecture was limited, so he hadn’t been able to find more vicious hidden weapons and poisons, only roughly mixing some from Yan Hong Hall’s medicinal ingredients.

That poison could handle the manager but couldn’t take Chu Liuxiang’s life – however, Yu Luocha’s poison-making techniques came from the Western Regions and were quite tricky. With poisoned needles striking three of Chu Liuxiang’s acupoints, detoxifying would certainly not be pleasant.

However, engaging in combat with Chu Liuxiang had not been the right choice.

Yu Luocha’s internal energy had been disrupted, adding injury to injury. In this condition, he absolutely could not go to Fengsheng Pawnshop where he had used force to intimidate them, so he dragged his aching body over the wall of Yan Hong Hall’s back courtyard.

Before he had taken more than a few steps, Yu Luocha heard hurried footsteps approaching the main courtyard. After quick consideration, Yu Luocha took off his outer robe, which had many smooth tears from fighting with Chu Liuxiang, bundled it up and stuffed it into the large pear tree he had used to climb over the wall.

He was still wearing the undergarments and inner robes he had taken from here when he left, only that outer robe had been found by the Fengsheng Pawnshop manager.

Walking softly to the wall, Yu Luocha felt a sharp pain in his chest and couldn’t help turning his head to spit out a mouthful of black blood.

Hearing the footsteps that had stopped in front of the house for a moment before walking in this direction, Yu Luocha’s eyes darkened, his expression changing from gloomy anger to weak melancholy in an instant. His forcefully maintained steps immediately became unsteady as he slowly walked out.

His fingers whitened at the knuckles from the force of supporting himself against the wall.

“Ah Yu?!”

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Yan Hongyin quickly stepped forward to take Yu Luocha’s pulse, discovering that the internal energy in his meridians was completely chaotic, and there were even signs of stagnation in his heart. She frowned and said, “How did it deteriorate to this extent in just one night?”

Noticing that Yan Hongyin had a stable stance, Yu Luocha steeled himself and deliberately let his body go soft, leaning toward Yan Hongyin. He coughed lightly a few times, his voice weak and hoarse, “Sorry… I couldn’t sleep last night, so I thought to come out and look at the moonlight. I accidentally fell asleep and seem to have caught a chill…”

Hearing these words, Yan Hongyin felt a weight in her heart.

The night before last, when they had slept in the same place, Ah Yu had slept very peacefully. She had only been away for one day, and Ah Yu had…

They were newlyweds, and nothing had happened on their wedding night. The day after Ah Yu married her, she – who had earnestly promised to treat him well when proposing – had left without a trace. This behavior could only be described as breaking promises and being unfaithful.

“Let me take you back first.”

Yan Hongyin wrapped her cloak around Yu Luocha, extended her arms and half-embraced his waist, half-carrying him toward the door.

Yu Luocha’s eyelid twitched.

Yan Hongyin was much taller than ordinary women, and when Yu Luocha deliberately acted weak and hunched over, this woman actually made such a…such a gesture!

The sarira had not been obtained, and right now he still needed this woman’s medical skills… he couldn’t kill her.

— At least not now!

Yu Luocha bit his back teeth, suppressing the urge to strangle this woman, and maintained a position of leaning in Yan Hongyin’s embrace, following her steps toward the door.

When they reached the house, Yan Hongyin raised her hand to push the door but it wouldn’t open. Only then did she remember what had happened earlier, and her movements paused as her expression slightly changed.

If Ah Yu was outside… why would the door be bolted from the inside?

Yu Luocha also immediately realized this loophole.

He had jumped out the window last night and had bolted the door to prevent anyone from knocking and entering in the morning, but when he returned he happened to run into Yan Hongyin coming back and couldn’t go around to the window side…

“Yesterday I…”

“It’s not safe here. Ah Yu should move to my quarters tonight.”

Yu Luocha’s attempt at an excuse got stuck at his lips, unspoken: “?”

He had stayed up all night the day before, and last night he had gone out for the sarira. Today would he have to stay up all night again because of this woman?!

Yan Hongyin’s expression subtly changed several times, her gaze gradually shifting from uncertain hesitation to determination. The hand around Yu Luocha’s waist tightened slightly as she said in a low voice, “Don’t worry, I will definitely be a good wife to you. I won’t run away from my responsibilities anymore.”

Yu Luocha’s facade of weakness nearly crumbled.

What was this woman saying now? What did she intend to do?!

Yan Hongyin seemed to have gone through an internal struggle, took a deep breath, and painfully squeezed out two words, “…..husband.”

Yu Luocha’s gentle and melancholic expression completely froze on his face.