The Strongest Abandoned Woman of Immortal Cultivation

“You were the first daughter of the Yu family. It’s a good thing you don’t have to burn incense for your ancestors. You actually want to run away, don’t you? Under the supervision of the Yu family guards, do you think you can escape?” Mu Qingxi made a fuss. She reached out and touched her daughter’s forehead to see if she had burnt her brain.

Holding her mother’s hand, Yu Youwei said, “I’m so sober. There must be a demon if something goes wrong. Mother, the Yu family has been indifferent to me all these years and suddenly asked me to go back to marry. There’s nothing here. There’s a ghost doing some tricks.”

“I’ve inquired and said that the fourth wife was married to someone a bit far away. The fourth wife was reluctant to bear the eldest lady.” Mu Qingxi said, and she had kept it from her daughter. These years, the Yu family actually paid living expenses according to the standard of the prostitute. Even the nurse and the maid. The elders did not let her return to the Yu family because they didn’t want the fourth lady to be sad.

“It’s the Fourth Lady Yu. I’m afraid that if the fourth lady is sad, the Yu family won’t admit it. The Yu family, whom I have been living with as an illegitimate daughter in Mujiazhuang. Since she is reluctant to marry off her daughter to somewhere far away, I have to admit my ancestral heritage and return to the family to marry. What do I owe them in my previous life?

“Daughter, will you at least recognize your ancestors and return to the clan before you run away? Your father is also hopeful that…” For a moment, Mu Qingxi mentioned Yu Youwie’s father and then vigilantly failed to say anything. She picked up the soup bowl and got scalded again.

Yu Youwei’s depressed mood made her mother amused, and laughingly said, “Don’t be so nervous, I won’t force you to tell me about my father.” She took away the teacup her mother was holding and wiped it distressedly. There were tears on Jiaohao’s face, “Knowing the Yu family is a hot Kang, my father will not let me jump if there is a spirit under Jiuquan.”

“Your father really said that when you are born, you are given credit for your mother’s name. If you are a daughter, marry as the protagonist of the Yu family.” Mu Qingxi unwillingly persuaded her. There was a heartbreaking sadness on the baby’s face.

“According to Yu Shiyu, my name was already added to genealogy before the Ning family came. Look, this is my identity card. I have already recognized the master with her blood. I am now Miss Yu Jiu.” Wei took out a maple leaf-shaped topaz with a visible leaf network and entered spiritual power. The word “Yu” appeared on the front of the jade plate and detailed personal information on the back.

Faking the identity of the Yu family’s children is impossible, and Mu Qingxi also recognized it. After receiving it, she was so excited that she turned over to the door and knelt and bowed to the door. “The Spirit of Heaven blessed the Fourth Lord. Youwei finally recognized it. The ancestor is back!”

It has nothing to do with the dead, father. Obviously, it was the Yu family who found value in her. Yu Youwei is angry, but she admires the old soul. To whom her mother was loyal after many years.

“Youwei, you have to go back to the family. There’s nothing to be ashamed about in marrying into the Ning family. Ning Qiye is affectionate, and Mrs. Ning Qi is kind-hearted. Even if the Fourth Young Master does something horrid, it is better than marrying a trafficker or a pawn.” Mu Qingxi suddenly grabbed Yu Youwei’s hand and said with visible anxiety in her eyes.

After taking a sip of Skylark Wild Mushroom Soup, Yu Youwei put down the spoon and wiped her mouth with the kerchief, and slowly said, “It doesn’t it matter if you marry a fool or a seedling?”

“Listen to my mother and marry!” Mu Qingxi beggingly said, with a panicked looked in her teary eyes. She swallowed air every time she wanted to say something.

“Is the Fourth Lady really that impressive?” Yu Youwei asked curiously but didn’t expect any answers from her mother. She wished her mother didn’t answer, but that wish didn’t come true.

Mu Qingxi referred to herself as a coarse porcelain bowl and compared to the Fourth Lady of the Yu, who was like a white jade beauty bottle, precious and fragile. After she married into the Yu family, the elders, her uncles, and the concubines loved and took good care of her. At that time, the Fourth Master Yu died, fearing that her daughter-in-law would be hurt. It was the mistress of the Yu family who sent the girls in the Fourth Son’s room. Even Mu Qingxi, who was determined to be pregnant at the time, was sent out of the house. There was only one woman under Si Ye’s knee.

“If you refuse to marry into the Ning family, you will have to wed Rushuang, which will cause the Fourth wife to be sad and lead the whole Mu family to be unlucky.” Mu Qingxi said as she groaned.

Holding the mother’s hand, the palm of the sword has a thick cocoon, an old scar across ugly like a centipede, and you can notice several wounds on the arm when you roll up your sleeves. Yu Youwei said to Mazui, “Don’t try too hard, learn to take care of yourself and live for yourself.”

“Vil, I…”

“I’ll go with Yu Shiyu tomorrow. Mother, please go talk to them.” She released her mother’s hand, and Yu Youwei smiled. She got back up and went back to her boudoir, closed the door, and shut her complicated gaze out of the door.

[ED/N]: Boudoir is a woman’s bedroom or private room.

Yu Youwei’s boudoir is not big and has no furniture. It’s not that my mother is reluctant to buy some, but it’s because she likes the simplicity and openness of the house. The bookshelf opposite side of the bed occupies that entire wall, filled with various books. Red sandalwood carved bookcase is placed in the middle 0f the room, and the newly folded sweet-scented osmanthus is in the binaural vase on the case.

A red-billed bird chittered and jumped on the table. It did not dodge when it saw Yu walking over. Like a black bean’s eyeballs turning steadily, looking horrifying. Sitting down by the table, Yu Youwei grabbed it, took a thin paper roll on the bird’s leg, and unfolded it. It was a palm-sized topographic map. There was a red line on the map. The two ends of the red line marked “Mujiazhuang,” and the other end was “Dongling Mansion,” there were three red dots in the middle of the red line, but there were no marks.

After two glances, Yu Youwei clamped the map between her fingers, and two clusters of blue and white core flames emerged from her fingertips. The map quickly turned into ashes. She dipped the paper in ink, she got up to the window and threw it out. She returned to her bed and lay down.

Before long, a faint red light came out of Yu Youwei’s body, and as her breathing surged like waves, ripples began to form with her in the center. This strange phenomenon lasted until morning. The red light gradually faded. When it was over, she opened her eyes and exhaled in relief.

As she shook the rope next to her bed, a bell rang outside. The maids immediately sent water to wait for her to wash, and nurses also came in and packed her luggage. Since a maid betrayed Yu Youwei in her previous life, she was cold and indifferent to them. The maids were cautious with their words and deeds. Even if they knew she wouldn’t come back after today.

“Let’s all go down.” Yu Youwei waved her hand, let the maid go out, and lay back on the couch.

“Wei, it’s about to start.” Mu Qingxi said as she opened the door. Her eyes were red and swollen like rotten peaches. She must have stayed up all night.

Yu Youwei stretched her arms and sat up to see if the sky outside was still foggy. She yawned and said, “It’s still early. How can Yu Shiyu’s big radish get up so early?”

“Second Young Master cultivates assiduously. Like the Fourth Master, he always wakes up in the middle of the night to practice. Now he is eating breakfast. “Mu Qingxi came over and sat on the couch, bowing her head like a child who made a mistake and said, “Youwei isn’t your mother cold-blooded? Knowing that there is a problem with the Ning family, she forced you to wed.”

[ED/N]”I’m still not used to editing these kinds of novels without changing too much of the context, but I think I made good progress compared to the earlier chapters. I hope it’s a bit more understandable now.]