Chapter 65: Does Your Conscience Not Ache?

Yan Muer felt a trace of confusion in her heart. Was he trying to drive her away? Could it be that her identity had been exposed? That shouldn’t be possible—no one could see through a demon’s human disguise. No, that bald-headed wretch just wanted her gone. Outrageous! Why not drive her off instead?

She was infuriated to the point of explosion.

Yan Muer slowly sat down, her voice frail and delicate as she said, “Thank you, husband, for your concern. My health is fragile. I only hope you won’t despise me. So long as I nurse myself properly, I’ll be able to bear children for you and the Ye family.” As she finished, tears began to stream down her face.

Damn it!

Ye Kun glanced at his parents, then at Yan Muer. What on earth was happening? Were girls these days all so formidable? Just to marry him, would they go to any lengths?

Dongmen Meng spoke sorrowfully, “Kun, on the way here, Muer’s maidservant of many years died unexpectedly. Muer is utterly exhausted in body and spirit.”

So it was that tragic.

Ye Kun understood his mother’s meaning: This is your problem to solve. But Yan Muer had come, and even lost her maid along the way.

“My poor Hua’er, we grew up together, and now…wuu wuu wuu…” Yan Muer’s tears fell like rain, her role as a person of deep feeling and loyalty now firmly established.

Initially, Ye Kun thought Yan Muer was putting on an act, but hearing his mother’s words, he felt she truly was grieving. Look at her—crying so bitterly. She must have a kind heart.

Ye Kun’s mind raced wildly, and he finally decided to ask a few questions and “prescribe the right medicine,” since he knew nothing about Yan Muer.

“Muer, how old are you this year?” Ye Kun asked curiously.

At the side, Ye Li pursed her lips. Didn’t he say age didn’t matter? Yet he immediately asked such a private question.

“Husband, I am fifteen this year,” Yan Muer replied.

Damn it! Ye Li couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

She really couldn’t hold it back—she wanted to confront Yan Muer and ask, with a clear conscience, just how old she really was.

You claim you’re fifteen, but does your conscience not ache…

Just now, Yan Muer had already learned that Ye Kun was sixteen, so she deliberately shaved a year off. Boys always liked younger girls—her master had said as much. She could have claimed to be even younger, but her body wouldn’t allow it.

Ye Kun didn’t say much. She was a year younger than Ye Li, and those azure eyes of hers, the way she looked at him…it was as if she was inviting him to do as he pleased.

If not for his strong self-control, he might have already fallen for her. Yan Muer was born a temptress; every gesture could drive a man mad.

“Muer, can you tell me why you chose me?” Ye Kun asked again, a question more difficult to answer. After all, they had never met, yet she was set on him for life—there had to be a reason.

Look at Ye Li; she’d claimed his bald head was attractive…

Yan Muer’s eyes flickered, but she quickly responded, her voice soft and tinged with longing, “From the time I was a child, husband, you already dwelled in my heart.”

Everyone: “…”

“Father often spoke of you by my ear. You are a peerless talent, the hope of all the people in Taixi County. Though I had never met you, your majestic figure lingered in my mind day and night. Ever since I learned I was to become your wife, I have felt nothing but honor.”

Ye Kun’s jaw nearly hit the floor. Had he really become that outstanding? Why did he have no sense of it himself?

Yet, he had to admit, hearing those words made his head swell a little. Had he really charmed girls to this extent? He didn’t dare accept such praise…didn’t dare at all…

Ye Li felt that speech sounded strangely familiar—wasn’t this the ultimate display of flattery? She’d met a true rival!

Ye Ming and Dongmen Meng hadn’t expected it either. Yan Muer had already been enamored with their Kun Kun for so long, and so deeply. Judging by her attitude, she would marry no one else. Just moments ago, they’d thought, if Muer wasn’t willing, perhaps their Qin Qin could be considered…

If Ye Qin knew this, he’d surely protest, “Am I not your real child? If big brother doesn’t want her, you’ll toss her to me…why is my life so hard?”

Zhang Tiantian sneaked a glance at Xiao Ling next to him. If Xiao Ling ever spoke such words to him, he’d do anything for her.

Yet Yan Muer wasn’t finished.

“Husband, I know I am not an outstanding girl. I possess only a fair face. It is only natural that you look down on me. Your excellence is something I dare not covet. I only hope that you will glance at me now and then. If I can see your majestic figure every day, I will be content.”

Heavens…Ye Kun had never been so thoroughly impressed, but today, he had to acknowledge Yan Muer’s prowess. She made it seem criminal not to look at her directly.

These two girls were truly formidable! He felt completely outmaneuvered.

“Uh…Kun Kun, Muer has spoken from the bottom of her heart. As a man, you should give her a response,” Ye Ming said sternly. How was his son so popular with girls? Two at once! Why had he never had such luck?

“I…” Ye Kun began, but before he could finish, Yan Muer interrupted, “Husband, I understand. I won’t blame you. You and this sister are a perfect match. Just let me remain by your side as a servant, to wait upon you all my life. That is my greatest wish.”

No wonder she was a nine-tailed cat demon—her words not only elicited sympathy, but also freed her from having to become Ye Kun’s wife. She could stay by his side to take revenge if she wished. It was flawless!

Ye Li was seething inside. She called me sister! I bet she’s older than me! And she keeps insisting she doesn’t want to be someone’s wife—yet every other word is “husband.” She wants all the benefits without any of the costs—how could that be!

Was Ye Li the kind of woman to admit defeat so easily?

Yan Muer, is it? Let’s see who wins.

“Muer, don’t say that. It’s I who should serve at your side. You two are a perfect match. I, Ye Li, am just an unwanted orphan. If husband hadn’t taken pity on me and spent a gold coin to buy me, I don’t know where I’d be now—perhaps captured and sold as a slave to some rich man, living a life of misery.”

With that, Ye Li turned to Ye Kun, her voice gentle, “Husband, meeting you in this life is my greatest happiness. I do not ask to share your bed, but only to share your heart. Don’t trouble yourself over my feelings—think more for your own sake.”

At this point, Ye Kun was utterly bewildered. Something was wrong with both of these girls. Each claimed to care only for the other, yet it felt as if they’d like nothing more than to finish each other off.