Chapter 976: True Name
Xia Feng couldn’t see Ke Yanqing’s eyes, but he vaguely felt a fleeting chill.
He remained calm, tilting his head slightly in the wheelchair, and asked in a low, confused voice, “Sister Qing, what’s wrong?”
“…”
The young man’s concerned tone made Ke Yanqing’s murderous gaze falter. She raised the umbrella, revealing her full face. Her expression had already returned to gentle, her cool, watery eyes fixed on him as she smiled faintly, “It’s fine. You were startled yesterday, Sister Qing was just worried about you.”
As she spoke, she walked behind Xia Feng and pushed his wheelchair towards the bathroom.
At the same time, she continued to observe her surroundings out of the corner of her eye, indeed finding no traces of any assassin corpses.
Could it be that the assassins sent by Corvis had not arrived yet?
Or perhaps, they had already been instantly killed by Konan and their bodies disposed of.
It was impossible for the sickly Konan to possess such strength.
Therefore, if it was the latter possibility, it undoubtedly meant that Konan was truly a being under the Calamity Karma Power, and Konan was not her brother.
Heh—not her brother?
Ke Yanqing’s eyes, which hid a touch of madness, lowered slightly. They became cool, gentle, and serene again. Just then, the young man in the wheelchair also turned his head to look up.
The face, with the upper half covered by a black mask, did not reveal the true face. However, judging from the outline of the lower half, one could imagine his handsome features.
Ke Yanqing recalled for a moment and suddenly realized that she couldn’t remember her younger brother’s specific appearance. It seemed as if her younger brother had always worn a mask since childhood due to his disfigurement.
The Karma Binding of Calamity usually did not change one’s appearance or age. This meant that the true appearance of the person before her was indeed like this, with at most changes in hair color and physical health.
It had to be said, this was truly… Ke Yanqing’s slender hand pressed on the young man’s shoulders, her strength increasing.
“Sister Qing? It hurts…” Xia Feng felt something was increasingly wrong, but he still maintained the tone of a startled little deer.
Moreover, why was this woman pushing him to the bathroom?
“Come, Konan, take off your shirt.” A cool, gentle voice passed by his ear, and the slender hands behind him moved down to his abdomen, lifting the hem of his shirt.
“?!” Xia Feng’s face was full of question marks, “Sister Qing, what are you doing?”
“Those maids are not efficient. Sister Qing has some free time, so I’ll help you clean up.”
Wait, sister, don’t you have any boundaries?
Besides, the Calamity Poison is spreading outside! Shouldn’t you, a dignified maid-in-waiting, do something about it! Xia Feng’s scalp tingled, and he felt something was increasingly wrong.
In the memories fabricated for him by the Calamity rules, Ke Yanqing was not this intimate with him.
But before Xia Feng could think further, his upper body had already been stripped.
Ke Yanqing, holding him, walked directly into the already filled bathtub. Her qipao quickly clung to her calves as it got wet, and her perky buttocks created an alluring curve against the edge of the handrail as she slowly slid down, half-submerged in the water.
Xia Feng didn’t understand why she was acting crazy and wasn’t sure whether to resist. While he hesitated, he was already lying in the arms of the woman in the qipao.
“Relax.” A soft command sounded by his ear. Xia Feng’s mind went blank. For some reason, he actually relaxed his entire body and went limp, his head sinking into the misty green mountains.
Two slender hands caressed his chest. Her cool fingertips slid down, as if a brush sketching ethereal landscapes on a painting.
“Heh~” Ambiguous warm breath tickled his ear. The celestial voice seemed to come from an infinitely distant Wonderland, making one’s mind hazy.
“Tell Sister, what is your true name?”
In a certain house, the lights were dim.
A tall figure stood with his hands behind his back before a floor-to-ceiling window. A subordinate hurried up behind him and said in a deep voice:
“Young Master, the maid-in-waiting has suddenly returned to the small courtyard!”
The man wore an abyssal black coat over a British-style white shirt, with the buttons casually open. His handsome face was slicked back, and his androgynous eyes were calm and indifferent.
Upon hearing his subordinate’s report, he frowned slightly but was not flustered.
He had thought he could resolve his useless brother amidst the chaos and then arrange the scene to shift the blame to the Heavenly Gifted Calamity Poison.
This decision was made on the spur of the moment and lacked detailed planning.
But it seemed… Sister Qing knew about it almost instantly. It was obvious that Sister Qing had planted a mole beside him.
Heh heh~ He didn’t mind Ke Yanqing extending her influence into his territory. After all, didn’t this show that Sister Qing cared about him?
However, mere concern was far from enough.
Corvis could achieve first place in all aspects. Among his peers in the Golden Sparrow’s Eighth Generation, he had always been far ahead.
Now, he was on the verge of becoming a Venerable. At least for his age, such a rapid pace of becoming a Venerable was something that almost no super geniuses from previous generations had achieved.
His first Dao Fruit was very powerful, but it also brought various obstacles to becoming a Venerable.
The biggest obstacle among them was the need to overcome inner demons.
His feelings for Sister Qing had long surpassed the scope of siblings, filled with perverse possessiveness. But unfortunately, Sister Qing had always only treated him as a brother, which had caused him to develop inner demons.
To overcome his inner demons, he had sought an alternative path, wanting to find someone with a similar temperament to Sister Qing as a substitute. Unfortunately, due to the strong intervention of the Element Holy See, they had failed to even meet, and the marriage alliance had failed.
However, it was fine. He had now found a way to make Sister Qing willing to set aside morals and accept him.
As for that daughter of a minor noble from the Mu Clan, it was her loss for not seizing a great blessing.
Corvis tapped his knuckles lightly on the window, contemplating for a moment.
As for Ke Yanqing discovering that he had sent assassins, it was not a big deal. He hadn’t done it before eight years ago anyway.
Corvis recalled that eight years ago, when he tried to assassinate Konan, Sister Qing had only scolded him angrily and confined him to his room for reflection, which was not painful or itchy at all.
After all, his palm and the back of his hand were both flesh. Although Sister Qing appeared decisive on the surface, she was actually indecisive. She wouldn’t do anything to the extreme unless it was absolutely necessary.
Moreover, he was her most cherished younger brother. Corvis smiled and turned around, “Let’s go. Sister Qing should be calling me over to receive my punishment.”
“But, Young Master, the Calamity is still spreading outside, and the resistance from various military divisions has not yielded effective results.”
“It’s fine. After all, it’s time to see my useless brother.”
“Heh~~” Ambiguous warm breath tickled his ear. A delicate hand gently stroked his chest. Xia Feng’s black eyes were dazed, his head sinking backward as if about to be pulled into the abyss by the enchanting voice, ‘Tell Sister, what is your true name?’
His mind wavered, wanting to speak his true name.
Of course, more than that, he wanted to laugh. Xia Feng truly wanted to laugh. This foolish maid-in-waiting dared to cast an illusion on someone whose mental power had reached the Divine Realm?
“My true name is Konan,” Xia Feng said blankly. Ke Yanqing couldn’t help but be startled. She had spared no expense to get this person’s true name but seemed to have guessed wrong?
He, was he really her brother? Ke Yanqing was also stunned for a moment. At this moment, “Sister Qing, why are you asking me this?”
As the young man in her arms whispered in confusion, he suddenly turned, pinning her hands by the wrists above her head, and looked down at her.
A wooden hairpin in her hair, black silk clinging to her lips, her cool, gentle, beautiful eyes had not yet recovered from their daze when they became even more vacant and lost. Her entire body relaxed, and her red lips mechanically parted.
(End of this chapter)
