Was it you that night?
Chapter 137 - 135: The Fatal Interrogation of Wuya

Chapter 137: Chapter 135: The Fatal Interrogation of Wuya

"I’ll say it one more time, Junior Sister An, watch your mouth, or the consequences will be unpredictable," Yan Changsheng said before leaving on his sword.

An Lu glanced back in the direction of the Simple Residence Courtyard, a cold smirk forming at the edge of her lips.

She was waiting to see when Shen Qinghe would fall from her high place.

Once everyone had left, the Simple Residence Courtyard immediately became deserted.

Shen Zhiyao, fearing that her dear sister would make some sensational claim and offend Dongfang Wuya, was about to secretly use her mana to sober Shen Qinghe up when Dongfang Wuya noticed her slight movement. "I will tend to Shen Qinghe myself; you leave!" he said.

Shen Zhiyao gave a forced smile, her face tinged with embarrassment, "How could I dare to trouble Mr. Wuya? Qinghe is just like this when she’s drunk. Let me take care of her."

Dongfang Wuya looked at her with a smile that was not quite a smile, which made her feel uncertain.

She didn’t dare to say anything else and, quite unheroically, abandoned Qinghe, who was still muttering to herself, to go to the courtyard and pass the time by admiring the moon.

Dongfang Wuya helped Shen Qinghe into the bedroom, had her sit properly in front of the bed, and saw her leaning this way and that, so he simply straightened her shoulders. "If you have any more grievances against me, tell me all at once," he said.

Shen Qinghe yawned and flopped down on the bed without a care.

But as she was halfway down, Dongfang Wuya straightened her up again using his mana.

She didn’t bother with her posture and closed her eyes, drowsing off and actually managing to fall asleep.

Dongfang Wuya found this curious. Just a moment ago, when she was reprimanding him, she didn’t even pause for breath, and her words were eloquent.

And now she could sleep in front of him?

"Shen Qinghe, I am speaking to you. Don’t think you can get away with pretending to be drunk..."

Dongfang Wuya didn’t finish his sentence before Shen Qinghe had burrowed into his arms, her head rubbing against him.

This left him unsure whether to push her away or to let her be.

"Elder sister, my head is spinning; I want to sleep," Shen Qinghe said, hugging Dongfang Wuya’s waist with a childishly sweet tone, clearly acting spoiled.

Dongfang Wuya thought to himself that she was clearly using her charms on him; he hardly looked like Shen Zhiyao, did he?

Shen Zhiyao, worried that Dongfang Wuya would be violent to the drunken Shen Qinghe, had no mood for moon gazing and came back to check on them.

After waiting a while and hearing no noise from the bedroom, she curiously peeked inside.

She saw Dongfang Wuya’s hand pressed against Shen Qinghe’s temples, actually casting spells to help her.

She also heard Mr. Wuya chiding her sister in a voice too tender for the situation, "To be a cultivator and still get drunk, you really are capable!"

To her, his tone sounded a bit helpless and oddly indulgent.

Indeed, Qinghe had been taken away once before, and Mr. Wuya was the first to chase after her. Perhaps they had experienced something during that time that she had not yet had the chance to fully understand.

If Mr. Wuya weren’t one of the male leads, perhaps he truly would be a good match for Qinghe?

Once Shen Zhiyao was sure that Dongfang Wuya would not be rough with Qinghe, she stopped spying and went back to the courtyard to drink another cup of wine.

Qinghe had told her about the plot of the book, but without specifics; she only knew that all three male leads were in Sky Pole Sect, and the female lead was Nan Sheng.

In the future, these three major male leads would fight over Nan Sheng, causing unrest in the Three Realms, and each of the three male leads would turn dark, becoming genuine crazed protagonists.

A character like Qinghe, meant to die early, shouldn’t be doted on by a male lead like Mr. Wuya.

Even if he were to dote on someone, Mr. Wuya should be doting on Nan Sheng.

After waiting for about an hour, Shen Zhiyao really couldn’t hold back and ran back to peek again.

She saw her dear younger sister actually cuddling with Dongfang Wuya in bed again, their posture embracing each other was truly intimate; she had never been held like that by Qinghe.

Shen Zhiyao, feeling melancholic, went out into the courtyard, deciding that when Dongfang Wuya came out, she would ask what he really thought.

Qinghe might be naive, but she certainly was not.

Qinghe trusted Dongfang Wuya so much that every time he took liberties with her, she still spoke in his defense. Once or twice could be overlooked, but how could it be tolerated time and time again?

Continuing like this, it was very possible that Dongfang Wuya would take complete advantage of her, and in the future, Qinghe still had to marry.

It wasn’t until the fourth watch of the night that Dongfang Wuya finally emerged at a leisurely pace.

Shen Zhiyao stepped forward to block his path, "I’ve had a question for Mr. Wuya for a long time, and I would trouble Mr. Wuya to resolve the confusion in my heart."

Dongfang Wuya had a feeling that Shen Zhiyao wouldn’t be asking anything pleasant, but she was Shen Qinghe’s sister.

"I want to know whether Mr. Wuya regards Qinghe as a woman, or merely sees her as a promising Sect Disciple. If it’s the former, does Mr. Wuya plan to continue this ambiguous relationship with Qinghe indefinitely? If it’s the latter, don’t you think sleeping while holding Qinghe is too intimate?" Shen Zhiyao, in one breath, expressed the doubts in her heart, unable to hold them back any longer.

A real man would clarify things today, rather than keeping Qinghe in an unclear and ambiguous relationship like now.

Qinghe had been hurt by love once before; she couldn’t let Qinghe face the same embarrassment again.

Dongfang Wuya had not expected Shen Zhiyao to ask such a pointed question, and he too couldn’t sort out his own feelings.

But the questions raised by Shen Zhiyao were blunt and hit the nail on the head.

"Is my question that hard to answer?" Shen Zhiyao asked earnestly.

After a long silence, Dongfang Wuya finally said, "I regard her as a Sect Disciple, nothing more."

"I understand. I will convey Mr. Wuya’s answer to Qinghe. Let’s put it this way, Qinghe will eventually have to marry someone in the future, and I believe she will meet a male cultivator with whom her heart resonates and become Daoist companions. Before that happens, Mr. Wuya must not tarnish Qinghe’s reputation. Even though the cultivation world has an open-minded attitude towards these things, I still hope that Mr. Wuya can be mindful of the distance between you and Qinghe, and no longer behave inappropriately, especially not like tonight where you were holding Qinghe while sleeping!" Shen Zhiyao said with a stern expression.

Dongfang Wuya pursed his lips tightly, nodded slightly without saying a word, and disappeared from Simple Residence Courtyard in an instant.

Shen Zhiyao stood dazed for a long time, unsure whether to feel relieved or regretful.

No matter what Dongfang Wuya felt for Qinghe in his heart, it was certain that he didn’t intend to be with Qinghe; otherwise, he wouldn’t have responded by saying he only saw her as a Sect Disciple.

She had long heard that Dongfang Wuya was indifferent to romantic affairs; it seems that this was true.

No wonder Qinghe mentioned that, in the books, Dongfang Wuya and Nan Sheng didn’t have any emotional entanglement; this seemed to fit with Dongfang Wuya’s character of being untainted by worldly pleasures.

Shen Qinghe suddenly woke up when it was still dark.

Shen Zhiyao was meditating beside her, and upon seeing her awake, she leaned in and asked, "Do you have a headache?"

Shen Qinghe shook her head, "Not at all."

Shen Zhiyao, recalling how Dongfang Wuya had cast spells to help Qinghe sober up the night before, once again marveled that Dongfang Wuya, an outsider, did a better job than she as a sister.

"Qinghe, there’s something I need to make clear to you."

Seeing the serious look on Shen Zhiyao’s face, Shen Qinghe sat up straight and responded, "Elder sister, just say it. I’m listening."