Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 917: Since ancient times, scholars have been fickle, all their actions are heartless.

Chapter 917: Chapter 917: Since ancient times, scholars have been fickle, all their actions are heartless.

Huo Qi extended his trembling hand to the female Puppet, his body swept by a surge of guilt, rendering him helpless and in indescribable pain.

Wu Fan pulled down his hand that was reaching out to the female Puppet, her eyes blazing with fury as she stared at the female Puppet and said sternly, "Do not confuse Huo Qi’s heart here. Do you not understand that humans and Puppets are on different paths?!"

When Huo Qi’s hand was pulled away, he realized how inappropriate his actions had been.

The female Puppet, looking down on Wu Fan from her superior position, her expression disdainful, embodied the poise and elegance of a noble lady, "Who are you to lecture me?"

Wu Fan sneered, "I am Huo Qi’s girlfriend!"

It was a statement made with certainty, yet to the ears of the others, it oddly conveyed a sense of her insecurity.

If she hadn’t confronted the female Puppet head-on, Wu Fan’s seven years of relationship with Huo Qi and their fated marriage in this life would have been her ultimate confidence.

She had always known that the female Puppet harbored unreliable intentions towards Huo Qi.

When had she found out? It must have been three years ago when the female Puppet was full of malevolence, more demon than Puppet.

Her gaze had always been fixed on Huo Qi, and Wu Fan had observed quietly for a while, slowly realizing something was not right, which left her feeling increasingly anxious and unsettled.

The female Puppet was acutely aware of every move Huo Qi made. Although they supposedly couldn’t see each other, her knowledge of her boyfriend was even greater than Wu Fan’s, inadvertently revealing a tacit understanding between them.

The moment that scared Wu Fan the most was when she and Huo Qi were watching a movie about the Southern Dynasty’s bygone era, depicting the emperor executing meritorious vassals.

Huo Qi expressed strong dissatisfaction with this scene, stating that despite the Southern Dynasty emperor’s many flaws, he never killed loyal ministers. The emperor of the Southern Dynasty expanded territory and reclaimed lost lands. If he had lived a few more years, he surely would have unified the world.

At that moment, Miss Duan of the female Puppet was behind them, also saying that although the Southern Dynasty emperor was wrathful, he was a good ruler, the Southern Dynasty’s greatest hero, revered by generations as an eternal emperor.

Their views on the Southern Dynasty emperor aligned, their words filled with admiration and respect, leaving Wu Fan feeling restless and unable to reveal her unease.

Hearing Wu Fan declare her claim, the female Puppet’s arched eyebrows lifted in pride, "I am of noble birth, the legitimate daughter of the Duan Family of the Southern Dynasty! My mother is the daughter of the current princess, my father a great scholar of the court. From childhood, I was cherished by my elders, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Suitors lined up from Capital City to the outskirts, and you..."

She pointed at Huo Qi, "You are just an interloper between him and me. In past and present lives, you are the third party. What gives you the confidence to argue with me? Is it that face that slightly resembles mine?"

Her last question was almost a shout, revealing the depth of her resentment.

Wu Fan’s delicate face twisted slightly as she bit back, "I don’t know about past lives, but in this life, I have loved Huo Qi for seven years, and we are already talking marriage!

If you are a spirit from hundreds of years ago, you should understand that the world has changed, people are not the same, and the past should not be brought up again!"

Oddly, she didn’t rebut the implications about interfering in Huo Qi and the female Puppet’s past relationship.

"Haha..." The female Puppet laughed, but the smile did not reach her eyes. She stared coldly at Wu Fan, "On what basis do you make such high-minded statements? Because you can reincarnate? Forget the past? Did I agree to that?!"

Her features contorted into an ominous grimace, her body radiating intense murderous intent, "If not for you, I would have long since married the man I love, and I wouldn’t have lingered in Purgatory for hundreds of years because of too deep an obsession!"

Wu Fan pressed her lips tightly, not uttering a word, simply glaring at the female Puppet with resentment.

Qin Ruan held her forehead, interrupting the standoff between the woman and the Puppet, "Will someone please tell me what on earth is going on? I’m completely lost here."

Meeting their gazes, Qin Ruan walked up to Huo Qi and reached out to help him up from the ground.

She warned the female Puppet and Wu Fan, "Huo Qi is a member of the Huo Family, and he is now reborn. It’s best not to let your dispute harm him. If he enters the Netherworld after a hundred years, nobody will meddle in your grievances."

Qin Ruan made her stance clear; Huo Qi was someone she would protect.

The female Puppet and Wu Fan exchanged a glance, each’s eyes brimming with mutual disdain.

Wu Fan’s recovered memories were few, mostly gleaned through dreams, and she did not speak up.

The female Puppet had lingered in Purgatory for hundreds of years, her past life’s memories long etched into her soul.

She looked at Huo Qi’s soulless, elegant features and chuckled lightly, "Hundreds of years ago in the prominent Duan Family of the Southern Dynasty, I was the sole legitimate daughter, basked in boundless glory. One day by chance on the street, I met the unrivaled gentleman. Our hearts resonated, but our social statuses were mismatched.

He said he would obtain honors and marry me with great fanfare. I waited for him for three years, and finally, news came that he was appointed by the Emperor as the Number One Scholar. Overnight, the unrivaled gentleman’s fame skyrocketed throughout the Southern Dynasty."

Since ancient times scholars have been fickle-hearted, composing the most passionate verses but committing the most heartless acts.

Qin Ruan quickly interjected, "I know this one, the fickle-hearted scholar gained his fame and then, forgetting his obligation, broke his promise and married someone else."

"Pfft!" The female Puppet was amused by Qin Ruan’s words.

She covered her mouth, looking at Qin Ruan with coy indignation, a gentle smile flashing across her softened features.

Seeing her reaction, Qin Ruan knew the truth was not as straightforward, and without feeling embarrassed, she pressed on, "Could it be that he kept his promise?"

With a grieving look in her eyes, the female Puppet turned to Huo Qi and said softly, "Yes, and no."

Wu Fan interjected from the side, "She died, unable to wait for the unrivaled gentleman to come and propose."

The female Puppet’s expression turned as cold as frost, and she turned back to angrily glare at Wu Fan, "Mind your own business!"

Wu Fan retorted sarcastically, "You died so cleanly, yet you cause so much trouble. What’s there not to say? Are you feeling guilty?"

"Me, guilty? It’s clearly you who are feeling guilty!"

The female Puppet charged at Wu Fan, reaching to strangle her neck and lifting her into the void.

The next second, she was repelled by the dark force bursting forth from Wu Fan.

After all, Wu Fan was a wizard, and she still had self-preservation skills.

She withdrew the Compass that had attacked the female Puppet, her eyes brimming with malevolence as she warned, "Don’t touch me, I find you ominous!"

The female Puppet was enraged, "You dare to despise me? If it weren’t for the Duan Family taking you in, where would you get your glory as Madam to the Number One Scholar!"

Wu Fan’s brows were tightly knit; there was much she did not remember, leaving her at the mercy of whatever the female Puppet claimed.

Her eyes slightly downcast, her voice softened somewhat with less anger, "I don’t remember the past; those grudges of hundreds of years are pointless to cling to any longer!"

The female Puppet herself just laughed, a laugh tinged with desolation, "Every day I wander aimlessly in Purgatory, not remembering who I am, not knowing where I came from or where I should go; it’s only the overwhelming obsession in my heart that prevents me from reincarnation.

You and the unrivaled gentleman lived carefreely in the Mortal World, while I endured the wails of despair that haunt Purgatory every day. That I haven’t gone mad or become utterly soul-shattered is due to the belief that keeps me searching for him.

Now you say it’s meaningless; how lightly you put it, but what about all the suffering I’ve endured all these years?!"