Three times married to Yama

"Have you forgotten the promise you made to me?"

"You share a lifespan with Yan Jinyue; you'll live for at least a thousand years. You've never even considered setting me free!"

"You heartless woman!"

Yun Fu's words were all accusations against me; if she had gotten any more agitated, she might have spat in my face.

I glanced at Yun Fu and said calmly, "Don't get so excited. My relationship with Yan Jinyue is still far from settled. He is the Lord of the Underworld, bearing great responsibilities, and he and I... are not on the same path."

Thinking about this, I sighed softly to myself. Our personalities don't match. If we really got together, would it cause any bad consequences?

At this moment, I had a strange feeling in my heart, and I couldn't quite put my finger on whether it was regret or pity.

Yun Fu sneered, "Not even a sliver of a stroke yet? But you've already made a dot! Just a few more strokes and the stroke will be complete, won't it?"

"Are you just making excuses?" I looked at Yun Fu in surprise, wondering where he had come up with these fallacies.

I rubbed my temples, took a deep breath, and continued to say to Yun Fu, "What I said before will not change. I will give you your freedom. Regardless of whether I share a lifespan with Yan Jinyue or not, I will set you free in fifty years."

Fifty years from now I'll be seventy, that'll be enough. At that time, it will be just right to let Yunfu go free. The moment she's free, the next second she'll tear my heart out.

Upon hearing this, Yun Fu's gloomy mood finally eased somewhat, but she still looked at me with suspicion.

"Really?" Yun Fu asked suspiciously.

I nodded. "Of course. Think about it yourself. Fifty years from now, I'll be old and definitely won't be doing this anymore. I won't need your help then, so why would I keep you tied down?"

"Even if we were to take a step further and share a lifespan with Yan Jinyue, he would be my husband. With the Lord of the Underworld as my husband, I would need you even less protection. How could I possibly not set you free?"

As Yun Fu listened to my words, she stroked her chin with her hand and lowered her eyelids, seemingly pondering the truthfulness of my words.

After a moment of silence, Yun Fu looked up and said, "I think what you said makes some sense, so I'll believe you for now."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Now that you believe me, can you leave my room?"

Yun Fu stood still, staring straight at me, which was rather unsettling.

"Is there anything else?" I asked.

Yun Fu tilted his head, his dark eyes still fixed on me. He said, "I felt a little unhappy when I heard Master mention the possibility that Yan Jinyue would be your husband."

Is he unhappy?

"What? Are you jealous?" I asked jokingly.

Yun Fu blinked slowly, and then said softly, "Jealous...? What does vinegar taste like? I've been dead for too long, I've forgotten what vinegar tastes like."

His words startled me slightly. Yun Fu was a corpse king made from a dead body. His body was dead and he could not taste the flavor of human food.

"It's sour," I replied.

Yun Fu didn't say anything more. After giving me a cryptic look, she turned and disappeared from my room.

I'm a little confused about Yun Fu's actions.

After thinking for a minute, I gave up.

Who cares? As long as I don't think about these things, I have no worries.

I should think about what to do if I run into those senior uncles in the next few days. They're all old foxes of my dad's generation.

If my dad hadn't disappeared, if I had come to this esoteric arts exchange conference with him, I can't believe how lucky I would be as a little girl.

The next day.

It's time to go up Lingyu Mountain.