Three times married to Yama

"I don't want to go back to the underworld!"

The voice came from the boy, who looked even more frightened than the girl.

"Then keep your mouth shut." The cold voice fell, and the girl's sealed mouth was finally unsealed.

Threatened by Yan Jinyue, the boy and girl could only silently clean up the dishes and dared not say anything more to me.

For the next two days, Yan Jinyue and I kept to ourselves. I would cook and then have the maid call him down to eat. Sometimes, I didn't even need to call him; he would automatically reappear at the dining table.

I would also ask him what he wanted to eat, and I would cook it for him. After all, he gave me the Blue Spirit Star, a defensive magic treasure, so what's wrong with being his chef?

However, he usually replies with just two words: "Whatever."

Soon the day I had agreed upon with my mother, whom I had never met, arrived. Before leaving, I told Yan Jinyue, and he nodded slightly in response.

Before I left, he said again, "If you encounter any danger that you cannot resolve, you can contact me using your spirit flame."

"Okay, got it."

The agreed-upon location was a well-known and tranquil teahouse in Xihu City, which was quite suitable for meeting guests.

She arrived long before I arrived, and when I got there she was pacing back and forth in the room, glancing out the window every now and then.

She looked much like the mother I had imagined: gentle, intellectual, generous, and beautiful.

I heard my dad say that before my mom married him, she was a young lady from a wealthy family in the city, and many people pursued her, but she just happened to fall for my dad.

Actually, my dad is really good-looking. If he hadn't become a Taoist priest, he could have easily made a name for himself.

I think my mom was probably captivated by my dad's looks back then.

Besides my mother, there was a boy a few years younger than me in the private room, about fourteen or fifteen years old. He looked somewhat like my mother, and he had been sizing me up ever since I came in.

"Yinyin! You are Mommy's Yinyin, right?"

Let's call her my mom for now, since I haven't confirmed her identity yet.

She stared intently at me, as if I would run away if she looked away even slightly.

Compared to her excitement, I was much calmer. I nodded slightly. "I am Lan Yin, and my father is Lan Ting."

My mother burst into tears instantly, and choked up several times, unable to speak.

I comforted her and made her sit down, then poured her a cup of hot tea. "Don't get agitated. I'm here, I'm not going to run away. We can talk this out slowly."

She held a cup of hot tea in her hands, but her eyes were fixed on me, tears blurring her vision.

"Yes, you look just like your father. Have you suffered over the years with him?"

I shook my head. "No, my dad is very good to me. He has never mistreated me, either emotionally or materially."

I looked at her, my voice calm, "Please don't feel guilty about leaving back then. Your father and I have never blamed you. Don't cry, okay?"

I reached out and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes. Actually, I knew she was indeed my mother without a paternity test.

There's a special connection between us; I knew it from the moment I met her.

"Good boy, your father has raised you very well." She held my hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Mom," the boy who had been sitting next to her suddenly spoke, his gaze filled with doubt and inquiry, "she's my sister?"

"Yes, Yin Yin is your older sister. From now on, you should treat her the same way you treat me, understand?" My mother said gently to the boy.

Then she introduced him to me, "This is your younger brother, Pei Yu, who is five years younger than you."

"Call her 'sister' quickly, Xiao Yu!" My mother urged Pei Yu.

However, Pei Yu suddenly laughed defiantly, and his gaze towards me changed from appraising to contemptuous.

"Mom, what right does she have to be my sister? She's just a country bumpkin. You can give her some money to get rid of her, but are you going to bring her back?"

Wait a minute, why does this kid's speech sound so familiar? I guess I've been watching too many TV dramas lately; Pei Yu's words often appear on TV.

Actually, I wasn't that angry about what he said. Yes, I grew up in the countryside, but I'm not out of touch with the world. Besides, I have a lot of money. Did he think his words could hurt me?

I didn't care at all.

On the contrary, when my mother heard Pei Yu say that, the gentleness on her face suddenly turned cold.

"Pei Yu, is this how I taught you?"

Snapped--

She raised her hand and slapped Pei Yu hard across the face, the force of which instantly left a five-finger mark on his face.

"What do you mean, 'country bumpkin'? She's your own sister, she's my daughter. It's only right that I take her back. If you have any complaints, get out of this house!"

Hmm? I raised an eyebrow slightly and stood quietly to the side, not intending to offer any opinion on their current argument.

However, as things stand, my mom is still quite protective of me, but I have no intention of going back with her.

"Mom! You actually hit me for her? Isn't she a country bumpkin who grew up in the countryside? The Pei family isn't a place just anyone can enter! Besides, I already have an older sister, even though she's adopted, I've always treated her like my own sister!" Pei Yu shouted at her, covering his face.

Wait, my mom also adopted a daughter?

Why have we switched to the "real or fake heiress" channel?

I've read quite a few novels about real and fake heiresses, so I'm quite familiar with this concept.

My mother didn't say anything, but she slapped Pei Yu again, causing his other cheek to swell up as well, making it symmetrical now.

"It's none of your business to speak about the Pei family," my mother said coldly.

Then, when she faced me, she reverted to her gentle demeanor.

"I'm sorry, Yin Yin, I made you laugh. In the Pei family, Mom is the one who calls the shots, and no one dares to say anything. Come home with Mom, okay?" Her eyes were full of expectation.

But I gently shook my head. "I'm not going. I'm used to being alone. You don't need to worry about me. If you miss me in the future, I can come to see you."

"Yinyin, you..." My mother's tears were about to come out again.

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open, and a young man walked in. He looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed casually, with shoulder-length wolf-tail hair, and looked somewhat effeminate.

As soon as he entered, his gaze fell on me, and his eyes were scrutinizing.

"You must be my senior brother's daughter. I'm your father's junior brother. You can call me Junior Uncle." He walked up to me and said with a smile.

I looked at him with clear eyes and asked obediently, "Are you really my junior uncle?"

"Of course," he said noncommittally.

My voice was very soft, tinged with fear, "Then, do you know Aunt Hui? Is she also my father's junior fellow student?"

When I mentioned Aunt Hui, Junior Uncle paused, and his expression turned serious.

"She came to see you?"

I nodded hurriedly, my eyes filled with fear. "She came looking for me the day my dad disappeared. She... she even tried to kill me!"