Chapter 424

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Chapter 424: Heroines Among Women

Yagyū Simozi woke up from a dream, feeling startled.

She had a rather peculiar dream.

The dream was about a wedding.

She stood in the middle of the field wearing a pure white dress, with many guests applauding and cheering for her.

They arrived at the shrine where the wedding took place. The sun was shining brightly, and the groom, dressed in black, stood there waiting for her.

The wedding march began playing in the air, the cheerful music making her feel a bit shy but also very happy.

The groom reached out his hand, it was her brother. She placed her palm into his.

Both of them exchanged wedding rings, and it felt like a beautiful dream that made her almost wake up from laughter.

But then something changed. When the groom lowered his head to kiss the blushing bride, she suddenly realized her perspective was shifting.

Her gaze drifted away.

Like a change in camera angle, she abruptly found herself in the last row of the wedding, becoming a witness.

And in the center of the wedding, the groom was kissing the bride, whose face was her own, but not her.

In an instant, the beautiful dream turned into a nightmare.

Yagyū Simozi got up from the bed, pressing her chest, her heart beating rapidly. She had become accustomed to the heavy burden on her shoulders, but at this moment, it felt unusually uncomfortable. She touched her forehead and felt a cold sweat. This dream was truly terrifying.

However, she quickly comforted herself that it was just a dream.

Perhaps it was the accumulation of psychological stress over these days.

But reality wouldn’t be so absurd.

She started sweating and got off the bed, wanting to feel the night breeze. However, she realized that Guan Ling, who was usually by the bed, was missing, and the bathroom light was not turned on.

Then, she noticed a crack in the opened curtain, with a gentle breeze blowing in.

Yagyū Simozi walked over, pushed open the French window, stepped onto the balcony, and saw a scene that made her pupils tremble.

The balconies of the two rooms were interconnected.

On the spacious balcony, her back leaned against the railing, almost only a few centimeters away from the young man. Her right hand rested on the railing, fingers tightly gripping, but appearing delicate and weak.

Her left hand, on the other hand, was held tightly, leaving her powerless to resist. Her eyes showed a mixture of resistance and acceptance. Her pajamas seemed oddly disheveled, with her hair scattered on her shoulders. Through the gaps in her cheaply made pajamas, one could catch a glimpse of her milky-white skin and distinct collarbone. The shy embarrassment made her face blush to her ears and neck.

The distance between their faces was just a finger’s breadth apart.

Her resistance seemed insignificant, almost nonexistent, and her breathing, moist and carrying a hint of cotton candy fragrance… She had eaten some sweets due to fear of hypoglycemia caused by lack of blood flow.

The young man, maintaining this distance, slightly lowered his head to look at her. His gaze revealed some obscure thoughts, neither closing in nor intending to leave. It seemed like he was making a determined decision.

This scene made one’s eyes turn red with envy. If it were Jingūji here, he would have already started biting his handkerchief or even flicking a lighter.

Yagyū Simozi couldn’t help but wish she could switch places with the dream. Although it was indeed herself, why did she have to view it from a third-person perspective?

Isn’t this too strange?

An odd sensation overwhelmed her brain, as if she had been mesmerized but not completely. It rubbed her normal perspective on the ground.

What is called the trolley problem, this is the trolley problem!

However, the word "trolley" may still need to add the suffix "of the wolf" after it.

Yagyū Simozi stood still, stunned, at a loss whether to use the interrupted skill or not.

If they get intimate, should she wear or not wear that green hat?

That is her own body, her own lips, her own scent… Just like how a domesticated pig eats its own cabbage, is she at a loss? It seems not…

But Guan Ling is having a blast, while she can only stand here, occupying the seat of the audience, resembling various scenes in movies, hiding behind doors and cabinets, watching two people passionately intertwine with her as the unfortunate cuckold.

On one hand, she really hopes that this situation can be replicated one-to-one on herself, but on the other hand, she remembers that she is using Guan Ling’s Zaku model, how can she let this girl benefit?

So she didn’t dare to ask, "Did I come at the wrong time?"

That is me, but not entirely me.

So…my body turned green, and so did my soul?

Yagyū Simozi got lost in long and chaotic thoughts, and after careful consideration, she finally realized she couldn’t accept it.

"…you all…"

The two, who were absorbed in their thoughts and hesitation, were interrupted by this voice.

Bai Wei looked at his little sister and noticed her vacant gaze, sensing the intensity of her inner turmoil at the moment.

Naturally, of course.

Even I am confused.

It was just an accident, I didn’t do it on purpose, really unexpected.

"It was an accident…" Bai Wei smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, let go of his grip, and straightened his posture. "Simozi, please don’t misunderstand."

Bai Wei’s calm and indifferent gaze made Yagyū Simozi squint her eyes.

The younger sister exposed it directly, saying, "What kind of accident could turn out like this? Brother, this is not an accident… in this world, there is never a coincidence, only inevitability. And if it were an accident, you had plenty of chances to leave."

Bai Wei felt embarrassed, indeed, there were opportunities to pull away. At that time, he was considering whether he should just go for it all at once.

If Guan Ling were replaced with Jingūji or Hokusinn Kichyō, he wouldn’t hesitate, it would just be like being bitten.

But the problem is… she’s not like any other girl, she’s Guan Ling.

If he went along with it, this little girl would have no turning back in her life.

The look in her eyes was not unfamiliar to Bai Wei. How many court maids and palace guards from his previous life had that same gaze in the end?

Facing death without fear, with an attitude of considering the king as their belief, not hesitating to die.

This is also a scar in Bai Wei’s heart.

Guan Ling’s life was saved by him, but it doesn’t mean he wanted to ask for anything from this little girl. Her life had been so miserable, and finally arriving at this place gave her a chance to start a new life. There was no need to hang himself under his own golden tree.

She was just an ordinary person, neither Jingūji nor Hokusinn Kichyō, and definitely not his own sister Yagyū Simozi, bound by fate.

This was the most important reason for Bai Wei’s hesitation. He was never a suitable match, nor a proper choice.

So, would it be suitable to choose Simozi instead?

No, it wouldn’t be suitable.

It’s fine for siblings to kiss each other, but she was using Guan Ling’s body.

Bai Wei thought that if the girl he kissed for the first time in his life became someone else’s bride in the future, he might as well go straight to the golden toilet and explode the earth with clothes and fireworks. It was already sealed with a mark, she was mine, and no one could touch her.

Darn it, no solution.

Either take everything with you, or have nothing at all.

"Forget it, let’s all disperse and go back to sleep." Bai Wei didn’t want to dwell on it anymore. His head was aching, and he planned to find Michelle later to study soul magic and see if he could quickly learn it. The Emperor was the world’s only master of souls, but he never experimented with other people’s souls. He was lacking in knowledge when it came to manipulating souls, just like how algebraic geometry is not the same as geometric algebra.

He didn’t bother to defend himself, and just wanted it to end, to be destroyed.

"Wait." Guan Ling said, reaching out her hand and grabbing the young man’s collar. Then she tiptoed, leaning in close to his face, closing her eyes and quickly kissing his cheek, leaving a cool and gentle touch.

"Good night." She lowered her head and ran back to her room.

The sudden boldness shocked the siblings once again. Guan Ling quickly kissed Bia, it was so fast.

Bai Wei didn’t have time to defend himself, or maybe he didn’t want to. He said with a complicated expression, "Sis, whose fault is this?"

Yagyū Simozi also cleared her mind, realizing that this question might involve philosophy and psychology. So she briefly gave up on thinking.

"Brother, give me your hand."

"Calm down." Bai Wei felt a chill down his spine. "Cutting off fingers is not a punishment in our family rules."

"Who wants your fingers?" Yagyū Simozi rolled her eyes, grabbed Bai Wei’s right hand, and placed it on her chest, pressing it forcefully as if performing CPR. She was still wearing her pajamas, and women don’t wear bras when they sleep, so there was only a layer of fabric separating them. The chest compressions for resuscitation felt very real.

It didn’t last long, only about five seconds, and then Simozi let go of his hand and asked, "How does it feel?"

Bai Wei couldn’t answer, but it didn’t feel much different from rubbing the belly of a orange cat.

"Doesn’t seem like a big deal," Yagyū Simozi murmured, then she turned around. "Now we’re even, no one loses out, hm!"

The two heroic women took advantage of Bai Wei and left proudly, like sneaky cats who ate and cleaned up, leaving the people from the Ming Country bewildered.

The next morning, Yagyū Simozi woke up and stretched lazily. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror without any burden. "It’s still so easy."