Turning My Junior Sister into a Mary Sue In Xianxia Yuri World

Three days later—

Snowflakes danced in the air, blending the heavens and the earth into one harmonious hue.

By the lotus pond behind Yishui Peak’s Yun Residence, the soothing, intoxicating sound of an ancient zither flowed gracefully, complementing the early winter’s snowy scenery.

The clear, ethereal notes resonated with an otherworldly tranquility and vastness.

Under the bamboo pavilion beside the lotus pond, Yun Yiyi knelt before the zither, her fingers deftly plucking the strings, occasionally stealing glances at the young man meditating with his eyes closed beside her.

She appeared calm and composed, exuding a serene and delicate beauty.

However, beneath this ethereal exterior, her inner thoughts were screaming:

—How can he be so handsome?!

—I love this man so much!!

—I want to have ten children with him!!

Upon realizing the thoughts emerging from her mind, Yun Yiyi quickly began to reflect on herself.

She couldn’t become like her two sisters, who were utterly uncouth, especially Yun Jiujiu.

As a girl, Yun Jiujiu knew nothing of zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting; she only drank and fought every day.

What kind of behavior was that?

She must be elegant! Ethereal!

I am a noble lady; I must be gentle and polite…

As she played the zither, Yun Yiyi struggled to suppress the urge to rush over and kiss Ye Anping.

On the surface, Yun Yiyi appeared calm and composed, but internally, she was in turmoil.

Ye Anping, in fact, felt quite the same.

Outwardly, he seemed relaxed, but internally, he was deeply troubled.

He had been staying here for three days now.

Except for sleeping at night, he spent as much time as possible with Yun Yiyi, drinking tea, reading, listening to her play the zither, performing sword dances for her, and helping her with some minor tasks…

Theoretically, he should have raised Yun Yiyi’s favorability and trust levels to around seventy or eighty points.

However, since Yun Yiyi never revealed her emotions on her face and always wore a perfunctory smile, he had no way of gauging the exact score.

If the score was high, he wouldn’t need to be so cautious in his actions and could be a bit bolder.

Considering that the first plot event should be approaching, if he couldn’t determine Yun Yiyi’s favorability toward him, he would have to proceed under the assumption of a “low favorability” scenario.

With this in mind, Ye Anping opened his eyes, glanced at Yun Yiyi, who was focused on her zither, and decided to test her favorability through actions.

How would he test it?

—While expressions can lie, heartbeat and spiritual energy never do.

Ye Anping listened to the zither, waiting for the right moment.

Just then, he noticed a Shadowmoon Sword Sect disciple anxiously reporting something to a maid outside the courtyard wall of the lotus pond.

After a moment’s hesitation, he stood up and approached Yun Yiyi.

Noticing him rising, Yun Yiyi’s hands paused on the strings, and she asked in a cold voice:

“Young Master Ye, what’s the matter?”

“It’s just…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Anping deliberately pretended to trip, falling forward and instinctively grabbing Yun Yiyi’s wrist, pulling her down onto the rug below.

Yun Yiyi was startled.

When she regained her composure and saw Ye Anping pinning her hands down on the rug, supporting himself above her, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

However, her exterior remained as calm and composed as ever, though her eyes showed a hint of surprise.

“…”

Ye Anping focused his mind and quickly scanned Yun Yiyi’s body with his spiritual sense—her spiritual energy flow had sped up considerably, her heart rate had increased, and she showed no signs of resistance; in fact, she had deliberately relaxed her body…

Although Yun Yiyi’s facial expression revealed nothing, these reactions indicated to Ye Anping that her favorability towards him was likely above eighty points.

Unhurriedly, Ye Anping moved off her, stood up, and bowed in apology:

“I’m sorry, I seemed to have tripped on something.”

Yun Yiyi slowly sat up, gently adjusting her fallen shoulder strap. After a moment of thought, she replied:

“It’s alright, we are engaged after all. Some intimate actions between fiancés are not inappropriate. If Young Master Ye prefers more closeness, I wouldn’t refuse, or perhaps…”

As she spoke, Yun Yiyi stood up and took a step closer to Ye Anping, placing the tip of her embroidered shoe against his.

She half-closed her eyes, looked up at him, and pointed to her lips:

“Hmm?”

“…”

Ye Anping, knowing they were about to be interrupted, didn’t respond.

As he anticipated, the Shadowmoon Sword Sect disciple he had noticed earlier rushed to the pavilion, shouting:

“Young Miss! Something terrible has happened!”

Hearing this, Yun Yiyi awkwardly pursed her lips, stepped back, and turned to look at the disciple outside the pavilion, thinking: This had better be something serious, or you’ll be in big trouble.

“What’s the matter?”

“A streak of murders has occurred in the Shadowmoon Sword Sect market.”

“A murder case?” Yun Yiyi frowned slightly, pondering for a moment, then asked, “Tell me more.”

“Twenty-seven corpses were found in the market’s sword pavilion, all disciples of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect, with cultivation levels ranging from early to late Foundation Establishment, and all were inner sect disciples.”

Yun Yiyi’s eyes showed a hint of astonishment, but her tone remained calm as she asked:

“All twenty-seven were inner sect disciples?”

“Yes, all twenty-seven corpses had golden hair.”

“…”

Twenty-seven inner sect disciples suddenly dead, and not in the wilderness, but in the Shadowmoon Sword Sect market?

How could that be?!

Yun Yiyi struggled to maintain her composure, biting her lip slightly and looking oddly at the disciple reporting this to her, nearly wanting to ask if he was joking.

But with a deep breath, she suppressed her emotions and asked:

“When did this happen?”

“It should have been early this morning. Other clues are still being investigated.”

Yun Yiyi was silent for a moment, then turned to Ye Anping and asked:

“Young Master Ye, what do you think?”

Ye Anping pretended to frown, pondered for a while, then said quietly:

“This incident puts you and your two sisters back on equal footing. Moreover, Master Yun will exit seclusion in a few months, and such an event now is unlikely to be a coincidence.”

Upon Ye Anping’s mention, Yun Yiyi quickly grasped the situation.

The ranking list for the Sect Master position had already been determined.

After her marriage to Ye Anping, Yishui Peak would rise to the top.

But with this incident, that was no longer certain.

The gap between Yishui Peak, Yun Jiujiu’s Jiuquan Peak, and Yun Xi’s Xiri Peak was still small, and this sudden murder case was a significant event.

In other words, whichever of the three resolved this case could elevate their peak to the top of the middle peak rankings.

Realizing this, Yun Yiyi quickly ordered the disciple from Yishui Peak:

“Take the people from Yishui Peak and seal off the scene. Until I arrive, no one is to enter that shop. No one, not even Yun Jiujiu or Yun Xi.”

“Yes!”