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

The sky was filled with dense star clouds, and the silver moon hung on the branches. Ye Anping, dressed in white, sat at the dressing table in his bedroom, staring blankly at the handsome face in the bronze mirror.

His deep purple eyes shone with a captivating brilliance. His skin was smooth and fair, with a sharply defined coldness.

Ye Anping couldn’t help but sigh, “The person in the mirror is getting more and more handsome.”

Xiao Die, who was behind him, combing his hair, sighed and said, “Ah—Young Master, it’s been over a year since I’ve heard you being so narcissistic. I almost missed it.”

Ye Anping chuckled and shook his head, then asked, “Just tell me, do I look good or not?”

“You look good. Young Master has always looked good, just a bit shameless,” Xiao Die pouted but then also glanced at the face in the bronze mirror.

Her young master hadn’t changed much in height or physique over the past year and still looked as handsome as ever. However, there were now traces of hardship around his brows and eyes. She couldn’t pinpoint the difference, but she could feel it.

“Young Master, do you have something on your mind? Why not tell Xiao Die? Maybe I can give you some advice. After all, I’ve lived for over thirty years, so I’ve surely experienced and seen more than you.”

Ye Anping hesitated for a moment. Considering that Xiao Die wasn’t an outsider and that, truth be told, he was still a novice in matters of love, he decided to confide in her.

“Xiao Die, what do you think? If I were to marry two or even more wives, would that be inappropriate?”

“Hmm?” Xiao Die tilted her head, thought for a moment, and asked, “Oh, is the Young Master conflicted because there are many good girls around you, and you don’t want to give up on any of them?”

Not conflicted… Ye Anping pursed his lips and said, “Let’s say I am.”

“Well… it’s common for men to have multiple wives. The problem is, many men lack the ability to have more than two or three wives, but still choose to do so.”

“Ability?”

Xiao Die nodded, raised her index finger, and explained, “Simply put, as long as the said man can handle the burden, a man can have as many wives as he wants.”

“…”

“Before the emergence of spiritual energy, men were the dominant force who handle the livelihood of a family, and things like food were being brought to the household by the men. For example, a man with enough food for three people would marry three wives, so these three women wouldn’t go hungry because they married the man.”

“Uh-huh… go on.”

“But most men are unaware of their limits. They have enough food for three but marry five wives with large appetites, which eventually leads to family ruin and starvation. These men are hypocrites and heartless.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Anping lowered his gaze and followed Xiao Die’s reasoning. He had to admit, her words made a lot of sense.

—Do as much as you are capable of.

—Marry as many wives as you can support.

These two matters are fundamentally the same. However, the key issue is…

Xiao Die smiled and added, “The key is to understand how many bowls of rice you have and how many bowls of rice the women you want to marry need to eat each meal. This is actually very difficult and requires you to think it through yourself, Young Master.”

“Mm—” Ye Anping propped his chin with his hand, pondering for a while. He found it hard to gauge exactly how many bowls of rice he had. The only thing he was sure of was that he currently had enough rice for himself and Xi Yue.

Xi Yue, like him, had dual spiritual roots and was an ordinary person without any special traits—a one-bowl level.

As for the others…

His junior sister had unique spiritual roots and was far more talented than he was. If not for his luck with Feng Yudie, his cultivation level would have been surpassed by her long ago—she was probably at the ten-bowl level.

Xiao Yunluo was even more terrifying. With the support that she got from her mother, a super strong ancient loli, and her status as the future Sect Master of the Profound Star Sect—she was probably at the fifty-bowl level.

Li Qianjin, with a single fire spiritual root and the daughter of the late Chi Dragon Mansion’s head, now the mansion lord herself with limitless potential—she was probably at the five-bowl level.

These four were the ones he currently had feelings for. If he wanted to marry them all, he would need to ensure he had sixty-six bowls of rice.

For a moment, Ye Anping was filled with worry and felt immense pressure. But after some thought, he concluded that no matter what, he must at least earn “eleven bowls of rice” to ensure his junior sister and Xi Yue were well-fed.

“Huff—can’t afford them.”

“Mm?”

“My junior sister eats quite a lot,” Ye Anping shrugged, “I can’t feed her.”

Xiao Die raised her eyebrows, “Young Master, you used to bully Junior Sister Pei every day. Now you want to marry her? Would she agree?”

Ye Anping smiled confidently, “Of course, she’ll agree. I’m so handsome, how could she not?”

“Pfft~~ Young Master, wake up. Junior Sister Pei endured so much because of you when she was young. It’s already kind of her not to come at you with a knife now that she’s grown up.”

Knock knock—

Two light knocks interrupted Xiao Die.

Xiao Die looked toward the bedroom door and asked, “Who is it? Young Master Ye is about to rest.”

“Ah, Xiao Die, it’s me.”

?!

“Hmm?”

Xiao Die retracted her head in surprise and looked at Ye Anping, who responded with a crooked smile.

“Hehe~~”

Ye Anping proudly stood up and opened the door himself.

Creak—

Pei Lengxue stood at the door, wearing new white sleepwear, her hair tied up, and her skin on her cheeks and neckline glistening as if freshly bathed. She was hugging her pillow. Upon seeing the door open, she smiled sweetly.

“Senior Brother, it’s time to sleep.”

Ye Anping paused, then joked, “We’ve returned to Hundred Lotus Sect. How about you sleep in your own room tonight?”

Pei Lengxue immediately pouted, her face turning sullen. After a moment of hesitation, she hung her head and started to turn away.

“Oh…”

Seeing this, Ye Anping quickly stopped teasing her. If he upset her now, she would likely give him a tough time during their morning training. He grabbed her shoulder, “Alright, Junior Sister, I was just joking.”

Pei Lengxue paused, turned her head, and with a frown, shook off his hand, “Hmph! No need!”

“Huh? Really?”

“…”

Pei Lengxue walked five or six steps away, then turned back and returned in a semicircle, “Still want to…”

Is she becoming tsundere like Xiao Yunluo? Ye Anping, somewhat exasperated, opened the door wider to let her in.

Xiao Die stood frozen by the dressing table, observing Pei Lengxue and Ye Anping. Despite witnessing Junior Sister Pei’s childhood hardships firsthand, she now found the two quite compatible standing together. Suddenly, it seemed not so strange for them to be together.

How to put it? A willing player matched with a willing partner?

From Xiao Die’s perspective, this arrangement was quite good. She was Ye Anping’s maid, and whoever he married would also be her mistress. If Ye Anping married a bad-tempered wife who took out her anger on her, it would be unbearable. If Pei Lengxue became the mistress, she would have some say.

“Hmm…” Xiao Die paused, then reminded, “Young Master, does the Sect Master know Junior Sister Pei is here to sleep?”

“Yes, he knows.”

“Then I have nothing more to say.” Xiao Die placed the comb on the dressing table, walked out of the room, and half-closed the door. Smiling, she said, “Good night, Young Master, and Lady Pei. I’ll come by tomorrow morning to help tidy up.”

?

Ye Anping looked at the strange smile on Xiao Die’s face, feeling somewhat helpless. Xiao Die probably thought Pei Lengxue was a one-bowl level girl.

“Hey—you rest early too.”

“Yes, hehe—”

Creak—

However, upon hearing Xiao Die call her “Lady Pei,” Pei Lengxue’s eyes brightened, and she blushed shyly.

“Lady…”

“Junior Sister, you go to sleep first. I still have some things to do.”

Pei Lengxue tilted her head, “Hmm, what is it? Can I help?”

“You can’t help, go to sleep.”

“Oh…”