Chapter 5

Yang Yi saw that Yang Yue’s eyes were evasive, and he knew that deep down, she didn’t really believe him.

There was no way around it; even a scholar who had studied diligently for decades would find it hard to write a spirit book.

Moreover, Yang Yi was only seventeen and still known as a playboy in Xuanwang City.

It wasn’t just that Yang Yue didn’t believe him; probably no one in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty would believe that he could write a spirit book.

"Yue'er, since you believe in me, take me to the Spirit Book Pavilion and use your Fire Spirit Dagger as collateral to borrow ink, paper, and writing tools from them."

This was the plan Yang Yi had come up with.

Right now, neither Yang Yi nor Yang Yue had any extra money.

But don’t forget, Yang Yue had a valuable item, the Fire Spirit Dagger.

The Fire Spirit Dagger was a weapon from the "Heavenly Weapons" series. Although its rank wasn’t very high, its value was certainly over a thousand spirit coins.

One spirit coin in the Great Zhou Dynasty was equivalent to one gold coin.

One gold coin was enough to let an ordinary family of three live comfortably for about ten days.

So, Yang Yue’s Fire Spirit Dagger was very valuable. If used as collateral, renting ink, paper, and writing tools would be no problem.

"No, this is a gift from my brother. I absolutely will not sell it."

Yang Yue supported Yang Yi with one hand and clutched her chest tightly with the other, shaking her head.

Her actions revealed to Yang Yi where the Fire Spirit Dagger was.

Actually, the book Yang Yue used to store the Fire Spirit Dagger wasn’t a spirit book; it just contained a page of spirit paper.

Spirit paper could not only be used to write books but also to store items exchanged from books, making it very convenient to carry.

"Yue'er, I’m not asking you to sell the Fire Spirit Dagger, just to use it as collateral. Besides, I will write the book directly in the Spirit Book Pavilion. Once I finish, all our current problems will be solved."

Yang Yi knew Yang Yue didn’t believe him, so he tried to persuade her gently.

"No, what if Brother can’t write the book?"

Yang Yue continued to shake her head, expressing her concerns and her true thoughts.

"Xiao Yue, in the afternoon, you weren’t afraid of death, but now, for a dagger, you can’t even muster the courage to try. That’s really disappointing, Brother."

Seeing that he couldn’t convince Yang Yue, Yang Yi sighed helplessly.

Secretly, he kept his eyes on Yang Yue’s expression.

After a while, when he saw that she was still unmoved, he continued, "I can’t believe that I, the noble Longwu Marquis, have fallen so low that even my own sister doesn’t believe in me. What’s the point of living like this? I might as well find a stone... no, a rock to bash my head against."

After saying this, Yang Yi turned his gaze to the Xuanwang Manor servants who were looking at him as if he were insane.

"Who can help me find a rock? A big one. I don’t want to live today."

Yang Yi said this with a righteous air, as if he truly didn’t care about life and death.

And before two seconds had passed, a burly man brought a rock the size of a bowl to Yang Yi.

"Here!"

The burly man handed the rock over with a simple, expectant smile.

Clearly, he was eager to see the spectacle, to see how Yang Yi would use the rock to commit suicide.

"You!!"

Yang Yi wanted to scold the unsympathetic burly man, but when he saw Yang Yue looking at him strangely, he quickly changed his expression and took the rock with difficulty.

"Thank you, brave sir!"

"You’re welcome, hehe!"

After receiving the rock, Yang Yi saw that Yang Yue was still unmoved, so he gritted his teeth and was about to smash his head against it.

"Alright, I’ll agree, but this dagger means a lot to me. I really don’t want to lose it."

Yang Yue knew Yang Yi was putting on a show, but she finally relented and agreed.

Not for any other reason, but because of Yang Yi’s words in the carriage, "Because you are my sister," which made her willing to do this.

"Ha ha!"

Hearing Yang Yue’s agreement, Yang Yi laughed with joy and threw the rock to the ground.

Bang!

The rock hit the ground, kicking up dust.

Yang Yi, suddenly losing his balance, stumbled and fell into Yang Yue’s arms.

Their faces were almost touching, with Yang Yi’s eyes no more than three centimeters from Yang Yue’s.

At such close range, Yang Yi could hear Yang Yue’s rapid breathing, which seemed very tense.

At the same time, in the moonlight, Yang Yi noticed that Yang Yue’s face was slightly flushed.

"Yue'er, I will definitely write a spirit book and give you a better life." This time, Yang Yi spoke from the heart, and he was confident he could do it.

"Um, I believe you!"

For some reason, Yang Yue also believed him.

This time, Yang Yue wasn’t just being polite. In Yang Yi’s embrace, she could clearly feel that his heartbeat and breathing were not at all erratic.

"Let’s go!"

With that, the two finally reached an agreement and slowly walked toward the Spirit Book Pavilion.

However, the moment of warmth was ruined by the burly man.

"Sir, you dropped your rock."

The burly man picked up the rock Yang Yi had thrown and brought it back to him with the same expectant look.

"You... cough, cough!"

Seeing the rock, Yang Yi was so angry that he started coughing.

"Keep the rock for yourself. And tell that Xuanling Princess that we can’t accept her kindness. Please find someone else to be her book servant."

Yang Yi said this with a bad temper and continued to let Yang Yue lead him to the Spirit Book Pavilion.

"Okay, I understand!"

The burly man nodded, indicating he would pass the message to the Xuanling Princess.

But before Yang Yi had taken a few steps, he sighed and said, "Young people these days have no integrity. They say they’ll commit suicide, but then they don’t. What bad luck."

This was said loudly enough for everyone around to hear.

"Right, and a Longwu Marquis who doesn’t keep his word. No wonder he lost his fortune."

"I also heard that the woman who kicked him out of the Yang residence brought a very handsome man back that same day."

"I heard that too, and apparently, the man is a distant relative of the Longwu Marquis. What a complicated family."

"..."

As Yang Yi walked away, the servants began to gossip about him.

As for Yang Yi, after hearing this, the romantic mood he had just managed to cultivate was completely ruined.