[Wuxia] Demon within a Demon

Two months ago today was Qingyang's most exciting day. Why? Because it was his wedding day. He was marrying his childhood sweetheart, his betrothed since birth, He Feifei, the only daughter of the He family, a long-time friend of the Zheng family.
Qingyang was twenty-six years old this year, and his wife He Feifei was seven years younger than him, nineteen years old this year. In fact, they should have been married four or five years ago. After all, in this era, it was very common for girls to marry and have children at thirteen or fourteen, and it was not uncommon for twenty-year-old men to already be fathers of four or five children. It was quite rare for couples like Qingyang and his wife to marry so late.
However, because He Feifei was one of the renowned Ten Beauties of the martial arts world, and such a beauty was marrying into the household, Qing Yang, a country bumpkin with ordinary looks and no other merits besides wealth, was considered by those who knew him to have done incredibly good deeds in his past life to be able to marry He Feifei, one of the ten most famous beauties of the martial arts world. They believed that no matter how long he waited, it would be worth it, even for Qing Yang himself.
But two months later, Qing Yang no longer thought so. Standing on the boulder by the lake, he just wanted to roar to the sky and vent his sorrow.
Everyone thought that Miss He was being wronged by marrying Qingyang, such an insignificant nouveau riche, and that Qingyang was lucky. Even Qingyang himself thought so. Actually, the reason for the arranged marriage was that the He family faced a major financial crisis, and his father, based on the good relations between the two families, stepped in to resolve the crisis for Uncle He. At
that time, a grateful Uncle He, while drinking with his father, pointed to his pregnant wife's belly and said to the then seven-year-old Qingyang, "If the baby is a boy, then I will become sworn brothers with Qingyang; if it is a girl, then she will marry Qingyang." Therefore, Qingyang knew he had a fiancée from a very young age.
Later, when He Feifei was five years old, she was taken in as a disciple by the abbess of the Cinian Nunnery, which her family worshipped. She completed her apprenticeship at fifteen. At that time, Qingyang, whose father had died and who was already the head of the Zheng family at twenty-two, was of marriageable age and immediately went to the He family to propose marriage.
However, the He family said that Feifei needed to travel the martial arts world to gain experience as instructed by her master, and therefore it was not advisable for her to marry now. Qingyang was not in a hurry.
Every year thereafter, Qingyang went to urge her to marry, but each time he received the same answer: He Feifei was still traveling the martial arts world to gain experience, and therefore it was not advisable for her to marry. After four years of this, Qingyang finally gave up.
In fact, according to what he had heard, He Feifei, upon her debut, was unanimously hailed by the martial arts world as one of the ten most beautiful women in the world, known as "One Fairy, Two Beauties, Three Flying Beauties, and Four Beauties," one of the "Three Flying Beauties," and countless young talents were infatuated with her. How could he, a nouveau riche reeking of money, possibly catch her eye? Moreover, his father, who had arranged the marriage, was dead, and his uncle, He Shibo, was bedridden. For the past few years, it had been He Shibo's wife who had managed the He family's affairs, and she had never liked him, her nominal son-in-law.
At the beginning of this year, Qingyang received a message from He Shibo's wife saying that Feifei would be training in the martial arts world this year and therefore could not marry him. Even a fool could see that this was a scheme by the He family to arrange the marriage. Besides, Qingyang was not only not a fool, but also extremely intelligent; otherwise, he would not have been able to control the vast He family fortune, which was beyond the control of outsiders.
However, in the latter half of the year, news suddenly arrived from the He family that He Feifei had completed her training and could now choose a date to marry him. Overwhelmed by the long-awaited good news, Qingyang, without suspicion, happily married within a month.
But on the very night of their wedding, He Feifei, with her stunningly beautiful face, said to him, "Because I have no feelings for him whatsoever. The only reason I'm marrying him is because my father threatened to kill himself. Therefore, until he makes me fall in love with him, I will absolutely not let Qingyang touch a hair on my head." With that, He Feifei immediately demonstrated her skill, using her delicate hand to shatter the sturdy table made of century-old red cypress in the bridal chamber into pieces, showing that if Qingyang tried to force himself on her, he would be asking for trouble.
This blow shattered Qingyang's enthusiasm completely. Later, Qingyang thought, after all, He Feifei was a woman who had roamed the martial arts world; her views were naturally more open, especially since she had married a wealthy countrywoman. It was no wonder she acted this way.
Anyway, he had already married her, and he refused to believe that he could win Feifei's heart with persistent effort. Therefore, from their wedding day, Qingyang moved to the guest room and became completely devoted to Feifei. He wanted to move her with his passion, even if it meant becoming the servants' laughingstock.
However, he was wrong, utterly wrong, utterly ignorant, and utterly unjustly wrong.
Three days ago, as usual, he was inspecting his properties when, on a whim, he bought a beautifully crafted, expensive bracelet and returned early, intending to surprise her. And indeed, it was a surprise.
When he entered the newlywed house, where she had lived alone since their wedding day, he saw her sitting at the dressing table with her back to him, head down, seemingly writing something.
A thought struck Qingyang, and he quietly approached. He saw her holding a thick book and writing, but before he could see clearly, she spotted him in the bronze mirror on the dressing table.
Seeing Qingyang suddenly appear behind her, she closed the book without thinking, whirled around, and struck Qingyang squarely in the chest. The wind whistled through the air; he had clearly used all his strength. At the same time, she cursed, "You wretched man, who told you to sneak in? Die!"
Her slender, jade-like hand, brimming with killing intent, struck Qingyang's vital point. However, for some reason, Feifei, despite her full strength, was instead rebounded by an even stronger force, flying backward and slamming heavily against the hard wooden board of the bed with a deafening crash. She then lost consciousness.
The loud noise attracted the attention of the servants. The steward rushed over and saw the mistress lying on the bed, covered in blood, while the master stood blankly in front of the dressing table, a book in his hand. Without thinking, the steward immediately shouted for a doctor and pulled the dazed master to sit in the living room.
Three days later, Qingyang stood by the lake, lost in thought. He thought that the most insurmountable hatred in the world was the hatred of killing one's father and the hatred of having one
's wife stolen. His father had died when he was twenty, succumbing to illness from missing his mother, dying of a broken heart. Therefore, he had no hatred for killing his father. But what about the hatred of having one's wife stolen? If his wife had never truly belonged to him, would that hatred even count?
Three days ago, after sitting in the hall for an unknown amount of time, he saw the butler and doctor enter with expressions of pity. The butler had been with his family for over thirty years, and the doctor had watched him grow up. However, he couldn't understand why these two elders were looking at him with such pity.
The doctor said, "Young Master, please accept my condolences. The young mistress has miscarried." Miscarriage? Qingyang repeated, seemingly not understanding, his blank eyes staring at the white-haired old doctor, completely oblivious to the implications.
The doctor sighed, "Yes, the young mistress was three months pregnant. This time, due to the strong impact, although the young mistress's body was strong because of her martial arts training, the baby couldn't be carried to term. Young Master, please accept my condolences."
"Three months pregnant? Three months pregnant? Three months pregnant?... Hahahaha... Three months pregnant?" "Hahahaha!"
"Three months pregnant?" Qingyang murmured again. Three months? Where was he three months ago? Oh, right, three months ago he was inspecting properties out of town. Then, where was that young mistress they were talking about, his wife of two months? Oh, he didn't know. Until their wedding night two months ago, it was the first time he had seen his fiancée in three years.
Three months pregnant? Let alone three months pregnant, they've been married for two months and it's still just a formality. Where did his new wife get three months pregnant?
As he repeated this phrase, a strange and wonderful smile appeared on Qingyang's face, followed by a maniacal laugh, seemingly out of madness.
Seeing him like this, the old butler and the old doctor couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh. The old butler said to the old doctor, "Old friend, this matter..."
The old doctor sighed, "I know, I know, I will never say a word, but secrets can't stay hidden forever, things are bound to leak out!"
The old butler smiled bitterly, "It's come to this, let's just take it one step at a time. What do you think of the young master's condition?"
The old doctor shook his head, "Alas, the young master couldn't handle the shock, he was overcome with anger. Let him vent his anger, that's all. Alas, I'll go back now. Keep an eye on the young mistress's condition. Although she's not in mortal danger, it's still a great injury." After saying this, the old doctor shook his head and, amidst a series of sighs, slowly walked out of the Zheng family's hall, leaving only the concerned old butler and the wildly laughing Qingyang behind.
After locking himself in his room for two full days, Qingyang finally emerged, looking utterly haggard. The servants' whispers had no effect on him; he was like a walking corpse. Under the concerned gaze of the old steward, Qingyang shakily mounted his horse, clutching the diary of Feiyan, written by his new wife. He finally knew everything.
Dragging his nearly broken body and soul, Qingyang staggered towards the Cinian Nunnery, a place the Zheng family contributed 100,000 taels of silver to annually. This nunnery was now his last hope, for the abbess was his new wife's teacher, one of the ten most beautiful women of twenty years ago, and a close friend of his wife's mother, his mother-in-law—she was his only remaining hope.

But even that hope vanished. Leaving the Cinian Nunnery like a wandering soul, Qingyang was utterly devastated
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