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

After Ye Anping left, Huang Quan had braced herself for a scolding, thinking she’d surely get reprimanded for speaking out of turn. To her surprise, the Young Mistress didn’t seem to mind at all and didn’t even mention her earlier interruption.

If she had been scolded, the matter would have been over and done with.

But now that the Young Mistress hadn’t said a word about it, Huang Quan felt even more uneasy.

After helping Yun Yiyi comb her hair, change her clothes, and settle into bed, Huang Quan lingered nervously by the bedside. She hesitated for a long time before speaking:
“Miss, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now. Please rest early.”

“Mm, go ahead.”

Yun Yiyi nodded slightly, smiling warmly as she watched Huang Quan leave the main hall. However, the moment Huang Quan was out of sight, Yun Yiyi’s ever-present smile vanished instantly.

Huang Quan had been with her for nearly ten years, joining the Yun family as a little girl of seven or eight. Yun Yiyi had chosen her as a personal maid because she was kind-hearted, simple, and free of cunning.

In other words, her unexpected interjection earlier had completely caught Yun Yiyi off guard. Yun Yiyi didn’t believe that Huang Quan would make such a move on her own. Even so, the fact remained: she had spoken out of turn.

Yun Yiyi wasn’t stupid—Huang Quan’s actions were clearly under someone else’s instructions.

As for who had prompted her… Yun Yiyi thought for only a moment before concluding it was most likely Ye Anping.

Yet, Yun Yiyi didn’t feel angry. Instead, she understood why Ye Anping had done it. Having Huang Quan speak up to steer the conversation spared both of them from feeling awkward.

In essence, this was Ye Anping’s polite way of rejecting her.

“Hmph…” Yun Yiyi pouted slightly in dissatisfaction and muttered to herself, “Young Master Ye, are you really that unwilling?”

Sighing softly, Yun Yiyi turned on her side and decided she’d stop being so aggressive in pursuing Ye Anping.

After all, once she became the sect master of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect, her marriage contract with the Hundred Lotus Sect’s young master wouldn’t be annulled. She would have plenty of time to spend with Ye Anping in the future.

Given enough time, she refused to believe that Ye Anping wouldn’t develop even a sliver of affection for her after decades—or even centuries—together.

Even if you were stuck with a pig for decades, wouldn’t you develop feelings for it?

Meeting a husband who fit her ideals so well was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How could she give up?

…

Meanwhile—

Ye Anping was seated at his writing desk, pen in hand, revising his plans. The first half of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect plan had been completed.

However, due to various changes along the way, he needed to amend the original draft he’d written back in Hundred Lotus Sect.

As mentioned before, the Shadowmoon Sword Sect was a single-track storyline from the players’ perspective. The protagonist of Heavenly Sword Chronicles, Feng Yudie, wasn’t involved in this arc.

The rewards for completing the entire questline in the game, aside from some highly practical sword techniques and a wealth of rare treasures, included the most important prize: the “Snow Qiong of the Myriad Spirits Sword.”

This sword was the very reason Ye Anping had come to the Shadowmoon Sword Sect in the first place.

In theory, now that he had the sword, he could simply leave with his junior sister and Feng Yudie.

However… doing so would mean Yun Yiyi and her two sisters would die, and the Shadowmoon Sword Sect would inevitably collapse.

From a purely rational standpoint, what did the lives of Yun Yiyi and her sisters or the fate of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect have to do with him?

He could easily walk away without a second thought.

Yet the principle of reciprocation was deeply ingrained in him. He couldn’t ignore it.

This was a new rule Ye Anping had set for himself back at the Chi Dragon Mansion:

—As long as he could ensure his and his junior sister’s safety, he would strive to bring every situation to a satisfactory conclusion.

After all, virtues should be repaid with virtues, kindness with kindness.

Since Yun Yiyi had treated him well, he naturally had to reciprocate her kindness. A thriving Shadowmoon Sword Sect and two unharmed younger sisters—these would be his parting gifts to Yun Yiyi.

After writing for a while, Ye Anping placed his brush back on the rack, frowning slightly.

“Hm… I just don’t know when Zhuang Yan will make his move. The current situation is quite different from what I remember. I can guess the general direction, but the details…”

He felt an inexplicable weight on his shoulders, as if he were carrying the burden of the entire sect and tens of thousands of lives. A tinge of weariness crept in, and he found himself missing his junior sister.

If she were here, she could either embrace him from behind or help massage his shoulders. Though, more likely, she’d end up smashing his bones in the process…

“Ah—”

Knock, knock—

“Young Master, it’s me~”

Hearing the knock at the door, Ye Anping quickly gathered the papers on the desk, placing them under the inkstone, and swapped them out for a half-written poem.

“Come in.”

Huang Quan timidly entered, holding a steaming bowl of medicinal soup. The strong, pungent aroma quickly filled the room.

She glanced around nervously before walking up to Ye Anping. Placing the bowl on the desk, she asked, “Young Master, aren’t you going to rest? It’s quite late.”

“I’ll rest in a bit.” Ye Anping paused, his gaze landing on the bowl of medicine. “And this is?”

“Oh…” Huang Quan hesitated, biting her lip before answering softly, “This is a remedy I secretly prepared. It should be good for your condition, Young Master!”

Ye Anping blinked, furrowing his brow. “…Did you tell anyone about this?”

“No, no!” Huang Quan waved her hands quickly. “No one else knows, it’s just me!”

“Then where did you get the prescription?”

“I found it while reading.” Huang Quan pulled a medical book from her sleeve and explained, “It says here that if things aren’t going smoothly and the yang energy is weak, you can use three ounces of tanglinghua, two ounces of goji berries, and—”

Ye Anping raised a hand to stop her. “…Isn’t this a remedy for mortals?”

“It’s not! I heard that Sect Master Yun used to take it, and it worked well. I thought the Young Master could try it, too. If you don’t want to drink it, that’s fine… I just wanted to help you regain your strength!”

“…”

Ye Anping was speechless.

Though he had casually fabricated his “condition” as an excuse to prompt Huang Quan to intervene earlier, her dedication had gone far beyond his expectations.

Given Yun Yiyi’s intelligence, she would soon notice Huang Quan’s repeated interruptions in her “late-night visits” and “proposals,” deducing that Huang Quan was acting on Ye Anping’s instructions.

This, in turn, would reveal his gentle intention to decline her advances.

Such an indirect refusal would avoid diminishing Yun Yiyi’s favor toward him while also protecting his own position.

What Ye Anping hadn’t expected was Huang Quan’s sincerity—going so far as to research and prepare a remedy for his “condition.”

“No need, this medicine probably won’t work on me.”

“But Young Master, why not try it? This is a serious matter,” Huang Quan said innocently. “We must resolve this before your wedding with Young Mistress. Otherwise…”

“…”

Ye Anping glanced at the bowl.

He wasn’t sure what would happen if he kept taking supplements like this, but more was usually better for a man’s vitality.

After a moment of hesitation, he picked up the bowl, sniffed it to ensure there weren’t any aphrodisiacs or other suspicious ingredients, and downed it in one go.

“Hiccup~”

“Young Master, was it bitter? Should I add more honey next time?”

“It’s fine.”

“Then… I’ll add more honey next time,” Huang Quan said with a nod. Glancing at the window, she added, “I’ll go warm the bed for you. Once you finish writing, come rest early, and I’ll help you change.”

“Mm…”

Ye Anping nodded.

Once Huang Quan left to warm the bed, he activated his spiritual sense to inspect his meridians, checking the effects of the medicine and ensuring it wouldn’t overstimulate his yang energy.

Only after confirming everything was normal did he relax.

When Huang Quan was gone, he retrieved the papers from under the inkstone and resumed working on his plan.