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

As the midday sun rose higher, the maidservants of the Yun family residence moved in groups, heading to the dining hall for lunch.

While passing through the corridor, they unexpectedly encountered someone they never thought they’d see again.

“Fi—First Young Mistress?!” The leading maid gasped in shock, hastily bowing.

Dressed in feathered robes, Yun Yiyi surveyed the group briefly and asked:
“I heard Second Sister has woken up. Where is she now?”

“Uh… Young Mistress Jiujiu just went to the back garden,” replied the maid nervously.

“Understood.”

Yun Yiyi nodded lightly in acknowledgment and proceeded toward the back garden with Ye Anping.

As the two walked away, the group of maids exchanged incredulous glances, whispering among themselves.

“Did I hear that right? First Young Mistress actually called Jiujiu ‘Second Sister’?! Is the sun rising from the west today?”

“Shh, let’s go. This isn’t any of our business. Pretend we didn’t see anything.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s move along.”

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Walking down the corridor, Yun Yiyi couldn’t help but feel a twinge of helplessness as she recalled the lead maid’s expression.

Her strained relationship with Yun Jiujiu was no secret. Nearly everyone in the sect knew that whenever they met, it ended in either bickering or fighting.

If it was an argument, Yun Jiujiu couldn’t out-talk her. If it was a fight, Yun Jiujiu would win every time.

“Young Master Ye,” Yun Yiyi began, her tone uncertain, “Do you think my second sister will think I came to laugh at her misfortune? Was it a mistake to visit?”

Ye Anping considered her question for a moment before replying, “Young Mistress Yun, I don’t know what happened that night, but I did hear that the Second Young Mistress risked her life to save you. The fact that she did so means there’s still hope for reconciliation between you two. Besides, with her personality, she’s unlikely to make the first move. If you want to mend your relationship, you’ll have to take the initiative.”

“Hmm…” Yun Yiyi found his reasoning sound and nodded in agreement. “She did mention that night… something about wanting to elope with that Feng Yu person…”

“Hmm?”

“Honestly, I envy her a little. She knows how to let go and take what she wants,” Yun Yiyi said, glancing at Ye Anping. “I’ve even thought about doing the same—leaving the Sword Sect behind. Staying here has only brought me trouble.”

“Is that truly how you feel?”

“Yes.” Yun Yiyi’s eyes darted to him briefly before she turned back to the path ahead.

After a pause, she added, “If… I wasn’t the Yun family’s eldest daughter, and you weren’t obligated to marry into the Yun family as a son-in-law, then…”

If she were not the eldest daughter of the Yun family, would their engagement still stand?

Their relationship as betrothed was entirely predicated on her status. Without it, she would simply be an average cultivator with mediocre talent.

Would Ye Anping accept her without that golden veneer?

Yun Yiyi didn’t finish her sentence, knowing the answer all too well.

No.

At least, not yet.

“And then?” Ye Anping prompted.

“It’s nothing.”

Yun Yiyi shook her head lightly, then took Ye Anping’s hand in hers and continued toward the garden.

Through the crescent-shaped gate of the back courtyard, the garden beyond differed starkly from the one at the Yun family manor. Unlike the latter’s expansive ponds and pavilions, this garden was purely floral, carefully tended by skilled gardeners.

After a few steps, Yun Yiyi spotted a particular plum tree amidst the blossoms, faintly glowing with spiritual light.

Because it was midday, the radiance wasn’t very visible. Yet even to an untrained eye, it was clear this tree was no ordinary flora.

“Young Master Ye, do you recognize this plum tree?”

Ye Anping stopped to observe it.

At first glance, it seemed like a simple, spiritual plum tree.

But upon closer inspection, its blossoms revealed something unique: each flower bore twin stamens, one male and one female, in a harmonious pairing.

The sight gave Ye Anping an odd impression, as if it were a product of radiation-induced genetic mutation.

“I’ve heard of it. This is the Yuanyang Lingmei—the Mandarin Duck Spiritual Plum. Each flower has twin stamens, one male and one female. It’s said that couples who pledge their love under this tree will remain inseparable across three lifetimes.”

“Young Master Ye is indeed well-read.” Yun Yiyi plucked a blossom, holding it up for closer inspection. “This is the sect’s sacred flower. It can only thrive here within the Shadowmoon Sword Sect.”

“This is my first time learning of this,” Ye Anping said nonchalantly, pretending not to recognize it.

Of course, he knew.

How could he not?

The mark on Yun Tianchong’s forehead was a tattoo of this very flower, with its distinct twin stamens, in an elegant shade of cherry blossom pink.

Yun Tianchong was born with natural charm, and under the decoration of this flower tattoo, his appearance transcended traditional notions of gender.

Thinking of her father, Yun Yiyi couldn’t help but be reminded of his faint smile whenever she saw him.

No matter what was going on with Yun Kunwu, her obnoxious father definitely had a hand in it. He hadn’t even told her that Yun Kunwu was still alive.

Because of Yun Kunwu, Yun Yiyi, Yun Jiujiu, and Yun Xi had all nearly lost their lives.

It might be misplaced anger, but their father couldn’t entirely dodge responsibility. Even if he wasn’t directly at fault, he bore secondary blame for what happened.

“Phew…”

Yun Yiyi crushed the plum blossom in her hand and let the fragments scatter to the ground. Then, she led Ye Anping forward, and after walking a little further through the flowers, they arrived at a small pavilion meant for rest.

In the pavilion, a man named Feng Yu was lying comfortably on top of it, basking in the sunlight. Meanwhile, her second sister, Yun Jiujiu, stood below the pavilion with her hands behind her back—holding a kitchen knife.

Huh?

A kitchen knife?

And not just any kitchen knife—one made of jade?

Ye Anping noticed it as well, and like Yun Yiyi, stopped in his tracks with a question mark practically hovering over his head.

What was this scene supposed to be?

Was she going to wave the knife and demand, “Will you marry me or not?”

Ye Anping pinched the bridge of his nose, but it became clear to him that Feng Yu had likely triggered the “love letter event.” But in the game’s version of the event, there was no jade kitchen knife involved.

Truly, Yun Jiujiu never failed to impress.

Ye Anping hesitated, unsure whether to interrupt. But while he was deliberating, Yun Yiyi went ahead and strode toward them.

At that moment, Yun Jiujiu pulled the kitchen knife out from behind her back and aimed the tip directly at Feng Yu’s chest as he jumped down from the pavilion.

“Second Sister, what are you doing? Did you have a fight with him?”

Yun Yiyi frowned as she walked up, and Ye Anping could only follow her reluctantly.

Hearing Yun Yiyi’s voice, the shy and flustered expression Yun Jiujiu had just seconds ago vanished entirely. Her forehead veins bulged as she turned to face Yun Yiyi, fury lighting up her face.

“Yun Yiyi, you little—!!”

Yun Yiyi looked genuinely confused. “…What did I do?”

“Didn’t you see I was…!” Yun Jiujiu glanced back at Feng Yu, who was standing frozen in place. Then she snapped, “What the hell are you doing here?! I don’t want you here! Get out and go back to your own damn Yun residence!”

“… …”

Yun Yiyi pouted, not understanding why Yun Jiujiu was so angry. “I came to check on you. You were so badly injured.”

“Did I ask for your concern?! You useless coward!”

“… …”

As the two sisters began bickering again, Ye Anping couldn’t help but feel exasperated. He had worked so hard to ease their relationship, and now…

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Feng Yudie glaring at him.

The glare carried a strong, unmistakable hostility.

Huh?

Ye Anping furrowed his brow, confused. He shot Feng Yudie a questioning look: What’s your problem?

Feng Yu rolled her eyes dramatically in response, as if to say: You know what you did.

…

???

Ye Anping genuinely had no clue.

What on earth had he done to offend her?