Who Said My Wife Is A Demon!

Yang Shifei originally had no intention of living off a woman.

In his initial plans, even if Miss Luo truly fancied him and their engagement proceeded smoothly, he would not allow himself to become dependent. He intended to find a respectable job or perhaps master some high-level martial arts. In any case, he aimed to be self-reliant and not rely on the woman’s support.

However, things did not go as planned.

“…”

Holding a heavy set of keys to the house in his hand, Yang Shifei looked at the sizeable, serene courtyard before him and felt as if he were dreaming.

After spending just one night in the East City and having a brief conversation, he had already acquired a house.

The very one before him.

“Young Master, are you listening to me?”

The cold female voice snapped Yang Shifei back to reality. Smiling wryly, he followed the maid leading the way: “Sorry, I didn’t expect Miss Luo to actually give me this house. I’m quite overwhelmed.”

Half an hour earlier, he and Miss Luo had discussed many topics.

Although the conversation was somewhat scattered, the atmosphere between them was fairly harmonious.

In the end, Miss Luo calmly accepted the marriage contract, agreeing to the engagement.

This house was given as a part of the dowry.

“This is just a temporary stay.”

The pretty maid glanced back at him, her expression indifferent: “Although the young lady has accepted your engagement letter, there is still a six-month evaluation period. Until then, she naturally won’t live with you. This house is just a place for you to stay.”

Yang Shifei composed himself and smiled: “I understand.”

It seemed that Miss Luo allowed him to stay here because their first meeting had gone well. Nothing more.

In other words, the first step of this ‘matchmaking’ was successful.

The pretty maid glanced at him, then continued leading the way and introducing the place.

Yang Shifei quietly followed, listening attentively, and gradually understood Miss Luo’s intentions.

This house had once belonged to the Niu family, but due to their decline in recent years, they had to sell it. The Niu family, finding themselves with nowhere else to go, had moved back to their village to resume farming.

Miss Luo disliked noise, so she had spent a bit more money to buy this house, leaving it vacant until now. Allowing him to stay here temporarily was her way of acknowledging the engagement.

“Tomorrow, I’ll bring bedding and some clothes, as well as arrange for your three daily meals to be delivered regularly.”

The pretty maid stopped abruptly in the main hall, her embroidered dress swaying as she turned: “Is there any food you dislike, young master?”

“I have no particular dislikes. Thank you for taking care of me.” Yang Shifei smiled and cupped his hands: “May I ask the young lady’s name?”

“Just call me Tan Xiang,” the pretty maid replied calmly. “My mistress’s name is Luo Xian’er. Do not forget it, young master.”

Yang Shifei nodded in understanding. Though the name seemed somewhat common, it indeed suited the young lady. Especially when she handed over the keys to the mansion, she exuded an ethereal elegance, making the surroundings seem to glow.

“Oh, right,” Yang Shifei said, slapping his forehead to clear his thoughts. “What are the names of the other two maids?”

“Two others?” Tan Xiang’s reaction was somewhat peculiar.

She furrowed her delicate brows slightly and hesitated before saying, “There are only two maids in the Luo Mansion. The other one is named Mo Li. What do you mean by ‘two others,’ young master?”

Yang Shifei was taken aback.

—Something’s not right.

The confusion on Tan Xiang’s face didn’t seem feigned, and there was no reason for her to quibble over this detail.

Yang Shifei recalled the events and felt a chill creeping up his back, the excitement of receiving the house vanishing instantly.

“Miss Tan Xiang, are there truly only two maids in the Luo household?”

“Are you making fun of me, young master?” Tan Xiang’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure in her expression.

But Yang Shifei quickly turned serious and said, “Last night, I was led into the Luo Mansion by a young maid. Could that young lady be Mo Li?”

Tan Xiang’s eyes gradually widened.

No, it couldn’t be. Mo Li was with her last night in the mistress’s quarters and had never left.

Initially, she thought this man was disrespectful, trespassing into the Luo Mansion late at night. But now, it seemed that last night…

“Miss?” Yang Shifei probed, “Is there something unexpected?”

Tan Xiang’s expression returned to calmness. “There’s no need for you to worry, young master. Just live here peacefully.”

With that, she hurriedly left the courtyard.

Yang Shifei watched her hasty departure, feeling both puzzled and a bit chilled.

The situation in the Luo Mansion seemed even stranger than he had imagined.

If Miss Luo and her two maids were demons, then the maid who brought him in last night—was she human or a demon, and was she in league with them or not?

“Do demons scheme against each other?”

Yang Shifei couldn’t grasp the undercurrents of this situation and could only pretend that nothing had happened.

As an ordinary person, he had no confidence to intervene. Curiosity would only bring trouble.

“Never mind,” Yang Shifei patted his slightly stiff face and prepared to tidy up the luggage he brought, then go out and explore various places in the town.

Though the allure of an easy life was undeniably enticing, he couldn’t truly rely on a woman for the rest of his life. Moreover, whether they would even be together was still uncertain, let alone relying on her. He needed to stand on his own feet.

So, finding a means of livelihood in town was crucial.

As for martial arts training and wandering the world, he had to put that aside for now.

He had specifically inquired with Miss Luo earlier and learned that the Luo family was not a martial arts family. Trying to use the identity of a ‘son-in-law’ to gain access to martial arts secrets and make a name for himself was ultimately unlikely.

Unless he could find a martial arts sect to join. Otherwise, even if he did possess a manual of divine techniques, he might unknowingly fall into madness while practicing.

Yang Shifei sighed helplessly and went back to tidy up his bed.

The idea of traveling the world with a beautiful companion and a sword was something every young person dreamed of. But now that he was truly in a world where martial artists roamed freely, his empty pockets felt like a harsh reality, hitting him like a heavy hammer on the head, as if telling him—

What swords to wield, what knives to brandish, simply turn back and look for a wealthy woman.

..

As the sun set, dusk fell.

After wandering around the East City for most of the day, Yang Shifei returned home lost in thought.

Since crossing over to this world, he had almost exclusively lived in the remote Niu family village, with a very shallow understanding of this era.

Now, seeing it firsthand, he finally understood what Aunt Niu and the others meant by the ‘golden age of martial arts’.

Almost everywhere, there were men and women dressed as martial artists, and he even happened upon a sudden, unexpected fight. Although he only caught a glimpse from afar, the scene of flashing swords and shadows was like something out of his imagination of wuxia.

“Although there’s a government presence, they don’t seem to strictly regulate armed combat,” Yang Shifei thought as he remembered a group of soldiers who hurried to the scene, only to handle the matter briefly.

The people around seemed unfazed, as if martial artists fighting was a common occurrence and even a topic of gossip.

“The royal family of Liang seems quite admiring of martial artists,” Yang Shifei muttered to himself as he placed the everyday items he bought aside, lost in thought.

The status of martial artists in the Liang Empire was not low.

If he could become a martial artist, he could make a name for himself not only in the martial world but even within the government.

But almost all martial arts sects in the vicinity of the East City only accepted disciples under the age of fifteen, including the government offices. He had no chance at all. There were also no martial arts manuals available for purchase on the streets. Unless someone influential took him under their wing, he was completely out of options.

“It seems I’ll have to find a job at the Yellow Crane Tower first. The small inn to the west is also good; the business seems quite good. Maybe I can try there.”

Regardless of whether he chose a path of literature or martial arts in the future, Yang Shifei decided to stabilize his job first and then consider his future.

After all, practicing martial arts required a lot of meat for energy, and studying required paper, ink, and brushes—all of which cost money. His last bit of money was spent today, leaving him penniless.

But then he couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Before and after crossing over, he was always worried about work. It seemed he was destined to be a working man.

“Heh.”

The sudden sneer made Yang Shifei’s heart skip a beat.

He quickly turned to look outside, only to see the mysterious maid from last night leaning against the door, casually appraising him with interest.

For a moment, unease crept into Yang Shifei’s heart.

When did this woman come in?!

“Who are you?” he asked, his face tense. “And why are you here?”

The mysterious maid merely quirked her lips, a cryptic smile playing on her pretty face. With a toss of her shoulder-length hair, she turned to leave.

Yang Shifei’s mind raced, quickly clamping down on his teeth.

The woman’s identity and intentions were unclear. If he didn’t figure out her background soon, he wouldn’t be able to live peacefully here.

Letting her go now might pose a threat to him.

“Hold on!”

He strode forward and grabbed her slender arm. “What did you do last night—”

Before he could finish his sentence, a chill suddenly emanated from her palm.

Yang Shifei widened his eyes, feeling like he’d been electrocuted as he quickly withdrew, shaking his hand frantically.

But in the blink of an eye, the coldness from her palm penetrated his hand like a knife, swiftly infiltrating his flesh, bones, and even surging up his arm!

“What the hell is this thing?!”

Yang Shifei’s face contorted in pain as he felt an unimaginable soreness emanating from his right arm, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at it, nearly blacking out from the intense agony.

He almost thought he was being killed by the female ghost, but the pain came suddenly and subsided just as quickly. After catching his breath for a moment, all that remained was a cold sweat covering his body, as if the excruciating pain he had just endured was nothing but an illusion.

Gasping for breath, Yang Shifei shook his head in disbelief, then quickly focused his gaze. The mysterious maid, who had been about to leave, was now standing with her hands behind her back, looking at him with curiosity, their faces quite close.

“What… did you just do to me?”

Yang Shifei took a step back, his eyes filled with wariness.

He had no idea what strange abilities female ghosts in this world possessed—was it mental attacks, illusions, or some kind of curse?

Amidst his confused thoughts, he vaguely realized that the coldness that had brought boundless pain had spread throughout his body, bringing a strange sense of fullness. All his exhaustion seemed to vanish, leaving him mentally alert and energetic as never before.

Yang Shifei felt increasingly astonished.

“I didn’t do anything.”

The mysterious maid tilted her head, revealing a chilling smile, “It was you who ‘bit’ me.”