After Feng Liyun left with Big Liu and Little Liu, everything seemed wonderful at first. Big Liu promised Feng Liyun that when she was a little older, he would marry her.
Feng Liyun had hoped for a happy future, planning to settle down and then bring Yvonne Yang back. But the good days didn’t last. The Liu brothers were addicted to gambling and often visited brothels, but Feng Liyun paid no attention to these things.
It wasn’t until Big Liu brought another woman home that Feng Liyun finally woke up. She was kicked out by Big Liu, and all their money was taken by him.
Homeless, Feng Liyun had no choice but to work in small workshops to survive. Unexpectedly, Big Liu’s debts piled up and his restaurant closed, so he came looking for Feng Liyun.
Naive as ever, Feng Liyun believed Big Liu again. But this time, he sold her directly to a brothel. Back then, Feng Liyun was still considered beautiful.
After suffering endless torment, Feng Liyun thought about ending her life, but she was sold again and again until she ended up on a pleasure boat in Jiangnan, thinking her life would end there.
But then, Feng Liyun fell ill. The madam, seeing her sickness was hard to cure, cruelly abandoned her in the wild. Luckily, Feng Liyun had secretly hidden some savings when she was thrown out, so she didn’t die.
With her meager savings, she survived in a ruined temple, planning to slowly recover. She lived there for three years, but a few days ago, she ran out of money and food. That was when Yvonne Yang arrived.
"Why didn’t you come back to find me, sister?"
"Yvonne, where would I look? I’ve occasionally heard about the Golden Troupe, but if I went back, what could I do? Master Jin wouldn’t forgive me, and now, looking like this, how could I ever perform again?"
As she spoke, Feng Liyun began to cry again, deeply saddened, while Yvonne Yang comforted her.
Because of Yvonne Yang, Master Jin let Feng Liyun’s situation go. At this time, Master Jin seemed to have figured things out and kept trying to curry favor with Wesley Zhang. To repay Wesley Zhang’s kindness, Yvonne Yang kept accepting his invitations.
But Yvonne Yang never agreed. For Feng Liyun’s illness, Yvonne Yang searched everywhere for famous doctors and even bought a property in Jiangnan with her own money. Every day after work, she would return to care for Feng Liyun.
The Golden Troupe also traveled around Jiangnan performing opera. When Yvonne Yang left, she hired an old woman to care for Feng Liyun and told her everything. After watching these memories for so long, I realized Feng Liyun was no longer the same—she had completely changed.
Every time, Yvonne Yang would give Feng Liyun some money, and Feng Liyun accepted without hesitation, always asking for more—food, clothes, saving up quite a bit herself. Even her gaze toward Yvonne Yang changed, turning jealous.
"Yvonne, I’m telling you, that Mr. Zhang likes you so much, treats you so well—why don’t you just say yes?"
"No, sister. As long as I can be with you, that’s enough for me."
Feng Liyun’s illness had mostly improved in just a few months. The sores on her body faded, her health recovered, and she was much better.
"Hmph, Yvonne, being with me—heh, I’m afraid one day you’ll leave me behind..."
"I won’t, sister. I’ll never abandon you."
Yvonne Yang looked sincerely at Feng Liyun, but in Feng Liyun’s eyes, I saw distrust. She often glared at Yvonne Yang with anger, and she already knew everything about her.
At this time, Wesley Zhang was nearly thirty and still unmarried. His parents had urged him many times, so under pressure, he married the daughter of a wealthy family in Jiangnan.
For almost a year, Wesley Zhang’s admiration for Yvonne Yang didn’t fade—instead, it grew stronger.
"Yvonne, I’m sorry, I..."
"Mr. Zhang, you don’t need to say more. I don’t mind—marriage and children are a man’s duty. But I must be clear: I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you this time."
"Don’t refuse me yet, Yvonne. My sincerity will surely move you one day."
At night, Yvonne Yang told Feng Liyun about what happened during the day, but Feng Liyun was furious, glaring at Yvonne Yang with intense dislike.
"Yvonne, do you think I’m beautiful?"
Feng Liyun asked, and Yvonne Yang smiled and nodded.
"Sister, you’re beautiful—more beautiful than most women. In my heart, you are..."
Suddenly, Feng Liyun slapped Yvonne Yang hard, then picked up a mirror. Looking at her own face, still marked by sores, she smashed the mirror with a bang and burst into tears.
Yvonne Yang kept searching for doctors to heal Feng Liyun’s face, but as days passed, Feng Liyun gave up. Her illness relapsed, sores appeared again and spread, driving her nearly mad and making her temper worse.
Yvonne Yang prayed to gods and Buddhas, but Feng Liyun’s illness only worsened. The doctor said it was syphilis—incurable, only death awaited. It might get better for a while, but would flare up again and couldn’t be cured.
Yvonne Yang tried everything—Taoists, monks, every method she could find—but nothing could cure Feng Liyun.
One day, Feng Liyun lost her temper again and hit Yvonne Yang. Distraught, Yvonne Yang kept searching for help, and Master Jin, after much persuasion, finally revealed a secret to her.
"Yvonne, I’m an official now, and I’ve heard some interesting things in government circles—Mao Mountain magic can bring people back from the dead."
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Hearing this, Yvonne Yang clung to it like a lifeline. She asked Master Jin to make inquiries, and finally, there was news—some people were willing to help.
After setting a date, one night Yvonne Yang quietly waited in the living room. Feng Liyun had just taken her medicine and was temporarily asleep.
There was a knock at the door. Yvonne Yang rushed to open it, and I was surprised to see people from the Immortality Society—a red-faced man and an elderly Taoist with white hair. The Taoist looked incredibly formidable, and behind him I glimpsed a faint golden glow.
According to the Taoist, there was only one way to save Feng Liyun: a life exchange. Yvonne Yang agreed immediately. The Taoist began the ritual, placing Yvonne Yang and Feng Liyun on separate wooden beds.
I watched in astonishment as the Taoist took many poisonous insects, animal blood, and also drew blood from Yvonne Yang and Feng Liyun, chanting incantations.
The Taoist said Feng Liyun’s life was almost at its end, barely hanging on. The only way was to divide Yvonne Yang’s lifespan between the two bodies. That way, even with severe illness, neither would die—their lives would be preserved.
The Taoist placed two stools between them, scattered ashes and glutinous rice, and kept chanting. A buzzing sound filled the air.
Soon, Yvonne Yang drifted off to sleep, and the red-faced man came over, smiling.
"The woman on the right, the one about to die, seems quite remarkable. Good quality."
"Yes, she’s extremely yin—an excellent candidate, a perfect vessel."
Angry, I watched the two of them. The Taoist raised a peachwood sword, and gradually, I saw the souls of the two women swap—Yvonne Yang’s soul and Feng Liyun’s soul crossed the stools and entered each other’s bodies.
When the ritual ended, Yvonne Yang—now in Feng Liyun’s body—woke up and screamed in agony. Feng Liyun, now in Yvonne Yang’s body, stared in disbelief at herself, then at her former body lying nearby. After the Taoist explained, Feng Liyun started laughing—she couldn’t stop.
"Yvonne, ha, heaven has eyes—my fate isn’t doomed, ha ha ha..."
"As long as...sister...you’re safe, that’s all that matters..."
Now, Feng Liyun in Yvonne Yang’s body started laughing, walking step by step toward Yvonne Yang, looking at her with utter disgust.
"Yvonne, I’ve noticed for a long time—the way you look at me is strange. Do you like me?"
Yvonne Yang, barely conscious, nodded.
"I knew it, Yvonne. You’re a mirror-grinder, aren’t you? Disgusting—mentally ill..."
My teeth clenched with rage as I looked at Feng Liyun. I never thought she’d say such things—Yvonne Yang began to cry.
"Sister, I know I’m a little strange. I like you, I love you, so, so, I—but I haven’t done anything. I just want to see you happy, that’s enough for me."
Feng Liyun snickered, squatting beside Yvonne Yang.
"You said it yourself. But now I’ve become you, I have everything you had. You always took things to the end, Yvonne. You were always stronger than me, since we were kids—except for your stubbornness, which I noticed long ago. Disgusting. I never thought you were a mirror-grinder. Anyway, you did it all for me, so just give me all your lifespan."
Yvonne Yang had already fainted, while Feng Liyun kept spitting and glaring at her viciously.
"Taoist, you have a way, don’t you?"
The Taoist laughed.
"She really is extremely yin."
"If she stays in this world, she’ll only bring disaster. She likes women—disgusting. And why? She has so much, and I’ve hated her since we were kids. Even if she survives, she’ll suffer. Better that she dies for me."