TFWYH – Chapter 233 Disbelief in Gods and Buddhas

These seductive little vixens!

Tang Wan gnashed her teeth and shot Ling Yu one look, then another. Finally, she dragged him to a mask vendor, picked a small copper mask that covered the upper half of the face and only left the lips and below exposed, and handed it to him: “Husband, this looks nice. Try it.”

“…” Nice where? What kind of taste is that?

Ling Yu gave her a half-smile, took the mask, and rubbed it between his fingers. “Only I wear one? What about you?”

This woman must have some major misunderstanding about herself.

Of the seventeen groups of people that had passed by them just now, thirteen of the men had been staring at her!

Quite the charm she had!

But Tang Wan was very sensible. She immediately patted her little chest and declared heroically, “I’ll wear one with you!”

“Alright!” Ling Yu agreed cheerfully, then personally chose a more delicate mask and handed it to her. “You wear this one.”

Tang Wan stared at the mask in a daze.

It looked a lot like the one worn by the actress playing Wu Zetian dancing in the modern drama Lanling King—it covered three-quarters of the face, leaving only the mouth and a small part of the face exposed.

“Don’t like it? Then I’ll—”

“I love it!” Tang Wan put it on without hesitation. “You wear yours too!”

Ling Yu shook his head with a laugh and obediently put on his mask. “Is this alright now?”

Tang Wan: …

Can I choose again?

The parts of the man’s face not covered by the mask were fair and clean; his thin lips curved slightly, and his beautiful peach-blossom eyes sparkled with amusement. His charm was undiminished—so dazzling that she wanted to lift the mask and see what kind of peerless beauty lay beneath it.

Unfortunately, Ling Yu didn’t give her the chance to pick another. He paid, took her hand, and continued walking forward.

And tragically, Tang Wan discovered that even more girls were looking at Ling Yu now—

The Brahma Sound Temple sat halfway up the mountain.

By the time they reached the foot of the mountain, the place was already packed with people.

The mountain backed onto the Yang River; most visitors were young men and women. Many unmarried girls wore veils over their faces. On the river, light boats drifted among glowing river lanterns.

Ling Yu held Tang Wan’s hand as they walked uphill and soon arrived beneath the Marriage Tree.

The huge osmanthus tree was surrounded by crowds. Vendors were selling red matchmaking ribbons.

Tang Wan watched those men and women write something on the ribbons and throw them up into the branches.

The golden osmanthus tree swayed in the moonlight, fragrant in the night breeze. The ribbons hanging from the branches fluttered gently.

The scene was breathtaking—like a dream!

But Tang Wan stared blankly at the sea of red ribbons, then turned to look at her beautiful husband and asked a completely mood-killing question: “With so many ribbons, won’t the branches get crushed?”

Ling Yu looked at her speechlessly and answered patiently, “After the festival, people will clean them up.”

“Oh!” Tang Wan nodded, then asked, “But isn’t that a waste of everyone’s effort? They work so hard to hang them up, and then—”

“Wife!” Ling Yu was nearly defeated by her. He sighed weakly. “Don’t you want to pray for anything?”

Tang Wan tilted her head. “Like what?”

“Like… praying that you and your husband will live harmoniously, happily, and forever?”

“…” Would praying even work? Even though Tang Wan technically counted as a kind of ghost, she didn’t believe in gods or Buddha.

Even if gods existed, they were far too busy to care about the wishes of a random little woman like her.

If prayers worked that easily, no one would need to do anything—they could just worship gods all day.

So Tang Wan said very seriously, “I don’t believe in gods or Buddha. I only believe in myself!”