Chapter 6: The Foolish Daughter-in-Law, Both Simple and Fierce

My blind wife is adorably silly, always spouting nonsense the moment she opens her mouth.

I had been feeling quite down, but she made me chuckle softly and said, “Isn’t it a coincidence? It’s both our first marriages. We’re truly a perfect match!”

Hearing this, Qianxi couldn’t help but laugh too.

That shared laughter narrowed the distance between us, easing the awkwardness that had lingered.

After a while, Qianxi suddenly stopped smiling, lowering her head with a hint of guilt and whispered, “I’m really sorry. Because our families arranged this marriage, you ended up marrying me. Marrying a blind woman must be a heavy burden on your heart.”

Her words caught me off guard—I hadn’t expected my silly wife to be so kind-hearted.

I smiled and said, “There’s no burden at all. So what if you’re blind? Blindness doesn’t diminish your worth. Besides, I’m not exactly ‘normal’ either. Do you know why they call me Lin Mazzi? It’s because I was born with a cluster of blue birthmarks all over my face—naturally, I look like I have pockmarks.”

“Normal girls wouldn’t want to marry a guy with a face full of spots. Luckily, you’re blind and can’t see my face. Out of sight, out of mind—you won’t reject me. See? We’re a perfect match from the start.”

Qianxi suddenly understood and tilted her head, saying, “No wonder they call you Lin Mazzi. I always wondered why anyone would name a kid ‘Mazzi.’ So it’s because of the birthmarks.”

I laughed bitterly, “Yeah, my parents named me Lin Mazzi, just so everyone would know I have pockmarks on my face.”

Then I asked her, “Wife, even though you can’t see, do you know about the pockmarks on my face? Does it make you uncomfortable? Do you feel like I’m dirty or unclean?”

Qianxi smiled gently and shook her head softly: “What’s unclean about that? Whether a person is clean or not doesn’t depend on their looks—it depends on their character.”

“Some people have pockmarks but a kind heart. No matter how ugly they look, to me, they’re still clean.”

“Others have pure faces but filthy hearts. No matter how handsome or beautiful they are, to me, they’re not clean.”

Her words made my heart tremble, and I felt even more affection for the woman before me.

I never imagined that, despite her blindness and being a fateful star who supposedly brings misfortune to her parents and relatives, my wife possessed such a righteous worldview.

Moreover, she was stunningly beautiful. Her delicate face framed by elegant eyebrows and eyes, as if she had stepped right out of a painting, an ethereal fairy.

While talking to her, I couldn’t help but gaze long and lovingly at her features.

Her brows were like mountain shadows, her eyes reflected autumn waters, and her small, rosy lips seemed to hold boundless charm.

But as I looked closer, I noticed something strange. My gaze finally settled on her eyes, and I softly asked, “Wife, your blindness—was it not congenital?”

Qianxi sighed deeply and nodded, “When I was born, my eyes were fine. I could see everything without a problem.”

“The accident happened when I was five. I was playing in the yard when suddenly the world spun, and I fainted…”

“When I woke up, I couldn’t see anything anymore. My mother took me across the country to all the top ophthalmology hospitals, consulted every expert, but none could help. They couldn’t even find the cause of my blindness…”

I wasn’t surprised and said calmly, “Hospitals couldn’t find the cause of your blindness because it’s not caused by a disease—it’s caused by a ‘spell’.”

Qianxi was startled, asking in confusion, “Mazzi, what do you mean? What’s a ‘disease’? What’s a ‘spell’?”

I patiently explained, “Usually, blindness is caused by a disease—some physical ailment that leads to vision loss. That’s when you go to the hospital for treatment.”

“But your blindness isn’t from illness. It’s because someone cast a malicious ‘spell’ on you. Someone deliberately used some arcane technique to seal your vision, causing your blindness.”

“So no matter how many hospitals you visit, you can’t restore your sight.”

Her face paled after hearing this.

“What? You mean I was harmed by someone? But I was only five years old then. Who would want to hurt a five-year-old child?”

I said nothing, but inside, I sneered: “So what? I was buried alive in a coffin by my own parents at six. Never underestimate the evil in human nature. This world is full of beasts disguised as humans.”

After a long silence, Qianxi curiously asked, “Mazzi, how did you figure out my blindness was caused by a ‘spell’? Have you encountered such magic before?”

She guessed right. I had indeed encountered it.

Among all trades and professions, there was a particular group called the “itinerant healers.”

These “itinerant healers,” also known as “folk doctors,” aren’t proper doctors despite the name.

They don’t cure with medicine but rely on the very ‘spells’ I mentioned.

These spells can both heal and harm.

The spell that caused Qianxi’s blindness resembled the methods used by these folk doctors.

During my twenty years at the burial ground, I was fortunate enough to cross paths with a few of these wandering healers.

The most renowned among them was a legendary elder of one of the eight great sects of the old underworld, widely respected and feared.

I got along well with him, forming a bond across generations. He cherished my innate talent and taught me everything he knew.

Among the spells he passed down was a special acupuncture technique called “Clear Brightness Seventy-Two Needles,” designed specifically for the eyes.

Inserting silver needles into certain acupoints works like flipping a switch—it can control a person’s vision.

When the switch is turned off, the eyes go blind, and good people become blind.

When the switch is turned on, sight returns, and the blind can see again.

My wife Qianxi’s eyes were clearly switched off. Now, all that’s needed is to flip the switch back on, and her sight will be restored.

At this hopeful moment, she grasped my arm with her delicate hands, gently shaking me, her voice trembling: “Mazzi, speak to me. Have you really encountered this spell? Is there a chance I can see again?”

I didn’t hide the truth and smiled, “Of course.”

“If you trust me, I can try to restore your vision right now. But the question is, do you trust me? Are you willing to let me try?”

Although we were legally married, it was our first meeting, and I was still green and inexperienced. I guessed she might hesitate to let me touch her eyes.

But unexpectedly, my wife was both naive and brave. She puffed out her small chest and said fearlessly, “What’s there to be afraid of? I’ve been blind for seventeen years. If it doesn’t work, I’ll just stay blind for the rest of my life. Mazzi, go ahead and try. If you succeed, it’s yours; if you fail, it’s mine.”

Her words warmed my heart.

Since she trusted me so completely, I would never let her down.