After I Transmigrated into the Novel, I made the Heroine Fall for Me - Chapter 83

Gao Tian stumbled back from the poke, looking at her with timid eyes as she whispered, “Sister Ying, this really isn’t appropriate.”

Why did Fang Qingying seem to have reverted to her old self just after stepping into the dressing room?

She stole a puzzled glance at Fang Qingying, it was definitely her. There was no chance she had been replaced, so what was going on?

After spending so much time together, Gao Tian had come to deeply appreciate the Fang Qingying who had woken up in the hospital, not the one standing before her now.

The reason she could instantly tell the difference was mainly because the former version of Fang Qingying had instilled fear in her.

In Gao Tian’s eyes, Fang Qingying seemed to show no respect for anyone. She preferred to act on her own whims, never acknowledging when she caused trouble for others, instead blaming them for getting in her way.

“Don’t think just because Shen Lixie is around, I won’t dare to fire you?” Fang Qingying snorted coldly, watching Gao Tian’s pitiful demeanor before shoving her aside.

Only Gao Tian, who was pushed so hard she staggered, knew the true force behind that shove.

“Sister Ying, if you really want to leave, can you at least wait until after filming your scenes?” Gao Tian gritted her teeth and stepped in front of her again.

They had only just managed to clear her name of the scandals. If Fang Qingying left now, there was no telling what trouble might arise.

Most of the scandals surrounding Fang Qingying were self-inflicted, and no one could understand her reasoning. Fortunately, the issues weren’t too serious and would eventually be forgotten.

Gao Tian thought this was perhaps the only silver lining in the midst of all the chaos.

Fang Qingying stared at Gao Tian with disgust, her arm raised as if to strike. How dare a mere assistant try to tell her what to do?

Did she think she was Beibei? What a joke!

As she spoke, Fang Qingying prepared to bring her hand down: “Hey! I said you’re really annoying! You’re just a lowly.”

Gao Tian closed her eyes in fear, already accustomed to Fang Qingying’s inexplicable outbursts.

But the expected pain never came. Slowly, Gao Tian opened her eyes to see Fang Qingying’s hand frozen just inches from her face.

Gao Tian looked up at Fang Qingying and saw a dazed expression on her face, with a hint of relief in her eyes.

“Sister Ying?” Gao Tian timidly called out.

Fang Qingying awkwardly withdrew her hand, scratching her head as she said, “Um, I think I might have been sleepwalking just now?”

Beneath the awkward expression was a sense of having narrowly escaped disaster.

Thankfully, she hadn’t arrived too late.

What was the original host thinking? Why would she suddenly want to hit someone?

She glanced down at her palm, certain that if that slap had landed on Gao Tian’s face, it would have left a red, swollen mark. She knew exactly how much force the original host had intended to use.

But…

If 888 hadn’t come to wake her up, she might have ended up as a wandering ghost?

“Sister Ying, the next scene is about to start. Would you like to go change your clothes?” After watching Fang Qingying for a moment, Gao Tian mustered the courage to speak.

Hearing this, Fang Qingying looked down at her outfit and quickly nodded. “Oh? Sure.”

How strange. She didn’t recall ever seeing this outfit in the original host’s wardrobe. It really was a problem not having complete memories.

888: “Qingqing, you scared me to death! I thought you wouldn’t be able to win against ‘Fang Qingying’!”

Ever since 888 was seen by Fang Qingying in its fairy form, it now always appeared before her in that adorable little fairy guise.

Fluttering its wings as it flew beside Fang Qingying, it sighed. They had nearly lost all their progress on the mission.

Thus, to ensure the mission could be completed safely, it decided to stick by Fang Qingying’s side without leaving even a step.

Fang Qingying: “I found it quite easy, almost as if this body was originally mine?”

Fang Qingying walked straight into the dressing room, holding her clothes, and leisurely answered 888’s question.

At that moment, she had only one thought: to return the body to its rightful owner.

Just with that thought, she felt she had regained control of the body. Otherwise, that slap would have truly landed on Gao Tian’s face.

Fang Qingying: “By the way, who do you think is the real one me or the original host?”

She had a foreboding feeling that she might have transmigrated into more than one book. Could it be a chaotic mix of worlds?

888: “Insufficient permissions. The system is not authorized to answer this question.”

The familiar electronic voice was devoid of any warmth. Fang Qingying’s hand, which was adjusting her clothes, paused slightly. Traces of red bloomed like plum blossoms against her fair skin. Unfazed, she pulled her collar together and sneered inwardly.

So now it’s “insufficient permissions”? Clearly, something was being hidden from her.

After the makeup artist finished her makeup, Fang Qingying stood up and headed toward the set.

Director Xu was on location, directing the crew on how to arrange the scene. When he saw Fang Qingying approaching, he waved her over and said, “Xiao Fang, come here.”

Fang Qingying walked over without suspicion.

Director Xu pointed here and there, explaining the scene to her.

This scene was to depict the moment after ‘Palace Master Hua’ had defeated a group of people, with the male and female leads arriving late.

“Understood?” Director Xu asked, looking at her.

Fang Qingying nodded and gave an OK sign. She understood.

“Good,” Director Xu nodded. “All departments, get ready!”

“Scene 39, Take 3 action!”

“Clap!”

With the clapperboard’s sound, everyone stood ready.

Zhuo Shuanglian and Yin Muyi hurried up from the foot of the mountain, both bearing injuries.

Zhuo Shuanglian was the first to rush up to Palace Master Hua. Gazing at the striking figure in vibrant red, she asked, “Palace Master Hua, are you alright?”

Amid the chaotic scene of scattered corpses, she stood alone, holding a long sword. Her moon-white dress was entirely stained crimson.

Hearing the voice, her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she lifted her gaze. Her eyes were dark and hollow, as if her soul had departed. She seemed numb to it all, as though she had long grown accustomed to such scenes.

Without a word to the newcomers, Palace Master Hua sheathed her jade sword and fixed her gaze on Yin Muyi, who was drawing closer.

She reached out her hand to him and said, “I ask for one thing only, return the jade pendant to me.”

It was her jade pendant, and she intended to reclaim it.

No matter how Yin Muyi had come to possess the pendant, her destined person was one and only, there could be no other.

Though somewhat puzzled, Yin Muyi untied the koi jade pendant from his waist and handed it over.

He asked, “What significance does this jade pendant hold for you, Palace Master?”

The pendant had been a gift from his parents, and by all rights, he shouldn’t use it for a trade. But her sole demand was the pendant, and he needed her power.

Palace Mistress Hua took the jade pendant and examined it carefully. Only after hearing the other’s question did she leisurely reply, “When I was young, I lost someone.” Now, she was going to find her again.

The jade pendant felt cool to the touch. She compared it with her own pendant. Suddenly, a smile bloomed on Palace Mistress Hua’s face, as beautiful as the melting of ice and snow and the revival of all things.

She snapped the jade pendant in half, letting it slip through her fingers. A relieved smile appeared on her face it wasn’t the same.

The other pendant was still with her.

She had deceived herself, yet it made her happy.

Yin Muyi looked at the broken jade pendant on the ground, puzzled. “Palace Mistress Hua, this?”

Hadn’t she wanted this pendant for so long? Why break it the moment she finally got it?

Palace Mistress Hua did not answer but turned and left.

She was going to find that person.

Her inexplicable behavior left Zhuo Shuanglian and Yin Muyi exchanging glances, confusion evident in their eyes. They remained where they were in Hualan Palace.

The maidservants chorused in unison upon seeing Palace Mistress Hua, “Greetings, Palace Mistress.”

Palace Mistress Hua did not stop for anyone, heading straight to the plum garden within Hualan Palace.

Though the plum garden was not as stunning as it was in winter snow, it still possessed a unique beauty. Particularly striking was the beauty in red robes leaning against the central plum tree.

The woman wearing a fox mask had narrow, cunning eyes that held a sly smile. It was as if she had anticipated Palace Mistress Hua’s arrival and had come here ahead of her.

Noticing Palace Mistress Hua’s disheveled state, Lin Xuehuan twirled a strand of her black hair around her finger, her seductive gaze lingering on her. “Oh? What happened to our esteemed Palace Mistress Hua? Why are you so filthy?”

Palace Mistress Hua, who had been overjoyed to see her, froze at these words.

Her dark eyes filled with grievance, she looked down at the bloodstains splattered on her clothes and bit her red lips lightly.

She hesitated before speaking, “Don’t leave!” She would go change her clothes and return.

But as soon as she finished speaking, the other woman said, “How rare for Palace Mistress Hua not to drive me away today?”

Just as Palace Mistress Hua turned away, she heard the rustle of Lin Xuehuan descending from the tree. Thinking the other was about to leave, she ignored her disheveled state and quickly reached out to grab her sleeve.

She looked up at Lin Xuehuan, her eyes slightly red, as if gazing at a heartless scoundrel. Her fair, jade-like fingers clutched tightly, and she stammered, “No, don’t go.”

The usually aloof Palace Mistress Hua now resembled a little kitten, her round eyes wide as she tugged at the sleeve, her voice soft and sweet as she pleaded, “No, don’t go.” Who could resist such a sight?

Struck by this display, Lin Xuehuan instinctively raised a hand to cover her nose, looking at Palace Mistress Hua in disbelief.

Unable to hold onto the sleeve, Palace Mistress Hua thought the other disliked her. She stood frozen, staring at her empty hands, overwhelmed with sadness.

Her reddened eyes welled with tears, as if a single blink would send them streaming down.

Lin Xuehuan looked down at Palace Mistress Hua, sighed helplessly, and reached out to embrace her without any hint of disgust. “How old are you, still crying so easily? It was you who disliked me, so why are you the one crying?”

The scent of plum blossoms wafted towards her, accompanied by a reassuring voice. Timidly, she reached out and wrapped her arms around the other’s waist.

Muffling her voice, she accused, “First, you deceived me, and now you complain about my clothes being dirty? On top of that, you turn around and claim that I’m the one who dislikes you?”

“Hah? You cried because you thought I disliked you for being dirty?” Lin Xuehuan seemed to have understood something and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Palace Master Hua, you don’t seem like a palace master at all right now more like a delicate, pampered child.”

“I am young, so why can’t I be pampered?” Palace Master Hua spoke with unjustified confidence. “On the contrary, you have repeatedly broken my heart you deserve punishment!”

Lin Xuehuan lowered his head and asked her, “What punishment does the Palace Master have in mind for me?”

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