After Redeeming The Beautiful and Tragic Heroine [Transmigration] - Chapter 37

Three more darts flew.

Yu Yuan rushed to block them, but one still grazed her cheek, drawing a line of bright red blood on her face.

A faint sting radiated from the wound. Yu Yuan frowned, quickly wiped the blood from her cheek with her sleeve, and prepared to refocus on the main house.

Unexpectedly, Qin Niang, who had been hiding behind her, suddenly stepped forward and reached out toward her face.

“Young Sect Master, are you alright?!” Qin Niang’s voice was frantic.

Yu Yuan glanced sideways at Qin Niang, instinctively dodged the hand reaching for her, and took a step back.

“I’m fine,” Yu Yuan said simply, turning her attention back to the main house.

The main house door had been opened from the inside.

Beneath the night sky, a girl in a fiery red shirt, carrying a dark red long blade, stepped out, illuminated by the moonlight and looking particularly dazzling.

“Who are you people?” Yi Yue’s gaze fell on the three of them with a flicker of confusion in her eyes.

She had assumed it was Changyu Lin attempting another late-night sneak attack.

That was why she had been so ruthless with her moves just now.

“Fairy, are you alright?”

Yi Yue’s gaze swept between Yu Yuan and Qin Niang, noticing the injury on Yu Yuan’s face. She quickly pulled a porcelain jar from the storage pouch at her waist, walked over, and offered it to Yu Yuan.

“Fairy, this medicine is the best for external injuries. Please accept it, if you don’t mind.”

Yi Yue felt slightly embarrassed, knowing the injury was caused by her.

Qin Niang frowned at Yi Yue and was about to push the medicine away.

But Yu Yuan took the medicine first.

“Thank you, Fairy Yi,” Yu Yuan said.

Yi Yue withdrew her hand, looking at Yu Yuan curiously. “You know me?”

She didn’t recall meeting a disciple who so clearly came from an Immortal Sect like Yu Yuan.

“I do,” Yu Yuan, noticing Yi Yue’s confusion, nodded and quickly introduced them:

“My name is Yu Yuan. This is Qin Niang, and the one hiding under the stone table is Wei Haoran. The three of us are Miao—disciples of the Hehuan Sect, hired by Miss Mo to resolve a matter of the “True Love Thread.” [Yu Yuan, hide the fact that they are from Miaoyin Sect]

When allocating their courtyards, Mo Zhao had mentioned a few things about Yi Yue and Changyu Lin.

Therefore, Yu Yuan had a slight understanding of this temporary roommate.

Yi Yue understood after hearing this. “So you are a Fairy from the Hehuan Sect. I apologize for my offense just now. I, Yi Yue, was in the wrong.”

Yu Yuan smiled faintly and shook her head. “It’s just a minor injury. Since Fairy Yi has given me this medicine as compensation, let’s consider the matter closed.”

Yi Yue was surprised by Yu Yuan’s good temper. She immediately bowed her head and cupped her hands. “Your generosity is commendable, Fairy.”

*******

While Yu Yuan was settling things with Yi Yue, the situation on Xue Qingshu’s side was no less precarious.

She, Elder Yunting, and Xi Mengjiao were staying in one courtyard.

The moment the three of them stepped through the gate, before they could even take in the courtyard’s layout, countless ice shards erupted from the ground beneath their feet.

Elder Yunting didn’t have time to react. One of the ice shards pierced her Daoist robe, leaving her suspended high in the air.

She tried to use a spell to escape the ice shard, but no sooner had she broken free from one than the next instantly pierced her skirt again, trapping her high up.

Having no other choice, Elder Yunting could only call for help from Xue Qingshu, who was currently sitting cross-legged on the rooftop, leisurely examining the courtyard.

“Wen Ti, save me!” Elder Yunting yelled up at her.

Xue Qingshu looked down at her, then whirled around, flying down from the rooftop to stand in front of a wing room. She acted as if she hadn’t heard Elder Yunting’s distress call.

She pushed open the wing room door, walked in without hesitation, and then slowly began to close the door.

Seeing Xue Qingshu deliberately pretending not to hear, Elder Yunting grew desperate.

“Wen Ti, don’t leave! Get me down first!” Elder Yunting shrieked, straining her voice.

Xue Qingshu paused.

She remained silent, her gaze toward Elder Yunting growing even colder.

Elder Yunting fell silent.

She watched helplessly as the gap in the door closed further under Xue Qingshu’s hand. Finally, she had to abandon her struggle and decided to appeal to Xi Mengjiao, who was also heading for a room.

But just as she switched targets, the door of the main house was kicked open with a bang.

Next, a young man in a light blue long gown, wearing a jade crown, walked out of the main house.

The youth’s eyes glowed with a faint blue light.

He lowered his gaze, his vision sweeping over Elder Yunting suspended high in the courtyard, and then met Xue Qingshu’s eyes.

The two stared at each other for a moment. The youth’s lips barely moved, and whatever he said made Xue Qingshu slam the door shut with a loud bang.

Xue Qingshu went inside.

Xi Mengjiao, opposite her, naturally didn’t dare to linger either. She gave Changyu Lin a friendly wave and quickly entered her room.

Mo Zhao had said that Changyu Lin could see into people’s minds; now, it seemed it really wasn’t false.

Xi Mengjiao recalled Xue Qingshu’s reaction upon seeing Changyu Lin’s mouth move, and silently added: Furthermore, even someone of an Elder’s rank couldn’t escape that fellow’s eyes. It’s no wonder Mo Zhao didn’t want this person.

After all, who would want a future husband who could expose your petty schemes during a simple argument?

Then both Xue Qingshu and Xi Mengjiao went inside.

Changyu Lin didn’t leave the door gaping open either. She slammed it shut with another bang, and all noise ceased.

The noisy courtyard fell silent, leaving only Elder Yunting hanging high on the ice shard in the center.

Elder Yunting: Fck.

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The next day, before the sky had fully brightened, Yu Yuan was awakened by the sound of fighting.

She groggily opened her eyes, stared at the unfamiliar bed curtains, collected herself for a moment, then got up and walked barefoot to the window, propping open the shutters.

Outside, facing her window, was the empty ground of the courtyard.

In the open space, two figures, one red and one blue, were entangled in a brawl.

The one in red was, of course, Yi Yue, whom Yu Yuan had encountered yesterday.

And the one in blue….

“That’s Changyu Lin,” Xue Qingshu appeared by Yu Yuan’s window without her noticing.

Yu Yuan rested one hand on the windowsill, gazing at Changyu Lin, deep in thought. “I remember this Changyu Lin is also—”

Before Yu Yuan could finish, Changyu Lin glanced coldly in her direction.

Yu Yuan flinched and straightened her back.

She had almost forgotten that Changyu Lin’s setting was the ability to hear people’s inner thoughts.

In the original novel, Mo Zhao disliked Changyu Lin precisely because he listened to her inner monologue during the selection process and blurted it out on the spot.

“You’re interested in Yi Yue not because of the True Love Thread; you’re just after her looks.”

This was the longest words Changyu Lin spoke in the original novel.

Yu Yuan thought that if Changyu Lin hadn’t been the second candidate for the True Love Thread, Mo Zhao would have probably chased him out of the Mo Residence long ago.

However, Yu Yuan didn’t know whether Changyu Lin was ultimately chased out of the Mo Residence.

Because in the original novel, the plotline in Fenglin Town collapsed due to the author digging too many random plot holes, and the five chapters of content were ultimately reduced to just five words: Passed through Fenglin Town.

Thinking of this, Yu Yuan sighed helplessly and continued to watch the fight.

Changyu Lin and Yi Yue traded several more blows.

Watching the two locked in a fierce battle, Yu Yuan couldn’t help but yawn, feeling a bit bored.

Hearing Yu Yuan’s yawn, Xue Qingshu asked, “Want to go out for a walk?”

Yu Yuan rubbed her eyes and nodded. “Let’s go.”

The two left the small courtyard and walked straight out of the Mo Residence.

*******

Outside the Mo Residence, Xi Mengjiao was standing at the main entrance with her hands on her hips, also yawning incessantly.

In her blurry-eyed state, she spotted Yu Yuan and Xue Qingshu emerging one after the other from the Mo Residence and greeted them, “Morning.”

Xue Qingshu glanced at Xi Mengjiao but ignored her.

Xi Mengjiao was used to Xue Qingshu’s cold attitude and naturally turned her gaze to Yu Yuan.

Over the past couple of days, she had developed a rough understanding of Yu Yuan’s temperament.

Toward strangers, she was either cold-faced and extremely guarded, or very polite but with an air of detachment in her every movement.

Toward acquaintances, she didn’t speak much, but her wariness was noticeably lower, and she was considerably friendlier.

Xi Mengjiao confidently thought that Yu Yuan must have placed her in the acquaintance zone.

Therefore, she was certain Yu Yuan would respond to her greeting.

Sure enough, after just a few glances, Yu Yuan responded with a simple “Morning.”

After the greeting, Xi Mengjiao considered that neither of them was very familiar with Fenglin Town.

So, she suggested to them, “The morning tea in this Fenglin Town is the best. If the Young Sect Master and Immortal Lord don’t mind, why don’t we go experience it together?”

Morning tea? Yu Yuan considered it for a moment. She wanted to go.

She looked at Xue Qingshu and asked, “Shall we go together?”

Xue Qingshu had no objection.

The three of them went together to the most famous morning tea shop in Fenglin Town.

The tea shop was bustling with customers coming and going.

The three found a window seat on the second floor and ordered every signature dish the shop had to offer.

While having a morning tea, Yu Yuan briefly recounted what had happened that morning.

Xi Mengjiao smiled after hearing it. “Mo Zhao told me about this. Those two are wrestling every day. When I woke up early and saw Changyu Lin wasn’t there, I knew he had gone to find Yi Yue again. Every morning, it’s either you coming to my place or me coming to yours, more often than they go to Mo Zhao’s. If you ask me, they should just become a couple.”

Yu Yuan’s lips curled up as she thought this, but she showed no significant reaction on her face and didn’t reply to Xi Mengjiao.

Xi Mengjiao didn’t mind and continued talking to herself: “Mo Zhao said those two didn’t get along from the start. When the True Love Thread was issued, they got into a fight, and I heard Changyu Lin pushed Yi Yue to the ground and groped her chest. Oh, right, it was Changyu Lin who revealed Yi Yue was a woman.”

Xi Mengjiao hadn’t finished: “Thinking about it now, Mo Zhao’s choice not to have a monogamous marriage was wise. After all, those two together are a pure recipe for domestic turmoil.”

Seeing that the two were still calmly eating their morning tea, Xi Mengjiao couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Don’t either of you have anything to say?”

The two nodded in unison, indicating that they truly had nothing to say.

Finding them boring, Xi Mengjiao looked out the window and spotted Mo Zhao walking past.

Watching her back, Xi Mengjiao finished the last bite of her bun, remembered the strategy they hadn’t finished discussing yesterday, and quickly said goodbye to Yu Yuan and Xue Qingshu before heading out to catch up.

As soon as Xi Mengjiao left, Yu Yuan moved to sit across from Xue Qingshu.

She accepted a bowl of steamed egg custard that the waiter had just brought, savoring it with narrowed eyes.

“Aren’t you eating?” Yu Yuan asked Xue Qingshu midway through her meal.

Xue Qingshu handed Yu Yuan a silk handkerchief. “I’m full. You eat more.”

Yu Yuan took the handkerchief and wiped her mouth, just about to say, “This steamed egg custard is truly excellent; you should try some.”

However, just as she was about to open her mouth, she sensed an unfamiliar spiritual energy quietly approaching her and Xue Qingshu.

“It’s that a person,” Yu Yuan frowned.

Xue Qingshu hmm-ed, slowly picked up her teacup, and took a small sip. “He didn’t succeed at the Demon Prison Pavilion, so naturally, he would follow us.”

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