After Redeeming The Beautiful and Tragic Heroine [Transmigration] - Chapter 8

In the front hall, the City Lord and his wife led the guests to their seats.

All the outer sect disciples, except for Wei Haoran, the one who led the group, were taken to their quarters by the butler. This left Yu Yuan and Xue Qingshu alone. Yu Yuan wanted to follow the outer sect disciples but was enthusiastically detained by the City Lord, while Xue Qingshu had to stay to “catch up” since they had come under the pretext of being old friends.

However, as Yu Yuan and Xue Qingshu sat there, they only responded to the City Lord’s pleasantries a couple of times. For the majority of the time, it was Wei Haoran and the City Lord’s family of three discussing the ceremonial music and rituals for the following day.

The black cat in Yu Yuan’s arms purred softly in its sleep. Yu Yuan stroked the cat’s back, skillfully letting her gaze go blank as she began to ponder the mission.

In the original novel, Wei Haoran should have already found Xue Qingshu by now and placed her in the small space of his storage pouch. But today, Yu Yuan had followed Wei Haoran the entire time, and aside from the scammer, he hadn’t picked up so much as a cat or a dog, let alone a person.

So, where had the Female Lead gone?

Where exactly was the Female Lead, who was supposedly right there?! Yu Yuan screamed internally.

Could she still be imprisoned in the Demon Prison Pavilion? But the system had told her the plot was progressing steadily, which meant the Female Lead must be following the storyline, having boarded the Immortal Boat, and come to Sleepless City.

Could the Female Lead have somehow entered Wei Haoran’s storage pouch on her own without Yu Yuan noticing it? It sounded ridiculous, but she couldn’t rule out the possibility.

Yu Yuan thoughtfully looked at the storage pouch hanging from Wei Haoran’s waist, calculating the success rate of stealing it.

“What are you thinking about?”

A voice suddenly rang in her Sea of Consciousness, pulling Yu Yuan back to reality. Yu Yuan looked at the source of the voice with a bad premonition rising in her heart.

“Does Master have something to command of this disciple?” she asked Xue Qingshu via voice transmission.

Xue Qingshu held her teacup, slowly blowing on the hot tea inside while transmitting her voice to Yu Yuan: “Since you’ve copied the Scripture of Clarity and Stillness ten times, can you recite it perfectly now?”

Yu Yuan: ???

Recite the Scripture of Clarity and Stillness again!!!

Her heart sank. She instinctively raised her hand and placed it on the table, bumping the newly poured cup of hot tea. The scalding temperature stimulated the back of her hand. Yu Yuan sucked in a sharp breath and pulled her hand away, but in doing so, she accidentally knocked the teacup onto the floor.

“Clang—”

The teacup shattered, emitting a sharp, crisp sound. Yu Yuan’s pupils trembled; she flinched, startled.

“I—I didn’t do it on purpose!”

Yu Yuan quickly squatted down, fumbling to gather the broken porcelain shards. Unexpectedly, in her haste, a sharp shard sliced a long gash across her hand. A throbbing, intense pain surged from her fingertips. Yu Yuan bit her lip, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on her forehead. Still, she shielded the wound, endured the pain, and continued to pick up the shards.

Xue Qingshu was closest to her. Seeing this, she immediately pulled Yu Yuan up from the floor, attempting to summon her demon power to staunch the bleeding from Yu Yuan’s wound.

However, the porcelain shard that cut Yu Yuan was made of Cold Jade. Cold Jade inherently carried chilling energy, which was exacerbating Yu Yuan’s wound. Moreover, the spells Xue Qingshu cultivated also contained cold energy, so when her demon power touched Yu Yuan’s injury, it not only failed to heal it but made the wound even worse.

The City Lord, who had been peering over after the teacup shattered, quickly focused on their side. He squinted at the hand Xue Qingshu was holding, and upon clearly seeing the blood dripping from it, he let out a loud “Aiya!” He quickly looked away and called a demon servant in.

“Young Sect Master Yu, my manor has a small infirmary. I’ll have this demon servant lead the way and take you to get the wound bandaged,” he told Yu Yuan.

The demon servant stepped forward and invited Yu Yuan to follow. Yu Yuan looked at the demon servant, then at the shattered porcelain on the floor. Finally, she thanked the City Lord, pulled her hand out of Xue Qingshu’s grip, and followed the demon servant out.

Xue Qingshu stood behind Yu Yuan, watching her receding figure, her hands that were hidden inside her sleeves were clenching slightly.

After leaving the front hall, Yu Yuan felt much more relaxed. She looked at the black cat, still soundly asleep on her shoulder, sighed helplessly, and sped up to keep pace with the demon servant ahead.

They walked across a covered corridor and through a round gate. As Yu Yuan stepped into a new courtyard, she saw a person curled up on the ground, hugging its head.

This was the same person who had been kneeling in the lake pavilion earlier. Someone next to her was whipping her mercilessly with a rattan cane. With every stroke, the flesh and skin were torn, and terrifying bloody marks blossomed across her thin, coarse cloth shirt.

Yu Yuan frowned and looked at the person inflicting the violence, realizing it was the old maidservant who followed the City Lord’s wife.

The old maidservant noticed Yu Yuan at that moment. She paused her whipping hand, quickly put the cane away, offered Yu Yuan an awkward smile, and then dragged the half-dead person on the ground to clear a path for Yu Yuan.

But the person on the ground seemed to sense something as well. She trembled and stretched out a hand, grabbing a cobblestone on the path in front of her, blocking Yu Yuan’s way.

The old maidservant’s brow twitched. She bent down, pulled away the person’s struggling hand, and cursed in a low voice: “This is the Young Sect Master of the Miaoyin Sect. What are you, that you don’t move away immediately? Don’t dirty her eyes.”

With that, she dragged the person and walked off.

Yu Yuan stood still, her gaze fixed on the person being dragged away. The person slowly raised her head, and through her tangled hair, a pair of cloudy eyes were revealed. When those eyes met Yu Yuan’s, her vision briefly swam, but the stinging pain from her palm quickly brought her back to her senses.

More cold energy had invaded the wound.

The demon servant beside her urged with concern, “Young Sect Master Yu, your wound seems to have deepened. We should hurry to the infirmary.”

Yu Yuan looked down at the injury on her hand, considered for a moment, and then nodded to the demon servant: “Let’s go.”

She couldn’t help that person. Judging by the old maidservant’s attitude toward her, that person was definitely not being punished merely for failing to pick lotus seed pods for the City Lord’s wife. There had to be something more behind the scenes that Yu Yuan didn’t know.

Yu Yuan even had a vague feeling that the City Lord’s wife probably hated this so-called demon servant.

Furthermore, regarding this City Lord’s Manor, she knew too little, apart from the few scattered descriptions in the original novel. Therefore, rashly intervening would only be detrimental to herself. It would also be detrimental to that person. Forget being the Young Sect Master of the Miaoyin Sect; even her own father would likely find it difficult to meddle in this affair.

Thus, Yu Yuan carefully weighed her options and chose to prioritize her own safety.

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