After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 43

Yue xi wasn’t sure if her current state could be considered alive—after all, she was nothing more than a tree.

The sky felt so close, clouds brushed past her cheeks, damp and clear.

A young girl leaned against her roots, seemingly asleep.

Yue xi wanted to see her face clearly, but her trunk couldn’t bend. Sometimes being too upright isn’t necessarily a good thing, she thought.

A ray of sunlight shone down, dazzling Yue xi until she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her vision had shifted.

The sky seemed farther away, the clouds smaller—but she could now see the girl’s face.

Her cheeks still held traces of baby fat, lending her an air of youth, but it did nothing to diminish her beauty.

Bathed in the dim glow of dawn, the sleeping girl seemed like something out of a dream.

Yue xi stared at her for a long while before realizing her own loss of composure. Fortunately, she was just a tree.

What expressions could a tree possibly show? Even if she had them, no one would notice.

The girl slept deeply, and Yue xi simply kept her company.

The weather here seemed as if it were programmed: endless blue skies, fresh air, with day and night arriving at the same precise times.

Finally, Qing he woke. Her brother had told her this place was beneficial for cultivation, and indeed, he hadn’t lied.

But she had been born a goddess—what room for improvement could there really be?

This divine realm, the Lingxu, had always been inhabited by just her and her brother. It was unbearably dull.

He used to play with her, but ever since returning from the Demon Realm, he rarely spent time with her.

Qing he had asked him many times, but his answers were always vague: she needed to learn to grow up, to shoulder her responsibilities.

What responsibility could she possibly need to bear? Her brother was the sovereign of the Six Realms.

But because of this, Lingxu grew lonelier.

She dreamed not even once across thirty millennia—decades passed in a blink.

With a flick of her finger, a cloud drifted down from the sky, settling at her feet. Its center sank into a small basin, forming a tiny “lake.”

Qing he bent down, scooped up water to wash her face, and froze at the reflection.

Her face seemed slimmer, her eyes larger…

The changes were subtle, almost imperceptible if not observed closely, yet those small differences transformed her entire bearing.

Yue xi stared fixedly, her heart racing.

She had witnessed Qinghe’s growth with her own eyes!

From her perspective, time had hardly passed at all, but the thought that she had been by Qinghe’s side throughout her adolescence filled her with an irrepressible joy.

Qing he splashed her face clean, then flicked her fingers; the cloud resumed its original form and floated back into the sky.

Like a lotus emerging from pure water—untouched by artifice.

Yue xi admired her like a lovesick fool, unaware she had already been discovered.

Qing he stepped up to the tree and gave it a kick, her voice cool:
“Still not going to reveal your form?”

Yue xi hurried to speak, but not even a garbled sound came out. Right—she was only a tree.

Frustration welled up. Her vision narrowed, Qing he’s figure retreating farther and farther away.

After some thought, Qing he pressed her palm against the trunk. Suddenly, Yue xi felt an indescribable tug. Darkness swallowed her as she collapsed to the ground.

Her head rang dully, vision swimming with stars. At last, her eyes focused—and there was Qing he’s face, vivid and impossibly clear.

The girl’s gaze was sharp, tinged with suspicion. When Yue xi didn’t move, she reached out and poked her cheek.

“Hey, what are you?”

This Fusang tree had existed longer than Qing he herself.

Their mother goddess had borne Qing he, and afterward their father had planted the tree, filling it with blessings and hope.

It was her favorite spot to while away boredom. Lying beneath it brought her peace, and talking to it sometimes eased her solitude.

The Fusang was divine, yes—but still just a tree. Everyone knew that. It was not supposed to ever take human form.

Could this be a spy sent by demons?

Suspicion sharpened, Qing he immediately bound Yue xi tightly with vines.
“Speak! Why did you infiltrate Lingxu and possess the Fusang tree? What’s your true purpose?!”

Yue xi glanced down and realized she was stark naked. Seriously? Transforming doesn’t even give you clothes? Zero stars.

“I’d like to know why I was stuck in a tree myself. But I swear, I’m no enemy.”

Qing he studied her a moment longer, then pressed her forehead to Yue xi’s. Yue xi felt a sharp sting between her brows before Qing he finally released her.

“She really isn’t a threat,” Qing he murmured.

Yue xi realized Qing he had just tested her nature. She didn’t understand the principle, but the method seemed dangerous.

If she really had been an enemy, wasn’t this reckless closeness just handing her the chance to strike?

“Xiao Qing, don’t ever use that method again—cough, cough…”

Before she could finish, Yue xi’s throat constricted. Air drained from her lungs, her face flushing red as veins bulged at her temples.

Seeing her on the verge of suffocation, Qing he scooped her up and rushed toward the palace.

In a blink, they reached the divine hall. Qing he pounded at the door.
“Brother, open up! The Fusang tree is dying!”

The door swung open on a gust of wind. Yu Zhu sat calmly inside, sparing only a glance for the woman in Qing he’s arms.

“She can’t adapt to divine air. Give her some spirit dew.”

Yue xi looked down in relief—thankfully Qing he had dressed her.

Struggling to focus, she saw Yu Zhu robed in pale moon-colored silk, elegant and gentle, his eyes shining with divine authority.

He raised his gaze to meet hers, lips curving in an unreadable smile.

And at once Yue xi knew—this was the Yu Zhu from the future, the white phantom.

She and Yu Zhu were both their true selves. Why wasn’t Qing he?

Qing he fed her spirit dew from a leaf. Yue xi swallowed, and immediately her breath eased.

Yu Zhu gave the pair a sidelong glance and waved his sleeve.

“If you’re well, then leave. Don’t disturb me.”

With that, he flung them both out of the time stream. Yue xi watched helplessly as seasons shifted, oceans turned to fields, the world racing past while the pull of weightlessness never ceased.

At last, she slammed to a halt. Her head spun, golden stars bursting before her eyes.

“Look at me.”

A clear, melodious voice pierced her daze. Yuexi opened her eyes.

Qing he was leaning over her, face pale, sweat pouring down her skin.

“Xiao Qing, what’s wrong?”

Alarmed, Yue xi tried to sit up and check her, but Qing he pushed her down—then buried her face against Yue xi’s neck, inhaling desperately.

“It hurts, Fusang. It hurts so much…”

Her nasal, trembling voice pierced straight into Yue xi’s heart, sharp but lingering.

“Be good. Tell me—where does it hurt?”

A vine-shaped mark bloomed behind Qing he’s ear as divine power surged violently through her body. It was far too much; she felt as though she were being torn apart.

Her teeth ground audibly. But when she opened her mouth, it wasn’t to speak—she bit down hard on Yue xi’s lips.

So noisy.

But what could a tree possibly do?

Blood filled Yue xi’s mouth. She dared not struggle, only tried her best to soothe Qing he.

One arm circled her waist, the other gently patted her back, tenderness overflowing.

After biting her, Qing he stilled. Yuexi thought the crisis had passed—until a moment later, Qing he’s lips pressed to hers again, hands slipping beneath her clothes.

Fingers grasped at soft flesh.

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