After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 7

It was July, the hottest time of the year—snow was impossible.
Yet the snowflakes drifting down from the sky felt all too real.

Dreams shifted with their owner’s emotions.
Chen Wu was heartbroken, so the sky that had been blazing bright just a moment ago suddenly turned to snow.

Yue Xi ached for her, but there was nothing she could do.

Qing He had said that although this was a dream, everything happening here had once truly happened.

And since it had already happened, they could not change the past.
All they could do was follow along with the flow of events and see where things would lead.

Suddenly, a sharp rebuke rang out.
Yue Xi jolted in fright and turned her head—Cui Ping stood there, her expression dark with displeasure.
Meanwhile, Chen Wu looked just like a child who had done wrong, flustered and lost under her gaze.

A gust of icy wind swept through, and the snow abruptly thickened severalfold.
Snowflakes, whipped by the wind, struck their faces like open-handed slaps.

Yue Xi’s eyes stung from the snow. She turned her head and saw Qing He standing motionless, face blank, seemingly dazed.

Yue Xi quickly pulled the frail ghost girl into her arms, shielding her from the storm with her own body.

“Don’t space out—let’s find shelter.”

Qing He turned to her. Snowflakes clung to the lashes of the mortal cultivator, her eyes glittering like melted snow, clear and pure, reflecting only Qing He.

Qing He wanted to say, ‘Why would I, in all my power, need the care of a fragile mortal?’
But when the words reached her lips, she couldn’t bring herself to utter them.

“…Very well.”

The two slipped under the eaves of a nearby house. It didn’t block much, but it was better than nothing.

Cui Ping’s lips moved, as if speaking something, but the snowfall was so heavy that Yue Xi couldn’t make out a word.

Chen Wu clutched at her sleeve, gazing at her with pleading eyes. But she was shoved away, tumbling to the ground.

Cui Ping gave her only a single glance before walking off cold-faced.
Chen Wu lay there, unmoving.

Soon snow covered her entire body.
The thick lashes of her eyes became a perch for snowflakes. She blinked, scattering them off, but her eyes were wet with tears.

Yue Xi drew a deep breath and rushed into the snow.

Qing He called after her:
“Where are you going?”

Yue Xi replied:
“Stay hidden. Don’t let her see you.”

If the dream’s owner noticed them, then everyone else inside would see them too.
Yue Xi had originally planned to simply avoid being noticed, but seeing Chen Wu like this, she couldn’t just stand by.

Such a good girl, and still betrayed like this. That scumbag Cui Ping—if only I could land a few punches on her.

But Chen Wu was only a fifteen-year-old girl, raised within the palace walls. Her parents adored her, her siblings spoiled her—she believed the world was wholly kind.

How could she have foreseen the complexity of human nature?

To be tricked by someone as skilled a manipulator as Cui Ping wasn’t really her fault.

They’d grown up together as childhood companions. Cui Ping was beautiful, spoke sweetly, and easily won hearts. For a pure princess to be bewitched was no surprise.

Yue Xi came before Chen Wu. The girl immediately stifled her sobs, wiping her tears away with her sleeve, turning her head so Yue Xi wouldn’t see her in such a pitiful state.

“Who are you?”

Yue Xi crouched down so their eyes were level.
“My name is Yue Xi. The snow is too heavy—sitting here will only make you fall ill. You should stand.”

Chen Wu lowered her head, muttering:
“I know. Thank you.”

But she made no move to rise.

So Yue Xi firmly pulled her up.
“Miss, love isn’t the only thing in this world that matters. If you neglect yourself like this, how heartbroken would your parents be to know?”

Chen Wu’s eyes flashed with guarded suspicion.
“Who exactly are you? How do you know about me?”

Yue Xi calmly answered:
“I guessed. A girl as pretty as you, sitting here so sorrowful in a snowstorm—what else could it be but heartbreak?”

Chen Wu sniffled, uncertain.
“Really?”

Yue Xi’s gaze was steady, earnest.
“As true as can be.”

Chen Wu hesitated, then said softly:
“All right. You’re good-looking. I’ll believe you—for now.”

Yue Xi almost laughed. The little princess was far too naïve. Judging people by looks was dangerous.

But then, if she hadn’t been such a face-lover, she never would’ve fallen so hard for Cui Ping’s beauty in the first place.

Normally, Yue Xi couldn’t stand foolish people. But somehow she didn’t dislike Chen Wu—maybe because her simplicity was genuine.

Qing He walked over and asked,
“How long do you plan on lingering in the snow?”

Yue Xi, startled, signaled with her eyes—Why did you come here?
But Qing He ignored her, turning instead to Chen Wu.

“Miss, we are strangers in the capital, unfamiliar with the city. Could you perhaps find us a place to stay?”

Chen Wu looked at Qing He, awe flashing in her eyes. Without hesitation, she said:
“Come to my manor. You can keep me company.”

Qing He glanced at Yue Xi.
“Then we shall gratefully accept.”

Thus, the two successfully gained lodging at the princess’s residence.

On the way back, Yue Xi asked Qing He why she’d been so certain Chen Wu would invite them to stay.

Qing He kept her gaze forward, posture straight, her aura colder than the snow all around them.
“Because she is just as foolish as you.”

Yue Xi was sure she’d been insulted—she even had evidence.

After being out in the storm, Chen Wu seemed to have already shaken off her quarrel with Cui Ping.

Testing her, Yue Xi asked:
“Your Highness… and your beloved?”

Chen Wu blushed with a shy smile.
“Oh, not a lover—but we’ll be betrothed soon. Today was just a little tiff. I’ll coax her back.”

Yue Xi: “…”
“That’s not the point! No matter the quarrel, one doesn’t abandon you in the street in a snowstorm.”

Chen Wu pressed her lips together, excusing her partner.
“It truly wasn’t Sister Ping’s fault. I was inconsiderate. She hasn’t inherited her title yet, and there are wolves all around her. Marriage now would be premature. She was only upset—that’s all.”

Yue Xi was dumbstruck, about to speak—only for Chen Wu to cut her off.

“Ah, but Sister Ping is usually so kind to me. Right now is when she needs me most. I must stay by her side.”

Yue Xi concluded the girl was in the terminal stage of love-brain. Beyond saving.

Chen Wu basked in her own fantasies, face glowing with happiness.
Yue Xi knew no matter what she said now, the princess wouldn’t listen—so she stayed quiet.

She had thought Cui Ping merely a schemer, but hadn’t realized how skilled. Her manipulation was artful—she could truly pua someone.

Chen Wu was too far gone. Unless she hit rock bottom, she’d never turn back.

Back at the princess’s residence, Chen Wu arranged rooms for them. But Qing He spoke first:
“One room will do for the two of us.”

Chen Wu’s gaze darted between them, then landed on them with a knowing ‘I understand’ expression, and she ordered the servants to escort them to a guest room.

Inside, Yue Xi couldn’t help asking,
“Sharing a room… won’t that be inconvenient?”

She didn’t mind, but worried Qing He would.
Even though they’d already shared the most intimate acts, Yue Xi still had the nagging sense Qing He rather disliked her.

Qing He shot her a glance.
“I already told you. Dreams are dangerous. Best not stray too far from me.”

Yue Xi muttered under her breath,
“Two adjoining rooms wouldn’t be that far…”

But Qing He only pulled her down onto the bed, resting her head on Yue Xi’s lap, and closed her eyes.

“You—”

“Quiet. Don’t talk.”

“…Oh.”

So Yue Xi obediently played the role of human pillow.

Qing He’s lips curved faintly, but the smile vanished as quickly as it came. A frown furrowed her brow.

To think this mortal could sway my state of mind… Truly, I mustn’t linger in this dream too long.

Yue Xi didn’t know when she herself drifted off.
When the night watchman’s clapper struck, she woke with a start.

Mist stretched endlessly before her eyes.
No red silk bedding, no faint fragrance—

And no Qing He.

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