Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 10

Holding the bronze mirror over her head for protection, Taohua sprinted outside, glancing back repeatedly, deeply worried that Miss Xiao Zhu who was unarmed would be no match for Xiao Yuan.

Not watching where she was going, Taohua had just dashed out of Hibiscus Courtyard when she collided head-on with someone approaching.

“Ah!” Taohua gasped as the bronze mirror slipped from her hand and shattered upon hitting the ground. The scattered shards reflected the sunlight so intensely that it momentarily dazzled her.

“Miss, are you alright?”

A gentle woman’s voice sounded beside Taohua’s ear. She blinked her eyes open to see a strikingly beautiful face. The woman had softly curved eyes that carried a hint of warmth even when she wasn’t smiling, fair skin, and a voice as soft as a whisper. Her entire demeanor exuded a refined, jade-like grace.

If not for the fact that she was wearing the same maid attire as Xiao Zhu and Xiao Yuan, one might have mistaken her for a noble young lady from a prestigious family.

Perhaps still dazed from the glare, Taohua found herself momentarily stunned. Unlike her reaction to Guan Fusha’s striking beauty, this time, it was purely the woman’s orchid-like, scholarly elegance that left her speechless.

“Miss?” Seeing Taohua unresponsive, the woman called again softly.

“…Ah?” Realizing her behavior might seem impolite, Taohua hastily averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Are you talking to me?”

“Yes, miss.” The woman gave a slight bow. “This servant is named A’Tian. The Guardian has requested your presence in the main hall.”

“The main hall?” Taohua’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. If she remembered correctly, the Night God Sect’s main hall was where major sect affairs were discussed. Why would Guan Fusha suddenly summon her there?

But now was not the time to dwell on that!

“Miss A’Tian, something terrible has happened!” Remembering Xiao Zhu’s peril, Taohua impulsively grabbed A’Tian’s delicate white hands in agitation. “Just now, while I was in Hibiscus Courtyard, a girl wielding a whip barged in and tried to kill me! Miss Xiao Zhu fought her to protect me, but she’s unarmed. I’m afraid!”

A’Tian’s expression flickered briefly before returning to calm. She stopped a passing maid and issued a composed order. “Escort this young lady to the main hall to see the Guardian.”

“Understood.” The maid, well-trained and unquestioning, replied, “Miss, please follow me.”

Taohua glanced at the maid and noticed her attire differed from A’Tian’s. A’Tian’s robes were darker than those of the ordinary maids. Now that she thought about it, both Xiao Zhu and Xiao Yuan wore the same style as A’Tian. It seemed even among the Night God Sect’s maids, there were hierarchies. These three were no ordinary servants.

Biting her lip, Taohua hesitated, her face etched with worry. “But what about Miss Xiao Zhu? I can’t just abandon her like this.”

“Please rest assured, miss. This servant will handle the matter.”

“Then, alright. I leave Miss Xiao Zhu in your hands, Miss A’Tian.” Taohua exhaled quietly in relief. The Night God Sect’s maids were clearly more than they appeared, and the three seemed to share a close bond. If A’Tian was willing to intervene, Xiao Zhu would likely be safe.

After entrusting Xiao Zhu to A’Tian, Taohua followed the maidservant to the main hall.

Along the way, the rockeries, pavilions, and exotic flowers were picturesque, but Taohua had no mood to appreciate them. She was preoccupied with worry over why Guan Fusha had summoned her to the main hall.

Could it be… just as Xiao Yuan had said, that Guan Fusha intended to appoint her to the long-vacant position of Left Protector?

“Young lady, we’ve arrived at the main hall,” the maidservant’s voice interrupted Taohua’s thoughts, inviting her to enter.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing hard, Taohua mustered the courage to step inside.

As soon as she entered, all eyes turned toward her, icy and unwelcoming. The hall was so silent that the drop of a pin could be heard. Even a fool could sense the tense atmosphere.

With a quick glance, Taohua noticed that nearly all four Great Protectors and eight Hall Masters were present. Damn it, this was the prelude to a storm!

“Junior Sister, you’re here!” Only Guan Fusha, seated at the highest position, greeted Taohua with a smile, even standing up warmly to welcome her.

“Senior Sister,” Taohua nodded at her, then lowered her head like a timid wife and hurried to her side.

Guan Fusha gazed at her with a radiant smile, descending the steps from her seat as if oblivious to the brewing storm in the hall. Calmly, she announced, “Let me introduce everyone to my Junior Sister, Cui Taohua, our master’s newly accepted disciple. From today onward, she will serve as the Left Protector of the Night God Sect.”

At these words, the expressions of everyone present shifted including Taohua’s.

The phrase “bolt from the blue” couldn’t even begin to describe Taohua’s current state of mind. If time could be rewound, she would have gladly stayed obediently in Hibiscus Court and let Xiao Yuan “accidentally” knock her out.

What the hell! Guan Fusha was practically sending her to her death! Damn it, this wasn’t how you played the game!

As Taohua was contemplating how to decline, an elderly man with flowing white hair rose from his seat. Stroking his beard, he bowed solemnly to Guan Fusha and said, “Though Miss Cui is the sect leader’s disciple, she was not raised within the sect and is unfamiliar with its affairs. Moreover, she is not a martial artist. To rashly appoint her as Left Protector would likely fail to command respect.”

“Elder Qi, I must disagree,” Guan Fusha replied, seemingly unfazed, as if she had anticipated this reaction. Her smile remained unshaken.

Taohua was taken aback. She knew this man—Qi Yong, who had served four sect leaders in his time, including Guan Fusha. He was likely the longest-living elder in the Night God Sect and thus held the position of chief among the four Great Elders, wielding considerable influence.

She stole a glance at Guan Fusha, her heart pounding with anxiety.

This old man Qi Yong was a staunch traditionalist, unwavering in his loyalty once he pledged it to a master. If Guan Fusha spoke up for her here, it would only draw hostility! And beneath him were a host of fiercely loyal subordinates!

“According to the sect’s rules, the disciples accepted by the sect leader will become the Left and Right Guardians of the sect. Since Master has already taken Junior Sister as a disciple, she naturally should assume the position of Left Guardian. These sect rules have been passed down for generations and cannot be casually altered.” Guan Fusha spoke with clear reasoning.