Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 13

Upon hearing this, Peach Blossom’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “It’s not that I don’t trust Miss A’Tian, it’s just…”

“The Dharma Protector is merely concerned about Xiao Zhu,” A’Tian replied with a gentle smile. “Isn’t that right?”

Peach Blossom nodded. She felt that A’Tian was like a kind, understanding older sister, exuding an inexplicable warmth that made one instinctively want to rely on her.

The two returned to the villa, where Xiao Zhu was already waiting at the entrance.

“Miss Xiao Zhu,” Peach Blossom hurried forward, examining her closely. “Are your injuries not serious?”

“Thank you for your concern, Dharma Protector. They are only minor superficial wounds,” Xiao Zhu replied with a smile, though inwardly surprised by Peach Blossom’s genuine care for her condition.

“Speaking of which, I haven’t thanked Sister A’Tian yet,” Xiao Zhu said, turning to A’Tian with a smile. “If it weren’t for your timely arrival, I’m afraid.”

At the thought of Xiao Yuan being taken away by the disciples of the Punishment Hall, Xiao Zhu’s smile stiffened slightly.

Xiao Yuan and she had grown up together in the Night God Sect, training and playing side by side. Their bond was so deep that it was difficult for outsiders to comprehend. The Dharma Protector had shown them kindness, so they had long since decided that she would be the next sect leader.

Xiao Yuan had always been like this since childhood. Her heart and mind were solely devoted to the Dharma Protector. Even if the Dharma Protector disliked something, for her sake, Xiao Yuan would risk her life to accomplish it, never understanding the meaning of “ingratiation.” This time was no different; she had defied the Dharma Protector’s orders, violated sect rules, and even attracted the attention of the Punishment Hall.

Thinking of this, a trace of bitterness crossed Xiao Zhu’s heart.

“If there is nothing else, I shall take my leave now.”

“Miss A’Tian, there’s no need for such formality,” Peach Blossom said, quickly helping A’Tian up as she saw her bow slightly. Even Xiao Zhu showed her respect, indicating that A’Tian was no ordinary maid. At the very least, her rank was higher than Xiao Zhu.

Peach Blossom smiled faintly. “Thank you so much for today, Miss A’Tian.”

“There’s no need for formalities, Dharma Protector. From now on, you may simply call me by my name.”

Peach Blossom was momentarily taken aback before realizing that these words were a reminder for her to be mindful of her status. Shaking her head with a sigh, she murmured, “Indeed, times have changed.”

Back then, she had only wanted to cling to Guan Fusha’s powerful influence. How had things ended up in such a mess?

Meanwhile.

After A’Tian led Peach Blossom away, a striking figure in crimson silently appeared in the pavilion. She walked directly to the stone stool beside Guan Fusha, poured herself a cup of fragrant tea, and gazed in the direction Peach Blossom had left. With a seductive laugh, she remarked, “If A’Tian hadn’t informed me in time, your precious junior sister might have met an untimely end.”

“What about Xiao Yuan?” Guan Fusha’s smile remained, but her voice grew colder.

“She’s in the Punishment Hall,” Yan Hong replied, taking a sip of tea. “You know her temperament—there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Guan Fusha raised an eyebrow, her expression making her thoughts clear.

As the head of the Night God Sect’s Punishment Hall, was it really appropriate for her to say such a thing?

“Let’s go.”

Guan Fusha strode out of the pavilion and, with a few light leaps, vanished from Yan Hong’s sight.

Yan Hong set down her teacup, shook her head, and clicked her tongue softly, sighing inwardly.

When had their Dharma Protector become so impatient?

The Punishment Hall was located in a remote area of the Night God Sect, near the Cliff of Severed Love. Due to the perpetual absence of sunlight, weeds grew wildly around it, and vines dangled from the roof, swaying gently with the slightest breeze. The hall’s black exterior made it appear even more eerie and terrifying, sending chills down one’s spine.

The guards at the door, seeing the rarely visiting Dharma Protector, immediately stepped forward to open the door for her. “Greetings, Dharma Protector.”

“You’ve worked hard.” Guan Fusha nodded to them in acknowledgment before stepping inside.

The interior of the Punishment Hall was vastly different from its exterior—clean, tidy, and comfortable, with a layout and furnishings similar to the main hall, though on a smaller scale.

Guan Fusha passed through the outer hall, lifted the curtain, and walked directly inside.

It was a dimly lit corridor, surrounded by thick stone walls that blocked out the sunlight. The only illumination came from torches mounted on the walls, casting a lifeless and gloomy atmosphere over the entire place.

Continuing further in, she passed through a small door and saw a row of neatly arranged prison cells. Some were empty, while others held prisoners. The only commonality among them was the lifelessness etched on their faces, as if they were mere walking corpses devoid of any vitality.

“Dharma Protector.” The guards greeted Guan Fusha respectfully and opened the innermost door for her.

“Hmm.” She responded indifferently and stepped inside.

Inside the cell, Xiao Yuan was sitting cross-legged on the floor, her hands and feet shackled. In just a few hours, she had grown noticeably haggard. The moment she saw Guan Fusha enter, she became agitated and tried to stand, causing the chains to clatter loudly. Her voice was filled with urgency, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time. “Dharma Protector!”

Guan Fusha walked to the table and sat down, picking up a teacup to take a small sip. “Take it easy.”

When she had entered, she had immediately noticed the redness, swelling, and broken skin on Xiao Yuan’s wrists and ankles, likely the result of violent struggles against the shackles.

She used the lid of the teacup to skim off the foam residue, took another sip, and then asked calmly, “Don’t your hands and feet hurt?”

“Dharma Protector…” Xiao Yuan froze, slowly lowering her head. Her heart was a whirlwind of emotions, but in the end, only bitterness remained. “As long as it’s for you, Dharma Protector, this servant does not feel any pain.”

“You don’t feel pain, so you dared to defy my orders so boldly?” Guan Fusha set down the teacup, her voice colder than usual.

“No, it’s not like that!” Xiao Yuan’s emotions flared up again, pulling at the chains and creating a metallic clatter. “Everything this servant did was for you, Dharma Protector!”

“Tsk, tsk, what a loyal and charming maid, so devoted to her master.” Yan Hong walked in slowly, clapping her hands, a mocking smile etched deeply into Xiao Yuan’s eyes.

She stepped in front of Xiao Yuan, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you know that your reckless actions nearly ruined our plans?”

Xiao Yuan looked bewildered, unsure of what Yan Hong meant by “plans.” Soon, however, she connected it to Peach Blossom, whom Guan Fusha had unexpectedly saved, and the position of the Left Dharma Protector.

Her face instantly turned pale. She glanced past Yan Hong at Guan Fusha, her lips suddenly dry and parched. “C-could it be…”

“Enough,” Guan Fusha interjected coolly, cutting her off. The rare smile vanished from her face, replaced by an inscrutable expression. She cast a glance at Yan Hong, tinged with a hint of reproach. “Yan Hong, you’ve said too much.”

Yan Hong let out a dismissive hum and walked over to sit in her previous spot, deciding she would no longer meddle in the affairs of this master and servant.