Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 14

Guan Fusha rose and walked over to Xiao Yuan, lowering her gaze as she said, “I believe you are aware of the magnitude of the mistake you have made this time.”

“This servant knows her wrongdoing.” Xiao Yuan, intimidated by the stern aura emanating from Guan Fusha, kept her head bowed, not daring to look at her.

“According to the sect’s rules, attempting to assassinate a Guardian is a crime punishable by death,” Guan Fusha stated calmly.

Xiao Yuan’s face instantly turned ashen.

She had anticipated this outcome, but for the Guardian, she had no regrets!

Clenching her lower lip, Xiao Yuan resolved herself inwardly. “This servant is willing to accept the punishment.”

Yan Hong, who had been watching from the sidelines, let out a mocking laugh and clapped her hands, her tone laced with sarcasm. “How touching.”

Xiao Yuan’s face flushed as if scorched by fire. She lifted her head and gazed steadily into Guan Fusha’s clear, pond-like eyes. “For the Guardian, this servant has no regrets.”

Guan Fusha chuckled softly. “Very well, I shall grant your wish.”

Xiao Yuan closed her eyes, resigned to her fate. After a long wait, the expected pain never came. Instead, she heard a clattering sound, and the heavy, cold weight on her wrists vanished. When she opened her eyes again, her hands were free, and the cold shackles lay quietly on the ground.

“…Guardian?” Xiao Yuan looked at Guan Fusha in disbelief.

“Rise,” Guan Fusha said, her tone noticeably softer than before, though she made no move to help Xiao Yuan up. “Though you have committed a grave offense, in light of your years of service to the Night God Sect and your loyalty to your master, I have decided to spare your life.”

Guan Fusha’s leniency moved Xiao Yuan deeply, her emotions surging like a tidal wave. Her voice trembled with emotion. “Guardian…”

“However,” Guan Fusha continued, “while death may be pardoned, punishment cannot be avoided. I sentence you to one month of reflection in the punishment hall, and you are demoted to a third-rank servant.”

Xiao Yuan froze for a moment before the reality sank in, filling her heart with bitterness.

Of course, how could she expect the Guardian to let her off without punishment? She wasn’t afraid of being punished—she had done it all willingly and had prepared herself for any consequence. But… why did it have to be separation from the Guardian?

To her, this punishment was worse than death.

Xiao Yuan’s expression darkened. She opened her mouth, but her throat was so dry she couldn’t make a sound. After a long pause, she finally managed to say, “…This servant thanks the Guardian for sparing her life.”

Guan Fusha acknowledged her with a faint hum and turned to leave the cell. Yan Hong, seeing this, followed suit. Glancing back at the closed cell door, Yan Hong couldn’t shake the image of Xiao Yuan’s devastated expression from her mind. “You truly are heartless.”

“Since ancient times, excessive affection has only led to regret. Sometimes, being heartless isn’t necessarily a bad thing,” Guan Fusha replied with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

She was well aware of Xiao Yuan’s feelings for her. Unable to reciprocate, she had always chosen to turn a blind eye. She never expected Xiao Yuan to be so infatuated as to go to such foolish lengths for her sake.

For some reason, Guan Fusha suddenly recalled that day in the lakeside pavilion, the kiss when peach blossoms gently brushed against her cheek. An indescribable emotion was spreading within her, boundless, as if it were about to fill her entire heart. This unfamiliar feeling left Guan Fusha both excited and fearful, her fingertips trembling involuntarily.

Yan Hong noticed Guan Fusha’s unusual demeanor. “Why do you seem so distracted? Are you still thinking about what happened with Xiao Yuan?”

“No, I was just thinking about something else,” Guan Fusha quickly reined in her emotions, refusing to dwell on the events of that day. She feigned her usual composure and said, “Let’s go. With our junior sister newly appointed as the Guardian, Qi Yong will probably dump a pile of troublesome tasks on us.”

Late at night, the moon hung from the branches.

With most of Hibiscus Courtyard destroyed by Xiao Yuan, Taohua naturally stayed overnight in the annex.

Exhausted from the morning’s events, Taohua went to bed early after dinner. Before the hour of Xu, most of the lights in the annex had been extinguished, leaving only a few small lamps lit.

In the midst of her dreams, Taohua faintly heard a rustling sound. Unable to make it out clearly, she assumed it was Guan Fusha, unable to find a place to sleep, coming to her room, and paid it no mind. Suddenly, a chill ran through her hand resting beside the pillow, as if something strange was slithering over it; something sticky and unpleasant.

The sensation was so repulsive that Taohua jolted awake from her dream.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she heard a sharp “hiss,” eerily similar to the sound of a snake’s tongue flicking. At first, she thought she was still half-asleep and hearing things, but the sound was too real, echoing incessantly in her ears.

Taohua’s heart sank. Clinging to a sliver of hope, she slowly shifted her gaze upward. A small snake, about the thickness of a rope, was coiled beside her pillow, its swaying tail occasionally brushing against the back of her hand, which lay exposed outside the quilt.

In her childhood, Taohua had been bitten by a snake while playing recklessly. Fortunately, the snake was non-venomous and not life-threatening, but it left an indelible shadow in her heart.

As her eyes met the snake’s, its golden pupils gleamed with an eerie light. The childhood trauma surged within her, and Taohua instantly lost her composure. She let out an instinctive scream and flung the quilt off her body, tossing it toward the snake.

The quilt landed squarely on the green snake, but it quickly wriggled free through a small gap. Flicking its tongue to explore its surroundings, it soon fixed its attention on the panicked Taohua as its prey. Baring its sharp fangs, it lunged at her with swift and deadly precision.

Taohua, having retreated to the edge of the bed, failed to notice the empty space behind her. As she stepped back, she tumbled straight to the floor, narrowly evading the snake’s strike.

“Help… Help!” Taohua scrambled up from the ground in a panic. By the bright moonlight streaming through the window, she saw the green snake relentlessly pursuing her, its golden pupils like icy blades, capable of taking her life effortlessly.

Without even stopping to put on her shoes, she screamed for help and dashed toward the door, not daring to look back at the snake, afraid that the sight would paralyze her with fear and leave her unable to run.

At that moment, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open. Xiao Zhu, dressed in her pajamas, rushed in upon hearing Peach Blossom’s scream. “Guardian, what happened?”

“There… there’s a snake!”