Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 2

Guan Fusha covered her mouth with her sleeve and let out a soft laugh, then gracefully curtsied, instantly mesmerizing the men once more. “My maid was being impudent earlier and offended you all. I hope you gentlemen can forgive her.”

Seeing Guan Fusha’s polite demeanor, the men grew bolder, leering at her alluring figure with lustful eyes. “Hehehe, beautiful, if you really want to apologize, why not give us a good time, eh?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the others joined in the jeering.

“That’s right, Miss Guan must be so lonely all by herself. Come and keep us company!”

“Hahaha, I’ve got great skills. Guaranteed to make you scream with pleasure.”

“Exactly, Miss Guan, come and spend some time with us.”

“Even if it’s just one night with Miss Guan, I’d die without regrets, hahaha!”

Vulgar remarks filled the air, and the maid Xiao Yuan felt her hand itching to wield her whip.

If her mistress hadn’t stopped her, she would have made sure these men could never speak again!

Guan Fusha’s smile never wavered as she glided gracefully toward the carriage. A gentle breeze caused the lace of her sleeves to flutter, carrying with it a sweet, honey-like fragrance that seemed to enchant everyone. As if entranced, the crowd instinctively parted to make way for her.

She let out a soft laugh, her voice dripping with the same honeyed allure. “You gentlemen are so earnest in your invitations, it would be impolite of me to refuse.”

Lifting her skirt, she stepped into the carriage, and Xiao Yuan quickly followed. After a brief pause, Guan Fusha continued, “…If you can catch up to me, I wouldn’t mind spending the night with you.”

The moment the words left her lips, Xiao Yuan whipped the horses into motion. Before anyone could react, the carriage was already speeding away. By the time they realized what had happened and tried to give chase, they found their feet rooted to the ground as if weighed down by a thousand-pound boulder. Soon, their upper bodies also began to stiffen, becoming uncontrollable.

Sinister black patterns rapidly crawled up their skin from their feet to their heads. Before they could even cry out in pain, black blood gushed from their mouths, and they collapsed with their eyes wide open. The dark markings etched on their faces resembled demonic sigils, sending chills down the spine.

Life-Seizing Soul-Chasing Powder—Guan Fusha’s signature poison.

The old man sitting in front of Ruyi Hall seemed entirely unfazed by the scene. Calmly fanning himself with a tattered palm-leaf fan, he squinted as he counted how many more had died this time.

Tsk tsk, Old Wang at the coffin shop down the street must be doing great business lately! If he’d known, he would’ve gone into the coffin trade years ago!

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Cui Taohua slowly regained consciousness. Before even opening her eyes, she felt a throbbing pain at the back of her head, gradually recalling what had happened outside Ruyi Hall.

…Ruyi Hall… Guan Fusha!

Her eyes snapped open, only to find herself in an entirely unfamiliar place. Judging by the furnishings, it seemed to be an inn, but the air carried a faint, sweet fragrance. One she felt she had smelled somewhere before.

Feeling dizzy, Cui Taohua shook her head, trying to clear her mind.

“Young lady, you’re awake?” A girl around fourteen or fifteen years old walked in carrying a tray. Taohua recognized her attire as similar to that of the maid who had been following Guan Fusha, leading her to believe she must have been taken somewhere by Guan Fusha.

She noticed a bowl of pitch-black medicine on the tray and immediately felt a chill run down her spine. Taohua turned her face away, deciding to put on a brave front first. “Who are you? Where is this place? Why am I here?”

The maid brought the medicine over and answered methodically, “My name is Xiao Zhu. This is Furong Garden. You were brought here by Guardian Guan.”

Furong Garden? The name didn’t sound like an inn. Could Guan Fusha have been so deranged as to take her to a brothel to sell her?

Cui Taohua ignored the bowl of medicine now held out to her and continued questioning, “What kind of place is Furong Garden?”

The maid moved the bowl closer, her intention clear. “Furong Garden is Guardian Guan’s private residence.”

Guan Fusha’s private residence. Could this be the Night God Sect? But the location of the Night God Sect was highly secretive. Righteous martial artists had repeatedly proposed joining forces to eradicate the sect, but their efforts always fizzled out because they couldn’t find its whereabouts. How could Guan Fusha have brought her here so carelessly?

At this thought, Cui Taohua suddenly had a bad feeling.

Could Guan Fusha be planning to silence her at the first sign of trouble?

Xiao Zhu noticed Taohua’s distracted expression and kindly reminded her, “Young lady, this medicine is getting cold. You should drink it now.”

Taohua swallowed hard, her hand trembling as she reached out, then deliberately let go.

The bowl shattered on the ground with a crisp sound, the ink-black liquid spilling everywhere and even splashing onto Xiao Zhu’s skirt.

Taohua coughed lightly, her already pale face looking even more sickly. “I’m sorry, Xiao Zhu. I didn’t hold it steady.”

“It’s alright.” Xiao Zhu’s expression remained unchanged, showing no trace of displeasure. She crouched down to gather the broken pieces onto the tray and said, “Since this bowl is spilled, I’ll fetch another one for you.”

“…” Taohua’s face stiffened slightly. “Then thank you, Xiao Zhu.”

You can dodge today, but not forever!

Before long, there was another knock at the door. Assuming it was Xiao Zhu with the medicine, Taohua called out, “Come in.”

To her surprise, it wasn’t Xiao Zhu who entered with the medicine but Guan Fusha herself, leaving Taohua momentarily stunned.

During the chaos outside Ruyi Hall, she had been sprawled on the ground and hadn’t gotten a clear look at Guan Fusha’s face. Now, seeing her properly, she finally understood why so many men were infatuated with her. Even as a woman, Taohua found herself unable to look away, awestruck by Guan Fusha’s beauty.

Guan Fusha was accustomed to such gazes and didn’t feel the least bit uncomfortable. “Young lady, are you feeling better?”

Her voice was as melodious as a nightingale’s song, snapping Taohua out of her daze. She quickly averted her eyes, blushing slightly in embarrassment. “I’m fine. Um… was it you who saved me?”

Guan Fusha placed the medicine bowl on the small table, her faint smile still in place, though a hint of amusement flickered in her eyes. “Oh? So, you don’t recognize me?”