I Got Together with the Goddess [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 95

“Doesn’t this song speak exactly of her and Luo Shuyu?”

Inside the Jiang family residence, the two ghosts were finding it difficult to even continue their game of leaf cards.

“That female ghost wouldn’t actually lay a hand on the young girl, would she?”

“Don’t worry, that ghost has never truly hurt anyone. We followed Li Tingfang’s instructions to the letter; she shouldn’t blame us anymore.”

“Besides, Luo Shuyu is with her. Nothing will go wrong…”

The Jiang house was exceptionally quiet. The two ghosts watched Aunt Qin constantly peeking out the door, waiting for Jiang Yiqing and the others to return.

It wasn’t until the sound of the car pulling into the villa echoed that the two ghosts began whispering again.

“They’re back!”

“Let’s keep playing. Wait, I won the last round, right?”

“Right. And what does it mean if you win?”

“It means Jiang Yiqing can see ghosts.”

“You?”

“Me?” The two ghosts pointed at each other with comical expressions.

“—No way!!!”

The wails of the ghosts rang out simultaneously.

Jiang Yiqing listened intently. On the tall plane tree nearby, birds were chirping softly, and from upstairs came the cries of the female ghosts, forming a strange duet.

Luo Shuyu handed the business card of the flower market manager to Jiang Yiqing and said, “I left your information back then. They saw your birthday is coming up and said they wanted to give a bouquet to a regular customer as a birthday gift for free.”

Jiang Yiqing had never received so many bouquets in her life, but she accepted them happily, saying, “I’m sorry for the trouble regarding what happened before.”

As she took the card from Luo Shuyu’s hand, the red thread seemed to come alive, circling around their fingertips loop after loop. This sight made Jiang Yiqing afraid to pull her hand away.

Jiang Shangwei had been worried that the two clever children might see through their plan and that things would backfire. Seeing this scene, she suddenly felt that the development of events was even better than imagined.

Luo Shuyu did not take her hand back either. The two looked at each other’s hands—white, soft, and slender fingers where a vermilion silk thread slowly wound from one end and dangled from the other. Jiang Yiqing noticed that Luo Shuyu’s pinky finger was exceptionally long.

“Sister Luo, your pinky is so long,” Jiang Yiqing blurted out. “And, you actually use your left hand primarily?”

“I can draw talismans with both hands; both are my dominant hands,” Luo Shuyu said with a light chuckle. “Yiqing, if you have any other questions, why don’t you ask them all at once?”

Jiang Yiqing realized her curious questions were actually personal matters; speaking this way felt too intimate. She quickly looked away and said, “…No… nothing else.”

Jiang Yiqing went upstairs and asked the system, “By constantly looking at the thread on my hand, was I being too forward? But it’s impossible not to notice it. I’ll be spending almost every moment with Sister Luo from now on.”

“The advanced version can hide it automatically if you don’t want to see it.”

“It’s fine,” Jiang Yiqing said. It was just that it felt so intimate; she couldn’t help but blush just thinking about it.

“Tell me, does she hate me—let’s exclude that—is she indifferent to me, or does she like me a little?”

Since a one-sided crush wouldn’t produce a red thread, the system decided not to disturb her and let her slowly immerse herself in her girlish feelings.

“I wouldn’t dare say.”

Jiang Yiqing walked into her room in a great mood. The two ghosts were hiding in the wardrobe because Jiang Yiqing’s room was the spot with the best Feng Shui in the entire villa and possessed the aura of a living person. Ghosts loved staying in such places; besides, Luo Shuyu was right outside, and they didn’t dare run around.

The first thing Jiang Yiqing did was take off her coat and open the wardrobe.

The human and the two ghosts came face to face. The two ghosts screamed first.

Jiang Yiqing originally wanted to act as if nothing happened and close the wardrobe door, but it seemed that wouldn’t work now. She asked, “What exactly do you want?”

The two ghosts looked at each other and felt this was for the best. Since Jiang Yiqing hadn’t called for an exorcist upon her return, it meant she had no ill will toward them. They decided to come clean: “Miss Jiang, we are good ghosts. My name is Wanqing, and she is Ruoying. We’ve stayed here for so long and no one saw us. How about we make a deal? We won’t tell anyone about you suddenly being able to see ghosts, and you don’t kick us out, okay?”

“Sister Luo already knows I can suddenly see ghosts. I’m not afraid of you telling anyone. Besides, would Mom and the others believe two ghosts over their own daughter?”

“…This little girl has a sharp tongue,” Wanqing snorted and spoke. “To be honest, we’ve been here for ten years. We are more familiar with this place than you are. You have no right to kick us out.”

“Don’t say it like that, Wanqing. What if she really gets angry?” Ruoying tried to persuade her.

“I haven’t asked you two why you purposely covered your faces and took me to the nursing home. What exactly were you trying to do?”

“She actually figured it out?” Ruoying asked Wanqing. “What should we do, Wanqing?”

Wanqing felt Ruoying was too naive; she had been baited so easily by the girl. But she couldn’t say that Li Tingfang had made them do it, or they might truly be kicked out.

“Wasn’t the result pretty good? The female ghost at the nursing home wasn’t bad, and Luo Shuyu saved you.”

“Hmph, and stop pretending. When I saw you coming upstairs just now, you were smiling like a cat that swallowed a canary. Now you’re blaming us for doing something wrong?” Wanqing looked at Jiang Yiqing suspiciously.

“I—I did not!” Jiang Yiqing said, standing tall.

“Liar,” Wanqing said. “You’re trying to fool a ghost.”

“…”

“The little girl says one thing but means another; not straightforward at all,” Wanqing said. “How about this: we make a deal. From now on, the two of us will live in the attic and won’t disturb you unless necessary. What do you think?”

“Fine then.” Jiang Yiqing felt that the ghosts in this world weren’t so bad; she even felt a sense of curiosity toward them. She asked, “By the way, under what circumstances does a person become a ghost, and when do they not?”

“Naturally, those who die without pain, die of natural causes, and have no lingering regrets in life do not become ghosts. Otherwise, they do.”

“And you two are?” Jiang Yiqing asked.

“We originally had grievances, but as time passed, we met each other and became companions. It’s no different from the idle days we spent in our boudoirs. Gradually, we moved on,” Ruoying said.

“Wanqing was a lady of a great family. Although I was only the daughter of a minor official, my family wasn’t as prosperous as hers. Today, Wanqing’s descendants are still important figures.”

As soon as she finished, Wanqing covered her mouth and gave her a look, seemingly telling her not to say any more.

Knowing she had misspoken, Ruoying shifted her gaze away.

Jiang Yiqing felt that things were definitely not simple—otherwise, why would they refuse to see their descendants after living for hundreds of years? However, she didn’t press further.

“Then it’s settled. I hope to live in peace with you two ghost seniors from now on.”

After saying this, Jiang Yiqing set aside the coat Luo Shuyu had given her and put on her own clothes. A faint feminine scent drifted from Luo Shuyu’s coat—the same scent she had smelled on her when they first met.

It was a light, comfortable scent that became hard to leave once one grew accustomed to it.

Jiang Yiqing stood before the full-length mirror and saw that her hair was messy. Now that there were no servants to dress her, she used a comb to tidy her hair herself, ensuring not a single strand was out of place.

Beneath her long, straight black hair, the red mark on her neck was quite conspicuous. Jiang Yiqing took a white lace choker from her jewelry box, which perfectly covered the mark. The wound was hidden right under a bear-shaped pearl, making her look as delicate and lovely as a princess from a fairy tale.

“I must say, this little girl’s temperament is really quite good,” Ruoying praised.

“Really? Thank you, Sister Ruoying,” Jiang Yiqing said sweetly.

Jiang Yiqing hugged her teddy bear and lay on the soft bed. Her mood suddenly became so good that she didn’t care if her freshly combed hair got messy again.

Jiang Yiqing turned on her phone and played a song. The speakers in the room were connected to the phone, and the sound quality was so good it felt as if many real people were playing instruments right in front of her. Jiang Yiqing was amazed and couldn’t help but get lost in the music.

As the song played, it went—

“In this lifetime, A narrow encounter is inevitable. Unexpectedly, from the palm of the hand, Tangled lines begin to grow…” (1)

Jiang Yiqing’s eyes widened slightly as she savored the lyrics.

Doesn’t this speak exactly of her and Luo Shuyu?

Is this fate? Can she believe in fate?

Luo Shuyu and her Royal Sister were on opposite ends of a scale. The left side suddenly began to fill with hope and desire, while the longing on the right side began to be buried deep away…

The music was so loud that Jiang Yiqing didn’t hear someone knocking. Luo Shuyu suddenly pushed the door open and breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her lying safely on the bed.

Jiang Yiqing was wearing a short skirt indoors, leaving her legs exposed on the duvet. Luo Shuyu glanced at them and frowned, then reached out to turn off the music.

Luo Shuyu also knew this song. She looked at the red thread in her hand, her heart heavy with thought.

“Yiqing, there is the scent of a ghost in your room.”

“It’s two female ghosts living in the attic. We’ve already become friends.”

“Knowing there are ghosts around you—doesn’t that feel inconvenient?” Luo Shuyu shifted her gaze upward. When she saw the item around Jiang Yiqing’s neck, her eyes darkened again.

“It’s alright, I don’t really mind.” Jiang Yiqing shyly tucked her legs back into the duvet.

She had long been used to a life surrounded by people. Although she hadn’t been a popular princess before, she was a princess nonetheless.

“…” Luo Shuyu shook her head. No, the scent of the ghost wasn’t the peaceful scent of a house ghost; it was a much more sinister scent.

Jiang Yiqing handed the coat to Luo Shuyu and said, “Sister Luo, thank you.”

Could a ghost have entered this room while they were away?

If so, what was it here for?

In Luo Shuyu’s experience of catching ghosts, she had encountered some quite clever ones. If they used human intelligence, the level of difficulty would increase significantly.

Thinking about the surveillance cameras installed in the villa—though ghosts wouldn’t appear in the footage, they would affect the visual consistency—Luo Shuyu decided to check them.