I Have the Aura of a Supporting Character in Yuri Novels - Chapter 65.2

“Thank you so much, young lady. If you hadn’t saved this old woman, I’m afraid I would be sleeping in this river today.” The old woman breathed a few panicked breaths, and her expression toward the young girl became kinder, her eyes filled with affection, treating her as a savior.

Zhu Yun smiled faintly, withdrawing her hand. She then saw an unusual sign in the old woman’s face and said softly, “Grandma, hurry home. Your daughter-in-law is about to bring joy to the family.”

She hid her hand in her wide sleeve, tossing a merit she had taken from the old woman’s body. Zhu Yun smiled and hummed, “I’m such a good samaritan.”

As soon as Zhu Yun finished speaking, an unbearable itch rose in her throat. She quickly took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth as she coughed. A blood-red flower bloomed on the pale white handkerchief, making Zhu Yun’s cold, fair, and slender fingers look even more delicate.

She lowered her eyes to look at the blood she had just coughed up. The pain from her internal organs made Zhu Yun sigh. Zhu Yun said sullenly, “Oh my god, I’m spitting blood again. How many medicinal meals do I have to eat to recover my vitality?”

Xiao Zhu, Xiao Zhu, quickly take a Rejuvenation Pill.

“No, I won’t. There are only five pills in a bottle of Rejuvenation Pills, and a bottle costs me 2,500 points. I’m telling you, 857, do I look like a fat sheep? Is that why you’re trying to fleece me like this?”

Ahem, ahem, ahem, as the saying goes, cheap goods are no good, and good goods are not cheap! If I sold it to you for 250, Xiao Zhu definitely wouldn’t believe that this Rejuvenation Pill could save your life at a critical moment. So, if the price is a little higher, Xiao Zhu can be more confident that what the System Mall sells are quality goods.

Zhu Yun wiped her lips, showing no trace of kindness. She ignored 857 and walked leisurely in the rain with her hands in her sleeves. As she moved, the long-tailed butterfly in her black hair shook its wings vividly. It was not a lifeless object, but a spiritual butterfly.

The old woman rubbed her eyes, mumbling in disbelief, “Did this old woman just see a fairy? That girl can avoid the rain without an umbrella? This… she must be a celestial being!”

She thought back to what Zhu Yun had just said to her, and a smile bloomed on her face. Ignoring the rain on the ground, she picked up her burden and walked home. Before long, she saw her son, with a big smile, hurrying out to look for her. The old woman’s eyes filled with affection and she said, “Qiusheng, why aren’t you at home serving your wife?”

“Mother, Huiniang said it was raining outside and told me to come and meet you. Oh, by the way, mother-in-law came today. Huiniang was just about to give birth, and luckily, mother-in-law was there to help her deliver. Mother, it’s a big chubby baby girl!”

The old woman was stunned for a moment, then she pinched her son’s arm, making Qiusheng grimace in pain. The old woman laughed joyfully and said, “Son, your mother just saw a fairy!”

With the good news of the family, the surrounding neighbors also came to offer their congratulations. Zhu Jun treated the old woman as a passerby she had met by chance, but little did she know that her appearance had been etched in the old woman’s memory for a lifetime, and even when her grandchildren grew up, they would still talk about the encounter between the old woman and Zhu Yun.

Zhu Yun walked alone on the street, coughing as she went. Despite the heavy rain, her skirt and embroidered shoes were not soaked with a single drop of water. Her figure was graceful, like a wisp of smoke that would dissipate with a gust of wind. Passersby stared at her retreating figure in astonishment, and then looked again, as if they had just been seeing things.

“Am I seeing things? Did a woman just walk by?”

Zhu Yun didn’t know she was causing such a stir. She muttered to herself, “I should have taken a carriage if I knew the road was so long.”

Isn’t that because you didn’t want to spend money, Xiao Zhu!

Mentioning this, Zhu Yun felt a pang of heartache. In this life, her character was someone with only ten copper coins in her purse. Unfortunately, she had the ability to turn stone into gold but couldn’t use it. As a member of the Xuanmen sect, she couldn’t use her powers for personal gain, or she would suffer bad luck.

Zhu Yun was the last direct descendant of the Xuanmen sect. She was very talented and had learned all of her master’s Xuanmen techniques at a young age. The mountain was not wealthy, and her master, looking at the delicate and frail Zhu Yun, felt that she couldn’t keep her on the mountain any longer. She should go down the mountain to seek her own fortune. So, her master wrote a letter for Zhu Yun to deliver to the Marquis of Zhongyong, hoping that the Marquis would arrange an identity and household registration for his disciple.

That’s right, Zhu Yun was still an unregistered person. She was picked up by her master as a child in a bamboo forest, which is why Zhu Yun didn’t take her master’s surname, Lu, but took the surname Zhu.

She suppressed the discomfort in her throat and asked, “857, don’t tell me you gave me the wrong directions.”

Who are you looking down on! How could I give you the wrong directions! Do you think I’m a shoddy navigation system? We’re almost there, just a few thousand more meters.

Zhu Yun wished she could shed a few tears. A few thousand meters? Her feet were going to hurt so much. Forget it, she’d just walk slowly and find some more merit along the way to keep her life going.

She was born with a serious illness, which was why Zhu Yun was abandoned. Her master introduced her to the art of Xuanmen, which allowed Zhu Yun to live to be sixteen. Seeing that the mountain was no longer suitable for Zhu Yun, her master sent her down the mountain.

In the plot transmitted by System 857, Zhu Yun died at the age of seventeen. Her cultivation was shallow, and she accidentally harmed the purple-gold dragon energy, which led to a backlash that caused her to spit blood and die.

What a tragic girl. This can only be said that Zhu Yun did a good deed but was harmed by the future emperor. So, after receiving the entire plot, Zhu Yun chose to fight back. Since that emperor was a perverted creep, she would find someone else to be the emperor.

Zhu Yun’s involvement in this good deed was because a strange incident happened at the Marquis of Zhongyong’s residence. The gentle and poised Marquis’s daughter, Tang Yihuan, suddenly had a personality change. She disliked people getting close to her and became cold and ruthless. When a little maid happily came to give her a new dress, Tang Yihuan flew into a rage and ordered her guards to skin the little maid and throw her into a mass grave. The Marquis of Zhongyong immediately recognized that this was not his daughter. Thinking that Zhu Yun was a disciple of Master Lu, he asked her to help deal with his daughter’s matter.

At that time, Zhu Yun discovered that Tang Yihuan’s body contained another soul. Because the body had not accepted this foreign soul, Tang Yihuan often felt a splitting headache, which made her unable to control her temper and exposed her personality.

Zhu Yun felt disdain for this behavior and insisted on expelling this soul and summoning Tang Yihuan’s soul back. But she didn’t expect that she would suffer a backlash.

She couldn’t interfere with this matter. Tang Yihuan was destined to be a shield for the future emperor to temporarily avoid danger. This was her fate, and she couldn’t change this ironclad fact. As a disruptor, Zhu Yun would be harmed.

Zhu Yun’s death from spitting blood was because she could no longer hold on. Before she died, she saw the returned Tang Yihuan, whose eyes were filled with determination, a firm resolve to overthrow this dynasty. With red eyes, she hugged Zhu Yun and cried hysterically.

When she died, Zhu Yun wanted to tell Tang Yihuan one thing: not to blame herself. She was doing a good deed and she never regretted helping Tang Yihuan. This was her responsibility as a member of the Xuanmen sect.

Unfortunately, Zhu Yun didn’t know the rest of the plot.

But that didn’t matter. Since Zhu Yun had arrived in this world, she would change the plot.

The cold rain and the autumn chill made Zhu Yun’s coughing worsen.

She covered her mouth with her hand and rested under the eaves of a shop. Her thin figure and the tears forced out by the pain made a woman standing not far away look at her again and again.

The woman sighed helplessly, lifted her skirt, and walked toward Zhu Yun. She asked kindly, “Miss, do you need me to take you to a medical clinic?”

Looking at her slender waist and fair skin, she should be a young lady from some noble family, right? But the material of her clothes was not great. Could she be a young lady from a fallen official’s family? But the butterfly hairpin in her hair was so exquisite, it looked just like the real thing. So, could a young lady who could afford such a hairpin come from a family that had fallen on hard times?

She really was a strange girl.

Zhu Yun’s eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly looked up at the woman holding the umbrella for her. What she saw was a vibrant and captivating face, with a hint of cold arrogance in her distant expression. The tear mole under her left eye seemed to sparkle as her eyes moved, making it impossible to look away from her face.

“Miss?”

Zhu Yun smiled, her eyes curved, and said, “Thank you for your kindness, miss. This is my old ailment, and it cannot be cured.”

Tang Yihuan was stunned for a moment. Since it couldn’t be cured, how could this girl still smile? Was she someone with a broad-minded personality?

She apologized, “I’m sorry, I was being presumptuous.”

Zhu Yun shook her head, not minding it at all. Her intention was good, so how could she blame her? It seemed that Tang Yihuan’s soul was still safely in her body. She just didn’t know when she would fall into that man’s trap.

At this point, Zhu Yun couldn’t help but turn her head and cough again. Tang Yihuan whispered, “I see that we have a bit of fate, so why don’t I take you home? The rain is getting heavier, and if you don’t go home soon, you might catch a cold.”

Zhu Yun lowered her eyes and pursed her pale lips, explaining softly, “I’m an orphan. I’m going to seek refuge with another family. I just came down from the mountain, so where is my home now?”

Tang Yihuan couldn’t help but grip the handle of the oil-paper umbrella tightly. What was going on today? She just said a few words to her, but she kept poking at her sad past. This was simply too… too embarrassing.

She quickly comforted Zhu Yun and then said, “I’m from Tongzhou, and there’s no family here that I don’t know. Who are you going to seek refuge with? Tell me, and I can have the coachman take you there.”

Zhu Yun’s lips curled up, and her eyes met hers deeply. This was the exact line she had been waiting for.

She said slowly, “Miss, do you know where the Marquis of Zhongyong’s residence is? I heard that the young lady of that family has a kind personality, but I am weak and sickly, so I am afraid that I will bring her illness. So, I plan to visit the Marquis and then rent a small courtyard to live in by myself, to avoid implicating the good young lady of the Marquis’s residence.”

She said this with such sincerity, her misty apricot eyes filled with apprehension for the future. When Zhu Jun mentioned the Marquis’s daughter, her expression was shy and demure, and the gentle smile on her lips made her look like a begonia blooming after a rainstorm, both delicate and pure.

Hiss, pathetic Xiao Zhu is shameless!

“Although it’s shameless, it works.”

She looked at Tang Yihuan with anticipation, tilting her head curiously and asking, “Miss, why aren’t you speaking? Don’t you know where the Marquis’s residence is? It’s okay, then I won’t bother you anymore. I should hurry and ask someone for directions.”

Zhu Yun pretended not to see the surprise in Tang Yihuan’s eyes, smiled at her, and prepared to walk past her, but her wrist was grabbed by someone. Zhu Yun heard the sound of thin bracelets clinking, clear and melodious, a sound coming from Tang Yihuan.

Zhu Yun raised her eyebrows and smiled. It sounded quite pleasant.

Tang Yihuan said honestly, “You don’t need to ask anyone else. I know where the Marquis’s residence is. Get in the carriage with me.”

Zhu Yun was pleasantly surprised and said, “That’s wonderful!”

She said that and was ready to follow Tang Yihuan, obedient and well-behaved, with her bright eyes, she looked charming and adorable.

At this moment, Tang Yihuan felt a little headache. She asked back, “Aren’t you afraid that I’m a bad person? Young ladies must be careful when they go out and shouldn’t believe everything people say.”

Zhu Yun stood under the umbrella and smiled, “I’m very good at reading faces. I can see that you have a noble face and your eyes are upright, so you are definitely a good person.”

Tang Yihuan didn’t believe her at all and thought she was just being funny. She shook her head helplessly. Fortunately, she met her in advance. She really didn’t know how she found her way to Tongzhou.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

“Zhu Yun.”

Tang Yihuan slyly didn’t reveal her name and said calmly, “I think I’m a little older than you, so you can call me Sister Yihuan.” After all, she just praised her, and it would be a bit embarrassing to reveal her identity now.

Zhu Yun was even more cunning. She pretended to cough a few times to get away with it.

She didn’t want to call her “sister” yet.

Tang Yihuan was clearly trying to take advantage of her. Why would she just say her name without giving her surname? It was obvious she was up to no good.

Xiao Zhu, how do you know she’s Tang Yihuan? What if you’re mistaken?

Zhu Jun wrinkled her nose, “Did you forget that master showed me the portraits of the Marquis of Zhongyong and Tang Yihuan?”

But that portrait was nowhere near as beautiful as the person in front of her.

Oh, right.

The maid Lingxi, who had been in the carriage all this time, was anxious. She looked at her injured ankle and couldn’t help but slap herself. It was all her fault for accidentally spraining her ankle. She hadn’t been able to take good care of her young lady these past few days, causing her young lady to have to get out of the carriage to buy food herself. She was so useless.

At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was lifted. The maid was overjoyed, but after seeing a strange face, Lingxi asked, “Who are you?”

Tang Yihuan helped Zhu Yun into the carriage. She lifted her skirt, gave the oil-paper umbrella to the coachman, and asked him to remove the stepping stool. Only then did she have time to explain to Lingxi, “This is Miss Zhu, and she is going to the Marquis of Zhongyong’s residence just like us.”

Lingxi’s eyes darted away. After hearing Tang Yihuan’s words, the smart little maid instantly understood that Tang Yihuan was hiding her identity. She nodded and moved to the side, kindly saying, “Miss Zhu, what are you going to the Marquis of Zhongyong’s residence for?”

Zhu Yun already knew their identities, so she no longer hid it. Tang Yihuan, who was beside her, watched her with great interest, “So you are a member of the Xuanmen sect. The Master Lu you mentioned once gave me a peace talisman.”

Zhu Yun smiled shyly, took out two peace talismans from her bosom, and gave them to them. She said with great confidence, “Master said that I will soon surpass her cultivation, so please keep these two peace talismans. They will protect you.”

Lingxi was quite surprised. She never expected that she, a maid, would receive a peace talisman from the disciple of Master Lu. She subconsciously looked at Tang Yihuan and then smiled and put it in her waist purse.

But she never expected that the yellow peace talisman would suddenly start smoking. It had spontaneously combusted, but Lingxi’s fingers holding the talisman didn’t feel any pain. It was at this moment that she smelled a rotten odor. The smell appeared out of nowhere. She sniffed and it seemed to be coming from her sachet. Lingxi was puzzled. She untied her sachet, opened the drawstring, and screamed.

It turned out that a black, long worm was lying among the dried flowers and spices. It looked like it was dead. Zhu Yun took out two long, thin black chopsticks from somewhere. She waved the chopsticks and tapped Lingxi’s fingers. The sachet fell, but it was firmly caught by Zhu Yun with the black chopsticks.

Zhu Yun said in a deep voice, “A worm? Where did you get this sachet?”

Lingxi’s pretty face turned pale. She watched as Zhu Yun and Tang Yihuan got out of the car. The coachman quickly held an umbrella for Tang Yihuan. The three of them saw that Zhu Jun seemed to have a barrier around her, and the rain falling from the sky completely avoided her. Tang Yihuan’s eyes deepened. She urged the coachman to go back to the carriage seat, and she followed Zhu Yun with her umbrella.

Zhu Yun took a bamboo-green incense burner from her satchel and took out three incense sticks. She raised her hand to catch the dark purple long-tailed butterfly from her hair. In Tang Yihuan’s interested gaze, she placed the butterfly in the incense burner. Seeing the smoke rise, the butterfly had a good meal, rode the smoke, and flew back to Zhu Jun’s hair and stopped there.

The black long worm from the sachet was no longer in the incense burner. It had been melted by the butterfly and had become the fire that lit the three incense sticks. This highly poisonous worm was thus resolved.

Zhu Yun gave Tang Yihuan a porcelain bottle and said, “Give this to your maid. She can take it to expel all the toxins.”

Tang Yihuan watched her closely. She had thought she was a weak and sickly beauty, but now it seemed she was hiding a lot of secrets.

“Thank you, Miss Zhu.”

Zhu Yun ducked back under the umbrella, quietly waiting for the three incense sticks to burn out.

“It was a  worm?” Tang Yihuan didn’t ask Zhu Yun why she lit three incense sticks, nor did she ask what the butterfly on her hair was. She brought up the topic of the worm.

Zhu Jun tilted her head slightly and said with concern, “You have to be careful. Someone wants to kill you. They started with your maid, and you’re next.”

Tang Yihuan blinked and asked, “If the worm dies, will that person die too?”

Zhu Yun explained, “They won’t die, but that person will be able to sense that the worm has disappeared, which is why I’m reminding you to be careful.”

Tang Yihuan was baffled. She had never made enemies with anyone. Who hated her so much that they would use such a method to deal with her?

Zhu Yun saw her worries and said, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here. I am a Xuanmen practitioner, and I will definitely not let that person get away with such a sinister scheme!”

Her comfort relaxed Tang Yihuan’s expression, and she said sincerely, “Thank you, Miss Zhu.”

“Just call me Zhu Yun.”

Suddenly, a bright yellow light spot fell in front of Zhu Yun. She grabbed it with her hand, then threw it into her mouth like a candy. Tang Yihuan was shocked, and she had no chance to stop her.

Zhu Yun saw this and whispered, “This is a merit for saving someone, and it can cure my illness.”

Today, Tang Yihuan saw many incredible things. She looked at Zhu Yun’s innocent apricot eyes and smiled, calming her mind and lowering her voice, saying, “You looked so happy eating it. Does this merit have a taste?”

Zhu Yun covered her mouth and chuckled, “How did you know? The merit just now tasted like grapes.”

“That’s amazing?”

Zhu Yun burst into laughter, ran out from under the umbrella, and nimbly got into the carriage. Her eyes were bright and she smiled mischievously, “I was just kidding! It doesn’t have a taste.”

Tang Yihuan stomped her foot in annoyance, chased after Zhu Yun, and said angrily, “I actually believed you! It was all a lie!”

When she put down the curtain, she glanced at the spot where she and Zhu Yun had been standing. The incense burner and the light smoke were gone. She looked back at Zhu Yun, and a ripple appeared in Tang Yihuan’s calm heart.

It seemed she had met a very special girl.

However, her little joy turned to guilt after arriving at the Marquis’s residence, because her father was standing at the entrance to welcome Tang Yihuan. A thunderous “My dear daughter” revealed her identity.

Zhu Yun pouted, her eyes turning red with a sense of grievance. She leaned close to Tang Yihuan’s ear, causing a shiver, and whispered, “You said I lied to you, but Sister Yihuan lied to me too. You deliberately didn’t tell me who you were. Were you afraid that I would lose my reserve and try to curry favor with a rich young lady like you?”

Tang Yihuan smiled bitterly, and all the words converged into one thought:

Father, you are truly my own father. Daughter thanks you.

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