The Abused Heroine Stops Pretending [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 53

Having read the original plot, Tang Jing naturally knew who she was. But bound by the system’s rules, she could only feign ignorance and coldly retorted, “No matter who you are, you are still a member of the Nine Palaces Sect.”

If this were just any member of the Nine Palaces Sect, such words would hardly faze them after all, the entire continent knew that the Nine Palaces Sect and the immortal sects were sworn enemies.

But if this person had once been the head disciple of Lingyu Palace, standing before the master she revered most and hearing such an evaluation from her lips, no matter how much she had severed her emotions, the pain in her heart was suffocating.

She laughed twice, the sound tinged with desolation from overwhelming sorrow. “The master of Lingyu Palace is as imposing as ever.”

Hearing the faintly familiar voice, Tang Jing frowned and pressed, “Who are you?”

Wu Xingyue sneered, “Didn’t the master of Lingyu Palace just say it? No matter who I am, I belong to the Nine Palaces Sect. Or does the master of Lingyu Palace wish to have some entanglement with a member of our sect?”

Tang Jing pressed her lips together and was about to step forward when she heard footsteps approaching from behind.

“Master.”

In her sleep, Wen Mingyu had sensed something amiss. When she opened her eyes, she found the room empty, her master nowhere in sight.

Recalling the hazy image of her master leaving, she bolted upright, realizing it hadn’t been an illusion.

Remembering how her master had been gazing toward the nearby forest through the window earlier, she hesitated briefly before heading in that direction.

To her surprise, she indeed spotted her master’s figure and standing opposite her was a woman clad in red bridal robes.

Fearing her master might be in danger, Wen Mingyu rushed forward. The moment she drew near, both figures noticed her.

The red-robed woman remained composed, though Wen Mingyu couldn’t shake the feeling that the gaze fixed upon her lingered too long and carried a hint of hostility.

“Master,” Wen Mingyu whispered fearfully, hiding behind Tang Jing while stealing glances at the woman in red.

Though her face was obscured, the woman’s flowing skirts and graceful posture, along with the jade-like hands peeking from her sleeves, marked her as a beauty.

But Wen Mingyu hadn’t forgotten the sect leader’s warning before their descent. Tugging at her master’s sleeve, she murmured, “Master, she’s from the Nine Palaces Sect.”

“So this is the little disciple the master of Lingyu Palace dotes on the most?” The red-robed woman chuckled mockingly. “Not much to look at, is she?”

“You!” Wen Mingyu glared in anger, but remembering the woman’s affiliation, she swallowed her retort and shrank further behind her master.

Detecting the sourness in the woman’s tone, Tang Jing studied her with a meaningful gaze.

“What’s wrong, little one? Scared?” Disappointed by the lack of reaction, the red-robed woman scoffed. “You really are nothing special. So weak, what does the master of Lingyu Palace even see in you?”

“You wicked sorceress!” Wen Mingyu flushed with rage. “Spreading your poisonous lies here! My master, my master would never, ” Her voice faltered as she turned to Tang Jing, eyes brimming with grievance. A creeping fear took hold because part of her feared the woman’s words held truth.

Compared to her senior brothers and sisters, she truly had no outstanding qualities. She rarely cultivated diligently, always clinging to her master instead.

And she had heard rumors her master once had a head disciple, a prodigy deeply cherished by her. But for some unknown reason, that disciple had been cast out of the sect.

Though she was doted on by her master, she often felt jealous of his eldest disciple. Even though that person had been expelled from the sect and vanished from the continent, to her, the threat still lingered.

Who knew when they might reappear?

When that day came, would her master still cherish her as he did now?

The mere thought of it filled Wen Mingyu with unbearable unease.

Tang Jing patted her back in silent comfort.

The woman in the red bridal gown clenched her fists at her sides, hidden beneath her sleeves, unnoticed by Tang Jing and the others.

Seeing Wen Mingyu angry, even to the point of tears should have delighted Wu Xingyue. But witnessing her master gently patting Wen Mingyu’s back made her feel as though she had lost. A surge of bitterness and rage welled up inside her.

Peering through the red veil at her master’s face, her heart twisted in that moment. She had thought to show mercy and let him go, but now the bridal gown she had prepared would finally serve its purpose.

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