The Abused Heroine Stops Pretending [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 56

Tang Jing couldn’t clearly see Wu Xingyue’s face behind the veil, but those eyes felt strangely familiar. The hand she had raised to push her away froze midair.

“Master Su, today you.” Wu Xingyue had just begun to loosen her collar when she noticed her expression. Her first instinct was to touch the veil on her face. Reassured it was still in place, she relaxed inwardly but maintained a calm demeanor, curling her lips slightly. “Master Su, why this look? Could it be you’ve resigned yourself to yielding?”

She had expected such words to provoke anger, but the other woman remained dazed, even reaching out to touch her eyes.

Startled, Wu Xingyue quickly pushed her away and stood up, her gaze a mix of confusion, hope, and above all, wariness. “You!”

Tang Jing withdrew her hand, fingers clenching briefly before relaxing. She lowered her lashes, a trace of desolation flickering across her face.

Wu Xingyue had never seen such an expression on her master before. Her heart ached, and she nearly spoke up, but the sight before her quickly brought her back to reality. A bitter smile tugged at her lips.

She had almost forgotten, she had forced her master into this marriage, using the latter’s most beloved disciple as leverage. If her identity were exposed now, her master would surely be disappointed, even despise her.

With these thoughts, Wu Xingyue steadied her emotions and resumed her disguised voice. “What’s wrong, Master Su? On your wedding night, are you still thinking of your little disciple?”

Unbeknownst to her, her words carried an unmistakable tinge of jealousy.

“Witch!” The door was suddenly kicked open. Wen Mingyu, the very “little disciple” Wu Xingyue had mentioned, stormed in with a sword in hand. The sight before her twisted her expression, and with a furious cry, she lunged forward.

Caught off guard, Wu Xingyue barely had time to react.

Tang Jing, who had just risen, subtly pushed Wu Xingyue aside and stepped off the bed in one fluid motion.

“Master!” Wen Mingyu’s eyes reddened with rage at the sight of her master’s disheveled robes and hair. The tenderness in her gaze for her master was matched only by the hatred burning for Wu Xingyue.

“Witch, give me your life!” she roared, thrusting her sword again.

This time, Wu Xingyue was prepared. With a flick of her sleeve, she wrapped it around the blade and yanked hard, sending Wen Mingyu stumbling.

“Mingyu, enough,” Tang Jing intervened.

“But Master,” Wen Mingyu protested.

Tang Jing said calmly, “You’re no match for her.”

The gap in their cultivation spanned centuries, and Wen Mingyu had never been diligent in her training. Against Wu Xingyue, she stood no chance.

Wen Mingyu glared at Wu Xingyue with venomous intensity, if looks could kill, Wu Xingyue would have died a hundred times over.

Unfazed, Wu Xingyue instead fixed her gaze on Tang Jing. “Master Su, are you leaving?”

The moment Tang Jing had pushed her earlier, Wu Xingyue knew she had unsealed her acupoints.

Tang Jing didn’t answer but gave her a deep look before turning to Wen Mingyu. “Let’s go.”

“Master, are you really just going to let her go like this?” Wen Mingyu was clearly dissatisfied with this outcome, pouting and stomping her foot.

Tang Jing looked at her with a stern gaze for the first time. “What do you want to do? Stab her a few times with your sword?”

“I…” Wen Mingyu was at a loss for words.

Tang Jing said no more. With a flick of his sleeve, he clasped his hands behind his back and said, “Let’s go.”

Even if Wu Xingyue’s martial skills weren’t superior to Wen Mingyu’s, she certainly wouldn’t be foolish enough to stand still and take Wen Mingyu’s attacks.

Wen Mingyu glared at Wu Xingyue, snorted coldly, sheathed her sword, and then called out loudly, “Master, wait for me!”

Wu Xingyue made no move to stop them, allowing them to leave.

Looking at the disheveled bridal chamber, the composed expression on her face faded, leaving only a bitter smile.

She rose and walked to the table, picked up the wine jug, and poured herself a drink. After two cups, she simply lifted the jug and drank directly from it.

With a loud “thud,” the jug slammed heavily onto the table. Gazing at the wide-open door, a smile crept back onto her lips, her eyes filled with unwavering determination. “Master, we will meet again.”

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