The Abused Heroine Stops Pretending [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 58.2

Tang Jing pretended to have just woken up, sitting up and feigning surprise at the sight before her, yet maintaining the aloof demeanor of an immortal. “What is this?”

Wen Mingyu let out a soft moan and also opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the white canopy. At first, she was dazed, but then she turned her head and saw the Moonlight Sovereign and her Third Senior Sister in the room. Startled, she immediately sat up, her hand brushing against a cold one. Turning her head, she saw her master behind her and jumped off the bed in shock. “Master?”

Pei Yujun’s face darkened as she scolded, “Sovereign of Lingyu Palace, how could you drag your disciple into such an improper act? What will the Sect Leader think? What will outsiders think of our Xianyu Sect? This is utterly absurd!” With a flick of her sleeve, she stormed off in anger.

Soon, only the master and her two disciples remained in the chamber.

The third disciple hesitated. “Master?”

“You may leave first,” Tang Jing said, massaging her temples before walking to the table to pour herself a glass of water.

Wen Mingyu was still bewildered, but more than anything, she was thrilled. Just the thought of waking up beside her master filled her with secret delight.

“Master, we…” Wen Mingyu sat down opposite her. Though overjoyed, she still wanted to understand how they had ended up in bed together.

Tang Jing shook her head without elaborating.

In the original story, Su Wanqiu had eaten the peach blossom pastry brought by her junior disciple and truly fainted. By the time she realized what had happened, the drug had already spread through her system.

But Tang Jing had been prepared and thus avoided falling into the trap.

Yet, the plot was irreversible, and she had no choice but to follow the original storyline.

Soon, news of the Sovereign of Lingyu Palace and her junior disciple being found together in broad daylight spread like wildfire through Xianyu Sect, reaching even Sect Leader Bu Qing. Before long, Tang Jing was summoned.

She knew exactly what awaited her, as did the other disciples in the hall.

Only now did Wen Mingyu begin to feel nervous. “Master…”

Without looking at her, Tang Jing lifted the hem of her robe and stepped out over the threshold.

“Su Wanqiu!” Bu Qing’s voice was sharp.

The hall was filled with the various palace sovereigns, their expressions ranging from indifference to complexity, and even schadenfreude.

The one gloating, of course, was Su Wanqiu’s arch-rival, Pei Yujun.

However, her smug expression was well-hidden, unnoticed by anyone present.

Tang Jing knelt in the center of the hall, neither refuting nor defending herself.

Bu Qing, seated at the head, was visibly distressed. With so many palace sovereigns present, she couldn’t show favoritism, yet Su Wanqiu was the one she valued and trusted most among them all.

She couldn’t believe Su Wanqiu would do such a thing with her disciple.

But there were witnesses, and the entire sect was abuzz with the scandal. If she didn’t take a firm stance now, it would inevitably lead to widespread gossip at best, a loss of face; at worst, the collapse of the sect.

With pain in her eyes, Bu Qing demanded, “Su Wanqiu, do you admit your guilt?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Pei Yujun, observing the Sect Leader’s expression, cut straight to the point. “When I went to find the Sovereign of Lingyu Palace, I saw her in bed with her junior disciple with my own eyes.”

Bu Qing’s eyelid twitched, and her gaze toward Pei Yujun turned cold.

Meanwhile, those who had always been close to Su Wanqiu now rushed to her defense. “Wanqiu would never do such a thing!”

“Who doesn’t know that you, Pei Yujun, have always had it in for Wanqiu? In all these hundreds of years, she has never once set foot in the Lingyu Palace. How could it be such a coincidence this time?” one of the palace masters said with icy calm.

Pei Yujun’s mind raced, quickly devising a counterargument. “Perhaps she has done so before, but no one ever saw it.”

“Pei Yujun!” another palace master snapped. “Wanqiu is absolutely not that kind of person. Don’t you dare slander her here.”

“Truth or lie, she herself knows best. If she has the nerve, let her speak for herself.” Pei Yujun pointed the accusation directly at the woman standing in the hall.

After all, the incident had already happened, no matter how much Su Wanqiu denied it, it wouldn’t change anything.

Tang Jing frowned. “It’s true that Wanqiu and my disciple were lying in the room, but,”

“See? See? She admitted it! What more do you have to say?” Pei Yujun crowed triumphantly.

The others from the various palaces grew frantic.

One of them couldn’t hold back. “Wanqiu, now is not the time to be so stubborn!”

Bu Qing raised a hand, silencing the crowd. “Let her finish.”

Only then did Tang Jing continue. “But at the time, I was teaching my disciple cultivation inside the hall. I don’t know how, but I suddenly lost consciousness.”

“Lost consciousness?” Pei Yujun scoffed. “Who knows if that’s true? Maybe you just made it up?”

Bu Qing’s brow furrowed as well. Without evidence, there was no way to clear Wanqiu’s name for now.

“It was the peach blossom cakes.” Wen Mingyu, who had been eavesdropping outside, suddenly barged in. She knelt beside her master and, facing the sect leader and the assembled palace masters, declared loudly, “At the time, my master and I ate many peach blossom cakes then we passed out.”

Pei Yujun let out a derisive laugh, though a flicker of panic crossed her face before she quickly regained her composure. She stood, looking down at them imperiously. “Who saw it? And where are these peach blossom cakes you supposedly ate?”

Wen Mingyu faltered. In her haste to rush over, she had forgotten to retrieve the pastries.

The incident had been so sudden, she hadn’t even thought of that detail until just now. Hesitating, she stammered, “I… I’ll go get them now.”

“Wen Mingyu, this is no place for a mere disciple to run wild. You barged in without regard for propriety, do you have no respect for the sect leader or us palace masters?”

“Pei Yujun, why don’t you just take charge then?” someone sneered from the crowd.

Pei Yujun’s first instinct was to glance at the sect leader. Seeing the dark expression on his face, she quickly shut her mouth and retreated to her seat.

“This matter requires further deliberation,” Bu Qing declared. “Someone, go search the Lingyu Palace and see if there are any traces of the peach blossom cakes Wen Mingyu mentioned.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

“Master…” Wen Mingyu, now frightened, pressed closer to Tang Jing, gripping her arm tightly.

From his elevated seat, Bu Qing glanced down and saw the gesture. His eyes darkened, but when he spoke again, his tone was as benevolent as ever, tinged with mild reproach. “Su Wanqiu, look at you. I’ve always told you not to get too familiar with your disciple.”

At those words, Wen Mingyu’s hand froze. She released her master’s arm and shifted slightly to kneel farther away.

Pei Yujun, however, was dissatisfied. She felt the sect leader was handling the matter far too leisurely, if this dragged on, it wouldn’t benefit her.

So during the recess, she quietly slipped away from the assembly and sent her disciple to summon someone.

The sect leader wanted to keep this matter confined within the sect and resolve it quietly in secret, but she was determined to thwart his wishes. The best way was to spread the news far and wide, ensuring all the other immortal sects would hear of it.

That way, it would be much harder for the sect leader to shield Su Wanqiu and she wanted to make things difficult for him.

This time, no matter what, she was going to bring Su Wanqiu down.

At the thought of this, Pei Yujun’s lips curled into a cold, sinister smile.

Before long, disciples from other immortal sects caught wind of the incident and arrived to investigate.

Coincidentally, the two young disciples sent to search Lingyu Palace for evidence returned, clasping their fists in salute. “Sect Leader, we found no trace of the peach blossom pastries.”

“What?” Bu Qing stiffened.

Wen Mingyu was also stunned, blurting out, “Impossible!”

Tang Jing, however, remained expressionless as she glanced at Pei Yujun. Sure enough, the latter now wore a look of smug amusement, if she hadn’t been the one to hide that box of pastries, then who else could it have been?

“Sect Leader Bu, we’ve heard that your Xianyu Sect has committed an act that defies all moral principles. Is this true?” the leader of the Nanhe Sect questioned.

Bu Qing was startled and quickly rose to greet him. “Sect Leader Nan, what brings you here?” As he spoke, he shot a dark glare at Pei Yujun, who only feigned innocence in response.

Leaders of the other immortal sects soon arrived as well.

“Sect Leader Bu, this matter cannot be hastily dismissed.”

“As a revered elder, to commit such an unforgivable transgression, she must be severely punished!”

“Shizun!” Wen Mingyu, frightened, clutched Tang Jing’s arm again.

But Tang Jing merely lowered her gaze, her expression calm and indifferent.

Seeing her maintain such a composed and righteous facade at a time like this, Pei Yujun curled her lip in disdain.

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