The Abused Heroine Stops Pretending [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 60

The cliff was extremely steep. Even Wu Xingyue, with her cultivation, found the descent arduous, suffering cuts from the jagged rocks along the way. It was unimaginable what injuries Tang Jing, unconscious and without any cultivation, must have endured.

Ignoring her torn robes and wounds, Wu Xingyue focused solely on chasing after her falling master. Just as Tang Jing was about to collide with the rugged cliff face, Wu Xingyue’s pupils contracted. She accelerated forward, catching her master in her arms. With a kick against the cliff wall, she safely landed at the base.

“Master!” Wu Xingyue anxiously gazed at the unconscious figure in her arms. Tang Jing’s face was deathly pale, her brows tightly furrowed in pain. The sight of her master in such a state pained Wu Xingyue beyond measure.

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Tang Jing slowly regained consciousness. Her first sensation was the enveloping warmth, so comforting that she let out a contented sigh. As her eyelids fluttered open, she was met with the sight of white curtains bathed in sunlight.

She lay there, dazed, momentarily unsure of her surroundings.

The sound of footsteps reached her ears. Turning her head, she realized she was in a small wooden cabin, its interior simple and unadorned. Sunlight streamed in through an open window.

Just then, the wooden door was pushed open from outside. A woman entered, dressed in a pomegranate-red satin brocade robe, her hair tied neatly atop her head. She moved with brisk efficiency, carrying a tray in her hands.

The moment the woman stepped inside, her eyes darted toward the bed. Upon seeing Tang Jing awake, her face lit up with joy. Setting the tray aside, she hurried over and sat by the bedside, asking, “Madam, are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

Tang Jing hadn’t expected to open her eyes and see her senior disciple. Glancing at the system progress still only at 30%, she parted her lips but then closed them again, frowning coldly. “Elder Qiu Yue of the demonic clan.”

Wu Xingyue’s smile froze. Noticing Tang Jing’s discomfort as she sat up, she leaned forward.

Tang Jing, startled by the sudden proximity, clenched the hand supporting her on the bed and leaned back. But her body was too weak after just one movement, she collapsed limply to the side.

Wu Xingyue, alarmed, swiftly caught her. Turning her head in a panic, she was about to scold her, but the moment she met her master’s vulnerable gaze, all her anger dissipated, leaving only heartache.

“You!” Tang Jing gritted her teeth, trying to break free from her embrace, but she was too feeble. After a few futile struggles, she slumped back into Wu Xingyue’s arms.

Wu Xingyue supported her back with one hand and chided softly, “Don’t move!”

“Let go of me,” Tang Jing said icily.

Wu Xingyue glanced down and noticed her master’s ears were bright red. Realizing Tang Jing was flustered and embarrassed, she feared pushing her too far. Instead, she helped her sit up, placing a pillow behind her waist for support before slowly releasing her.

Tang Jing turned her face away. “Leave.”

“Madam, you’re still unwell. I’ve prepared some porridge for you, will you have some?” Wu Xingyue acted as though she hadn’t heard the command. Walking to the table, she brought over the still-warm porridge, scooping a spoonful and holding it to Tang Jing’s lips.

Tang Jing pressed her lips together, refusing to look at her.

Wu Xingyue sighed. “Or would you prefer to feed yourself?”

There was still no response.

Finally, Wu Xingyue set the bowl by the bedside and stood. “I’ll step out for now. I only hope that by the time I return, Madam will have finished the porridge.”

As the wooden door closed behind her, Tang Jing glanced in its direction.

If it weren’t for the fact that the system’s designated time hadn’t yet arrived, she wouldn’t have had to force herself into the “Su Wanqiu” persona when facing Senior Shi earlier.

Just thinking about the next hundred years, during which she would have to maintain a superficially antagonistic master-disciple relationship with Senior Shi, filled her with melancholy.

Her gaze fell on the steaming bowl of porridge on the bedside table. The moment she remembered it had been made by Senior Shi, she picked it up without hesitation.

The system’s alarm sounded.

Tang Jing remained unperturbed, eating as she spoke, “Even if Su Wanqiu has issues with the demonic faction, she still needs to eat.”

Even the system was convinced by her reasoning.

An hour later, Wu Xingyue pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing that Tang Jing had finished the porridge, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Tang Jing leaned against the headboard, lowering her eyelids to avoid looking at her.

During the time Tang Jing had been unconscious, Wu Xingyue had taken care of her every day, watching over her for hours on end, never seeming to get enough.

Wu Xingyue approached. “The water’s ready. After your bath, I’ll apply some medicine for you.”

Tang Jing’s face was full of resistance. “No need.”

Yet, moments later, she found herself forcibly settled into the wooden tub by Wu Xingyue, wearing only her undergarments, her greatest concession. Even so, she stubbornly kept her eyes downcast, refusing to glance at the woman before her.

Unbeknownst to her, amidst the rising steam, her usually aloof demeanor took on an ethereal beauty in Wu Xingyue’s eyes so captivating that Wu Xingyue lost herself in the sight, unable to look away.

Tang Jing finally had no choice but to glance at her, snapping Wu Xingyue out of her daze. Flustered, Wu Xingyue touched her nose guiltily and stepped forward to assist.

“Get out,” Tang Jing snapped, glaring at her. The effort of restraining herself made her face even paler.

Wu Xingyue halted, clenched her fists, and suppressed the surge of bitterness in her chest before turning and leaving.

The moment the door closed, Tang Jing’s facade of strength crumbled. She nearly slipped beneath the water, barely managing to steady herself by gripping the edge of the tub. Even so, the struggle left water splashed across her face, making her look utterly disheveled.

When had the Lord of Lingyu Palace ever been in such a sorry state? But then again, after enduring the water prison and the lashings, this hardly seemed like the worst of it.

As long as the person outside didn’t see.

Alone in the room, Tang Jing removed her undergarments, revealing the dark purple whip marks covering her body and arms. Some had scabbed over, clinging grotesquely to her skin.

“Darling, are you done?” A voice called from outside. Tang Jing pressed her lips together and didn’t answer, but she quickened her movements.

Once finished, she struggled to drag her weakened body out of the tub and put on the clean undergarments laid out on the screen.

Just as she finished dressing, the door creaked open, and the woman who had been waiting outside stepped in.

“Let me help you, darling,” Wu Xingyue said as she approached, fastening the ties for her.

Standing side by side, Tang Jing was half a head taller. She looked down at the woman and said coldly, “Don’t call me that. Just use my name.”

Wu Xingyue blinked up at her. “But ‘darling’ sounds so nice.”

Tang Jing turned her head away, her ears reddening again. “Whatever.”

Knowing her shizun was flustered again, Wu Xingyue suppressed a smile and took her arm. “Come, let me apply the medicine.”

“I can!”

“There are wounds on your back. You can’t do it alone.” Wu Xingyue had conceded on the bath, but this was non-negotiable.

Tang Jing: “…”

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