The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 46.1

The mountain forest under the night sky was quiet and peaceful, with scattered fireflies hovering aimlessly.

Leaves rustled, layers of dark green piled overhead, and dappled light filtered through the gaps between the leaves.

The bright moon was just rising, and the outward-sloping eaves of the ancient temple could be vaguely seen.

Ying’er stood beside Song Yaozi, peering in that direction: “Miss.”

She asked hesitantly: “Are we really going into the temple with Princess Shunan… to, well, worship Buddha?”

“Since we’re already here, we can’t say no now.”

Song Yaozi’s gaze fell on the slender figure in front of them. She whispered: “I also want to know what the real intention behind this moon-gazing is.”

She took a step, following not far behind You Ting and Qing Su, and together they walked into the main gate of the temple.

A young novice monk who was sweeping the floor looked at them curiously: “Benefactors, it’s late. Have you come to offer incense?”

Qing Su walked forward and smiled: “Little master, please prepare a few guest rooms for us.”

She showed a palace token: “Our Princess wants to rest for a while in the temple, it won’t take too long.”

The temple was famous, and members of the imperial family had visited several times before.

They naturally recognized the palace token. The little novice monk’s expression became a little more serious, and he nodded: “Please wait a moment, benefactors. I will go and inform my senior brother.”

Before long, he ran back, panting.

The little novice monk showed a sincere smile: “I’ve already reported to my senior brothers. Please follow me, benefactors.”

He led You Ting and the others to the guest rooms prepared for pilgrims.

The room was small, but clean and tidy, with a faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air.

There were writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table, as well as several scrolls of scriptures for pilgrims to copy.

After taking them to the room, the little novice monk recited a Buddhist phrase and then bowed to leave.

You Ting said: “Qing Su, you may leave. I don’t need service here.”

Since the Princess had said so, Song Yaozi naturally also told Ying’er to withdraw.

Qing Su pulled away the worried-looking Ying’er and smoothly closed the door.

Ying’er reluctantly followed, looking back every few steps.

Seeing this, Qing Su couldn’t help but laugh: “The way you look, one would think your Miss has entered some dragon’s den or tiger’s lair.”

Ying’er gave an awkward dry laugh: “Excuse me, sister, but my Miss is weak, and I am truly worried.”

“Don’t worry,” Qing Su said carelessly, “My Princess will surely take good care of your Miss.”

Ying’er opened her lips as if to speak but ultimately said nothing.

She just muttered to herself inwardly, will Princess Shunan… really take care of someone?

In the room.

The atmosphere between the two people suddenly became subtle.

You Ting was the first to sit down at the table, reaching out to test the teapot on the table; it was still warm.

She poured two cups of tea and pushed one to the seat opposite.

“Miss Song, please.”

Song Yaozi didn’t hesitate too much and sat down opposite You Ting.

She looked at the teacup in front of her, with wisps of steam rising.

The beautiful face and eyes of the person opposite were merged into the steam, becoming indistinct.

After a moment, she asked: “Your Highness, was the meeting today really just for moon-gazing?”

You Ting did not directly answer the question but turned her head to look at the window, which was slightly ajar.

A cool breeze blew in from outside, causing the candle flame on the table to flicker slightly.

The moon on the fifteenth was nearly full, like a round disk cast from cold jade, emitting a faint, clear light.

From You Ting’s angle, she could see the moon in its entirety, as if it had settled on a branch.

The corners of her lips slightly lifted, but she gave a completely unrelated answer: “The moonlight tonight is beautiful.”

Song Yaozi remained silent.

You Ting suddenly turned her head and met her gaze directly.

“Miss Song,” You Ting called, “Will you participate in this imperial examination?”

Song Yaozi replied: “Naturally.”

The policy allowing women in the current dynasty to take the exams and become officials had not been in effect for very long.

So far, no woman had managed to rank among the top.

Because of this, there had always been a voice in the court arguing that women were ultimately useless and pushing for Emperor Ningjing to abolish the policy.

The emperor’s heart was unpredictable. Who knew if Emperor Ningjing might actually listen one day?

Song Yaozi was thoroughly prepared to achieve a high rank in this examination and prove her worth.

She carried the expectations not only of the Grand Tutor’s Mansion but also of all women in the capital and even the whole country.

If even Song Yaozi, who was always renowned for her talent, failed the exam, this policy might truly be revoked.

You Ting raised her teacup and touched it seriously: “Miss Song.”

“After today, we probably won’t see each other for a while.”

She smiled slightly: “I toast this to you, wishing you success.”

Song Yaozi also picked up her teacup and took a gentle sip.

When the corners of her lips curved up, shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks.

Song Yaozi said: “Thank you, Your Highness.”

The sound of the teacup touching the table was slight. But in the present silence, the noise was somehow unsettling.

Time passed slowly. You Ting looked at the girl opposite, her fingers slightly tightening.

She could already feel an unusual sensation from within her body. Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before the “Lovesick Entanglement” would take effect.

Better a short agony than a long one, You Ting pursed her lips, and called out seriously: “Miss Song.”

Song Yaozi slightly tilted her head: “Hmm?”

She wondered if it was her imagination, but her head seemed to have become a little hazy.

“The medicine we both took before is called ‘Lovesick Entanglement’.”

“This medicine is more like a poison. Before an antidote is found, it’s not something that can be resolved by experiencing it once…”

You Ting carefully explained the properties of the medicine. Meeting Song Yaozi’s suddenly wide eyes, her throat felt dry: “…and this is the current situation.”

“I see.” Song Yaozi murmured distractedly.

No wonder Princess Shunan would suddenly send an invitation for moon-gazing.

They were just the plainest words, yet they were like an invisible sledgehammer, each word striking Song Yaozi’s heart.

Smashing her into confusion and bewilderment.

What did this mean?

She had thought that the last time was the end of everything.

But now You Ting was telling her that it was only the beginning.

Every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, she would have to face the same situation again.

Then, then what did she become…

Song Yaozi’s face turned pale, and the fingers hidden in her sleeves couldn’t help but curl into a ball.

Seeing her distressed expression, You Ting knew this news must be a considerable blow to Song Yaoxi.

She thought for a moment and said comfortingly: “Miss Song, rest assured. No one besides you and me will ever know.”

The sound of the voice brought Song Yaozi’s lost thoughts back somewhat.

She couldn’t help but look at the woman opposite.

The woman sat upright. Although she was dressed simply, her radiant beauty remained undeniable.

Her slightly deeper bone structure enhanced her alluring charm with every smile and frown.

She had a very striking appearance, reminiscent of a delicate flower with dewdrops under the bright morning sun.

But Song Yaozi knew that Princess Shunan was not a fragile flower in a garden that needed careful tending.

Her dark eyes were as deep as the sea, calmly without a ripple.

Song Yaozi suddenly became curious: “Your Highness, why are you so calm?”

The world was always harsh on women, especially concerning such a private matter.

Just like herself at this moment, even though she had received the Grand Tutor’s strict education since childhood, she couldn’t help but feel panic, helplessness, and a hint of fear of unknown origin.

But Princess Shunan seemed completely unfazed by the matter, even having the composure to comfort her.

“Perhaps…” You Ting thought for a moment, “Because the object of this matter is you.”

Song Yaozi was stunned: “What?”

You Ting carefully considered her words and continued: “I do not dislike spending time with Miss Song.”

Her gaze was placid, and her tone was also calm and light.

She was clearly discussing an intimate and private matter, yet it didn’t feel vulgar in the slightest.

Song Yaozi lowered her long eyelashes, concealing the emotion in her eyes.

After a long while, she finally spoke: “Since things have come to this, we can only let nature take its course.”

“It’s just that I must trouble Your Highness…” Song Yaozi paused.

These were supposed to be a few polite words, but in this context, they seemed to carry a hint of a different, more sensual nature.

Her face flushed slightly, and she stopped speaking.

The moon climbed higher, and the night sky outside was a pure, deep blue.

Song Yaozi’s hands on her lap curled up.

A thread of itchiness crept into her heart, like a scratch through a boot, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, never quite hitting the spot.

In the cool breeze, her body temperature was rising.

She unconsciously licked her lips.

This feeling was exactly the same as that night.

Song Yaozi knew that what You Ting had just said was true.

Her gaze involuntarily drifted toward You Ting, only to find the other person looking up at the same moment.

Their eyes met.

Across the table, the invisible gaze under the moonlight collided, mixed with a passion that neither of them could understand.

The “Lovesick Entanglement” took effect without warning, like adding oil to a fierce fire.

Suddenly burning down the field of reason.

Song Yaozi’s breathing became slightly faster, and her face, which was usually sickly pale, was now covered in a faint blush.

Without knowing why, she softly called out: “Your Highness…”

Once the words were out, Song Yaozi didn’t know why she had called You Ting.

But in the current situation, she just had a sudden urge to call the person in front of her.

Her head felt heavy, and the strength in her limbs seemed to be drained away, making her feel as if she were falling into the clouds.

Fortunately, You Ting got up in time, walked to Song Yaozi’s side, and caught her steadily.

Perhaps because Song Yaozi’s body was weak, her reaction to the “Lovesick Entanglement” was exceptionally strong.

While You Ting could still maintain a degree of rationality, Song Yaozi’s eyes were already becoming hazy.

She lay weakly in You Ting’s arms, her breath and heartbeat a chaotic mess.

When she looked up, her clear eyes were filled with moisture.

Reflecting the flickering candlelight in the room.

Frail and pitiful, like a swan offering its neck to be killed.

It was unclear whether she was seeking rescue from the person in front of her or praying… to be led into a deeper abyss.

You Ting let out a subtle, inaudible sigh from her throat, “Miss Song.”

She said: “Pardon me for the liberty.”

In the next instant, she reached out and cradled the back of Song Yaozi’s head.

You Ting lowered her head, and her lips landed on Song Yaozi’s.

The window was open, and the wind slightly messed up their long hair.

Coolness passed through the gaps in their hair and then swept through the intermittently separated teeth.

Song Yaozi subconsciously closed her eyes.

The other person’s breath forcefully invaded all the air around her.

With a slightly suffocating sensation, her rushed breaths and faint whimpers were swallowed by the intimate kiss.

Her mind became increasingly dizzy.

She used one hand to grasp You Ting’s collar and the other to brace herself against the table, barely maintaining her balance.

You Ting’s other hand circled Song Yaozi’s waist.

The dress was thin and could barely conceal anything.

Fingertips pressed against her skin. Heat easily passed through the fabric, spreading from the point of contact to every inch of her body.

The kiss lasted for a long time.

By the time it ended, Song Yaozi had completely slumped into You Ting’s arms, either because of the “Lovesick Entanglement” or the brief lack of oxygen.

When she struggled to regain a sliver of consciousness, she realized that she had been stumbled into the bed.

The quilt was soft, so there was no impact when she fell.

The jade hairpin on her head was removed, and Song Yaozi’s dark, long hair instantly spread out.

A faint scent of sandalwood reached her nose. She squinted her hazy eyes.

In her sight was a woman’s stunningly beautiful face.

Her gaze was like a hook, pulling her into the deep, dark sea of ink.

The bothersome dress had been undone at some point, piling up in layers by the foot of the bed, like a shyly blooming flower bud.

Sparse moonlight shone on her smooth skin, which was then covered by a warm finger.

The tangled kisses were incessant, and Song Yaozi couldn’t help but arch her neck.

Her long eyelashes fluttered constantly. She uttered a few meaningless sounds as if unable to bear it.

Thick, dark clouds were swept by the wind, partially obscuring the moon.

The moonlight dimmed, and the visibility followed suit.

The chirping of insects outside was distinct, and a refreshing breeze constantly entered the room through the unclosed window.

But the two people in the room had no time to notice.

The cool wind made the heat from her fingertips feel even more intense.

The ties of her clothes hung loosely over her shoulders. The curtains on both sides were drawn, partially concealing the sensual scene within.

You Ting kissed and caressed Song Yaozi.

Compared to the last time, she was clearly more skilled now.

Her lips grazed every inch of tender skin, easily causing Song Yaozi’s body to tremble slightly.

Following the slender curves, she reached the sensitive area.

You Ting looked down.

Song Yaozi’s eyes were closed, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

Her complexion always carried a hint of sickly paleness, conveying a sense of detachment and composure.

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