The Vicious Beauty Faked His Death Three Times [Transmigration] - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Choice

“Today Big Brother urged me to deliver the sword to that servant; Big Brother has nagged me several times about this sword,” Wen Leyou complained.

Hearing this, Shen Miaomiao quickly handed him tea, her eyes bright as she pressed for more: “Then how did Ling Yanhe react?”

“How else could he react? At first, he didn’t want to pay any attention at all. If I hadn’t mentioned how hard Big Brother worked, he would have just walked away!” Wen Leyou grew angry as he spoke and quickly took a gulp of tea.

Didn’t he only react because he knew A-Han sent it?

Shen Miaomiao thought in confusion, but seeing Wen Leyou’s angry state, she didn’t dare say it directly. Instead, she patted his shoulder to offer comfort, while also hoping he would say something more.

Seeing that someone supported him, Wen Leyou could no longer hide his dissatisfaction: “I think Big Brother hit him too lightly a few days ago; he really should be driven out of the Hundred Demons Sect!”

“A-Han hit him?” Shen Miaomiao froze, suddenly speaking out loud.

Wen Leyou was startled by her, lifting his eyes to look at her with some surprise: “Yes, it happened two days ago.”

Shen Miaomiao seemed to realize her reaction was too big. She quickly suppressed her curiosity and asked, feigning calmness, “Was he badly hurt?”

It seems they fought over this matter a few days ago, Shen Miaomiao thought to herself.

“A gash on his neck; he won’t die,” Wen Leyou said crossly. “When I went to see him, even the scar was gone.”

Shen Miaomiao nodded, thinking, It seems it was Ling Yanhe’s fault.

“Did Big Brother pamper that servant this much even when he wasn’t in the Hundred Demons Sect?” Wen Leyou looked at Shen Miaomiao, utterly perplexed.

Hearing the word “pamper,” Shen Miaomiao’s hand shook, and she nearly threw the teacup.

“It was… alright?” Shen Miaomiao pondered for a moment. “Aside from brewing medicine for him and risking his life to protect the man, there wasn’t much else.”

“Bang!”

Wen Leyou slammed his palm onto the table, and the teacup instantly shattered into dust.

“Big Brother actually risked his life for such a person?!” Wen Leyou’s voice was shrill.

Wen Leyou stood up so fast he nearly fainted; he hurriedly grabbed the table to barely steady himself.

Seeing this, Shen Miaomiao’s first reaction was, That must hurt so much, and then she wanted to open her mouth to continue explaining to him—after all, she had only mentioned the consequence and hadn’t explained the cause yet.

“What are you talking about?”

A sharp voice interrupted Shen Miaomiao’s thoughts.

“Big Brother he actually risked his life for that servant!”

Before Shen Miaomiao could speak, Wen Leyou took the lead in lodging a complaint.

Hua Xueqiong’s brow instantly lowered upon hearing this, and the surrounding air grew heavy along with her.

Shen Miaomiao thought to herself that things were going poorly and hurriedly spoke: “It wasn’t.”

“What are you chatting about that’s so solemn?”

A gentle voice fell, and Shen Miaomiao’s heart sank completely to the bottom.

It’s over, Shen Miaomiao closed her eyes.

Wen Leyou had been extremely agitated, but the moment he saw Lin Qinghan appear, he instantly lost his steam. He wanted to speak, but the words died on his lips, leaving him in a state of utter dilemma.

Hua Xueqiong was even less a person of words; at this moment, she just pursed her lips and didn’t say a thing.

Lin Qinghan scanned the group, appearing not to notice their abnormality, as his gaze wandered and landed on the stone table.

Bright red bloodstains were visible on it.

“Leyou,” Lin Qinghan said softly. “Go treat your wound.”

The moment the words fell, Wen Leyou’s whole body shuddered. The pain slowly surged up, and he suddenly began to grimace and gnash his teeth, his face twisting in pain.

Seeing him like this, Shen Miaomiao felt a surge of guilt. She hurriedly supported his swaying body.

“I’ll have to trouble Miss Shen,” Lin Qinghan said, his eyes curving slightly as he offered her a grateful yet somewhat helpless smile.

Shen Miaomiao, who had wanted to speak, was completely suppressed by this smile and couldn’t get a word out. The rising sense of guilt made her nod haphazardly before dragging the still-moaning Wen Leyou toward the house.

As she reached the door, she looked back at the person standing in the courtyard.

Once she had a free moment, she would find a time to confess to each of them individually.

“What’s wrong?” Wen Leyou asked in confusion.

Shen Miaomiao shook her head and pulled him into the room.

Only after the door closed did Lin Qinghan withdraw his gaze.

“Tell me, what’s going on?” Lin Qinghan looked down at the blood-stained ceramic shards left on the stone table.

Hua Xueqiong pursed her lips, not uttering a word.

The hearing of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator is exceptionally sharp; she had heard every word of the conversation between Wen Leyou and Shen Miaomiao just now.

Just a few sentences had stirred up a massive wave in her heart.

Big Brother risked his life for that man. If I move against him, what will Big Brother think?

“Xueqiong, you have always been steady. I am very at ease with you looking after the Hundred Demons Sect.” Lin Qinghan had a smile in his eyes, but his expression was not relaxed; rather, it carried a bit of worry and sorrow. He let out a soft sigh and looked over. “But you always keep things bottled up inside; that isn’t very good.”

Hua Xueqiong’s heart fluttered, and she instinctively sought Lin Qinghan’s gaze.

“Forget it, it’s my fault.” Lin Qinghan lowered his eyes and shook his head gently. His lips seemed about to curl up, yet he couldn’t bring himself to smile, eventually looking quite bitter. “If I could protect you all properly, there would be no need for you to carry the banner.”

“It’s I who have made things difficult for you and Leyou. After the Winter Banquet, I plan to leave first.” Lin Qinghan smiled helplessly. “Afterward… we’ll see about things afterward.”

“If possible, I hope I can come back to see you all next year.” Lin Qinghan lifted his head, offering her a soothing smile.

As usual, that smile covering up everything and leaving them only the good side—appeared before Hua Xueqiong once again.

It felt like a heavy hammer striking Hua Xueqiong’s heart. She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn’t make a single sound.

The heavy snow mixed with severed limbs and the panic that came with every nightmare-induced awakening completely enveloped Hua Xueqiong. Although it was only late autumn, she felt cold and stiff all over.

She stared blankly at Lin Qinghan. That pair of smiling eyes in her sight gradually distorted, turning into bloodshot, lifeless dead eyes staring wide in the snow.

Hua Xueqiong wanted to say it wasn’t difficult; she wanted to grab Lin Qinghan’s hand and make him stay; she wanted to ask why he refused to come home and why he would risk his life for someone; she wanted to press him on what “if” meant and why it was an “if.”

But she asked none of it.

Nightmares are ultimately dreams. Even if spoken aloud, they are just nonsense or anxieties caused by over-worrying. She was no longer the Hua Xueqiong of a hundred years ago; countless instances of panic had long since worn her into another shape steady and mature.

She did not need to stand under anyone’s protection; she could also hold an umbrella for others.

Her trembling heart gradually calmed down, and she looked down at the fallen leaves beneath her feet.

“Is he very important to you?”

Lin Qinghan was stunned by her question. When she lifted her eyes, he looked away to dodge her gaze, then as if realizing something, he looked back at her, soothing her as always: “You are all very important to me.”

Hua Xueqiong did not speak; the fallen leaves beneath her feet were crushed by her.

The murderous intent of the white cloth seemed rooted in her heart; at this moment, it had grown into a dense, tall tree, squeezing her chest until she could barely breathe.

Suddenly, Hua Xueqiong looked up at Lin Qinghan. Those apricot eyes, which should have been lively and bright, were now terrifyingly steady.

“I will not make things difficult for Big Brother.”

Lin Qinghan froze for a moment and let out a helpless sigh. He reached out and stroked the top of Hua Xueqiong’s head: “You…”

Hua Xueqiong allowed him to comfort her, her thoughts becoming increasingly firm.

She would kill Ling Yanhe at the Winter Banquet. That way, Big Brother would not have to choose between the Hundred Demons Sect and anything else.

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