Transmigrated as the Little Concubine of a Paper-Thin Man - Chapter 11.2

The sleeping hall instantly held only the two of them. Shi Yunji slowly walked behind Yan Ling and began to gently wave the fan, stroke by stroke.

“Didn’t you eat?” Yan Ling scolded, still bent over her desk writing a letter, without turning her head.

Shi Yunji gritted her teeth and increased the force of her fanning.

But the silk-faced bamboo fan was as large as a banana leaf. Its surface was embroidered with complex patterns, and its handle was weighted with a dangling gemstone pendant, making its inherent weight significant. When she first fanned with force, it was fine, but as time passed, both of her arms started aching.

Left with no choice, Shi Yunji secretly eased her strength, allowing her arms to relax a bit.

Yan Ling seemed to have eyes in the back of her head.

“Don’t slack off.”

Shi Yunji was a little angry.

By now, she was certain that Yan Ling was targeting her. But if she thought about it carefully, she didn’t know how she had offended Yan Ling. Logically, given her lie yesterday, which led Yan Ling to believe she was also someone favored by the deity, shouldn’t Yan Ling treat her as an ally? If she was truly at fault, she had indeed shamelessly requested Yan Ling’s help with the Yun family’s revenge last night, but Yan Ling didn’t agree, and she hadn’t pestered her further, had she?

Why had Yan Ling’s attitude toward her become so poor?

She couldn’t figure it out, and her arms were aching too much to lift. She simply propped the fan against the floor and massaged her arms, resignedly giving up.

Yan Ling finally turned around and immediately noticed Shi Yunji’s reddened eyes. Shi Yunji was not a person with complicated feelings; her grievance and anger were visible on her face and easy to read.

She sneered: “Is this all the ability you have?”

Shi Yunji’s eyes questioned: What do you want?

Yan Ling’s gaze was deep. She muttered, “How can someone so utterly lacking in perseverance be chosen by Him?”

Shi Yunji blinked, feeling a touch of indignation: When He chose you, He didn’t know how strong your perseverance was either. The casual help given at their first encounter was likely just because Yan Ling happened to be pleasing to her eyes.

Sometimes fate is just an inexplicable thing.

Of course, in their subsequent interactions, she was genuinely impressed by the young girl’s personality and the various tenacious qualities she gradually revealed. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so invested in a game over something as intangible as being pleasing to the eye.

In those years when she diligently nurtured the young girl, who would have thought that one day she would be ordered around by Yan Ling like a servant?

Perhaps reminiscing about their past interactions, the anger in Shi Yunji’s heart dissipated considerably. She looked at Yan Ling, recalling the low mood values Yan Ling always had before she transmigrated, and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for the arrogant Immortal Master before her.

Like dealing with a little girl throwing a tantrum for a piece of candy, Shi Yunji lifted the fan and made an effort to wave it a few more times.

Yan Ling suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Shi Yunji thought she was about to make trouble again, but Yan Ling merely pointed at a black mark on her hand: “What is this?”

“Ah…” A soft exclamation escaped Shi Yunji’s lips.

She had almost forgotten about this thing.

Before, when the Flying Immortal Gate was robbed, Hua Shu had brought people to search their dwelling. Although Yan Ling stepped in to resolve the matter later, the woman named Zhou E, who was with Hua Shu, had pinched her before leaving.

This black mark was left behind at that time.

But the black mark didn’t cause any sensation, and coupled with her recent busy schedule, she hadn’t even noticed it.

Now that Yan Ling asked, she could only use limited hand gestures to convey the information to her.

“A surveillance talisman,” Yan Ling said. “It allows the caster to know your location at all times.”

Shi Yunji nodded in sudden realization, much of the panic on her face disappearing.

Although it was unsettling, knowing it was only for surveillance brought her a sense of relief.

As if trying to scare her, Yan Ling deliberately waited for her to relax before continuing: “Of course, if the talisman’s owner activates it, they can also make the talisman instantly explode, shattering the tendons and meridians in this hand.”

Just imagining the scene Yan Ling described made Shi Yunji’s scalp tingle.

She rubbed the black mark with her sleeve, scrubbing until the skin turned red, but the black mark didn’t fade in the slightest.

“You’re not so naive as to think this thing can be rubbed off, are you?” Yan Ling’s sneer came.

Shi Yunji looked at her, tentatively raising her wrist towards her.

Yan Ling turned her head away, her attitude still the same as last night: “Why should I help you?”

Shi Yunji lowered her hand, hiding the black mark under her clothing.

Yan Ling picked up the brush on the desk and wrote two more characters, then seemed irritated and turned her head.

Looking at Shi Yunji, she asked, “Did He leave you anything, or any instructions?”

Shi Yunji shook her head, without any unnecessary movements.

“Truly nothing?” Yan Ling frowned. “Did He not mention anything about the box to you?”

The box?

Shi Yunji immediately thought of the “Box of Dao Heart” that Zhou Huaibi and others had tried to seize a few days ago. Judging by Yan Ling’s words, the box must be related to her.

She had given Yan Ling countless things, but Shi Yunji genuinely couldn’t recall any clues related to the “Box of Dao Heart.” Before she transmigrated, Yan Ling’s power was already enough to dominate the entire cultivation world, just one step away from ascension. If she truly had a treasure that could help Yan Ling ascend, it was impossible for her to have no recollection of it.

After long contemplation with no memory surfacing, Shi Yunji could only honestly shake her head again.

“He didn’t leave you anything, nor did He tell you about the box.” Yan Ling confirmed to herself, then turned back to continue writing her letter.

At this, even the rhythm of the brush tip on the paper became much lighter.

Shi Yunji hesitated whether to press for information about the box, when she heard her say: “No need to fan, you may leave.”

Although she didn’t know why Yan Ling’s mood had suddenly improved, Shi Yunji was relieved to be free from the torment.

She put down the fan and scurried out of the palace, as if afraid Yan Ling might change her mind.

When she returned to the kitchen, Huan Zhu was leaning against a pillar waiting for her: “You’re back.”

Shi Yunji pulled up her sleeve and showed her the black mark, hoping to get a solution from her.

Huan Zhu grabbed her hand, felt it for a moment, and let go.

“A talisman, a small problem.” She scrutinized Shi Yunji from head to toe. “You’re asking me for help with this? You were able to conceal the scent of your soul before; you can’t undo this little talisman?”

Shi Yunji was completely unable to explain.

Huan Zhu smiled slyly: “You want revenge on that Zhou E, is that why you’re looking for me?” She nodded: “Then you’ve come to the right person. I can indeed use this talisman to inflict a backlash on the caster, making her suffer quite a bit.”

She patted Shi Yunji’s shoulder: “If I help you, what can you offer me in return?”

Seeing that she had misunderstood her intention, Shi Yunji couldn’t be bothered to explain. She swatted Huan Zhu’s hand away and turned to leave.

But as she turned sideways, she saw a package of medicine that had been opened on the stove—it was the medicine to be decocted for Yan Ling tonight.

Shi Yunji froze, running toward the scattered medicine package. At the same time, she turned back to look at Huan Zhu, questioning what had happened.

Huan Zhu slowly walked up behind her.

“Don’t you think this is the best time for us to act?”

Shi Yunji remained confused.

Huan Zhu pointed her chin at the medicine package: “Now is when Yan Ling is at her weakest. She was injured refining the Ten Thousand Spirits Key and then exerted herself greatly killing Zhou Huaibi and his group. Her spiritual energy is unstable; this is our chance.” As she spoke, her hand climbed up Shi Yunji’s neck like a venomous snake: “If we miss this opportunity, it will be very difficult for us to make a move later.”

From every perspective, Shi Yunji could not possibly betray Yan Ling.

She grabbed the half-opened medicine package, threw the contents directly onto the floor, while frowning and glaring at Huan Zhu, warning her not to act rashly.

“What are you afraid of?” Huan Zhu narrowed her eyes at her.

Shi Yunji calmed down for a moment, thought, and then gestured rapidly: [Poison, can’t fool Yan Ling.]

Huan Zhu blinked: “That’s why I’m not using poison.”

Shi Yunji took a deep breath: [Don’t, mess around.]

Huan Zhu smiled faintly: “Am I the kind of person who does things without a plan?”

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