Transmigrated as the Little Concubine of a Paper-Thin Man - Chapter 12

That night, Huanzhu alone carried the medicine into Yan Ling’s sleeping quarters: “Immortal Master, your medicine.”

Yan Ling raised her eyes, saw she was alone, and subconsciously glanced toward the doorway.

Huanzhu kept her head lowered, but in reality, took in all of Yan Ling’s movements. As she handed over the medicine bowl, she secretly pondered in her heart: Why does Yan Ling seem so concerned about Yun Ji?

Silently burying the suspicion in her heart, she looked up at Yan Ling and flashed a smile that she believed was utterly captivating.

Yan Ling took the medicine bowl and brought it to her lips, but suddenly paused.

She asked, “Did you brew this medicine?”

Huanzhu blinked innocently, her toes secretly shifting outwards: “This servant and Yun Ji brewed it together.”

Yan Ling let out an “Mm” sound, tilted her head back, and drank the medicine in one gulp.

Huanzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, returned her toes to their proper position, stepped forward to take the empty bowl, bowed, and retreated.

She didn’t go far, but hid in the corridor, silently counting the time until she was sure the medicine had taken effect. Then, she tidied her clothes and pushed the door open to re-enter.

Inside the sleeping quarters, Yan Ling was sleeping face down at her desk.

Huanzhu cautiously crept closer, making no sound with her footsteps, but when she got within ten steps of the desk, Yan Ling, who had been resting with her eyes closed, still sensed her presence.

The radiant Immortal Master slowly propped up her upper body, a rare look of confusion on her face.

She spoke toward Huanzhu’s direction: “Who?”

Huanzhu pressed down on her pounding heart.

She cleared her throat and asked in an extremely gentle voice: “Yan Ling, who do you see me as?”

“Who are you?” Yan Ling murmured, repeating the question.

Huanzhu tried walking two steps closer, “Take a look, who am I?”

Yan Ling frowned, and her gaze finally focused on Huanzhu’s face.

She stared at Huanzhu for a long time, so long that Huanzhu almost thought the plan had failed. But finally, she spoke, calling out a single word: “Jiejie (Elder Sister).”

Huanzhu’s heart finally settled back into her chest: “Yes, it’s me.”

She smoothly stopped in front of Yan Ling: “It’s been a long time, Jiejie misses you very much… what about you?”

Yan Ling turned her head away, staring at the silver bell on her wrist: “…A long time has passed.”

“Hm?” Huanzhu almost didn’t know how to respond.

Yan Ling looked up again: “I’ve almost forgotten the things from before.”

Huanzhu’s mouth twitched slightly: “It’s alright, cough, you may not remember, but Jiejie hasn’t been able to forget…” She took a deep breath, trying hard to recall Yan Ling’s life—Yan Ling became famous at a young age, but she had never heard of her having any family. It was completely normal for an orphaned girl to miss her relatives.

Thinking of this, Huanzhu took another deep breath: “Your family has been very worried about you, all these years you’ve been alone out here.”

“Worried about me?” Yan Ling’s response was a question.

Huanzhu was worried that she had said the wrong thing and was about to try to remedy it, but saw that Yan Ling merely lowered her head and remained silent, not speaking again.

She gritted her teeth and proactively said, “Are you doing well?”

“Mm.”

Huanzhu maintained the smile on her face: “I heard your cultivation has been hindered, and I feel distressed. Cultivating immortality is as difficult as ascending to heaven. If there is anything Jiejie can help with, you must tell Jiejie, alright?”

Yan Ling looked up at her: “You can’t help me.”

“How would you know without trying?” Huanzhu leaned in, trying to take her hand, but Yan Ling evaded her. She wasn’t embarrassed, and pressed on: “Even if it’s just to share a little bit of your sorrow, Jiejie is willing to go through fire and water.”

Hearing this, Yan Ling tilted her head and stared directly at her.

Huanzhu met her gaze sincerely, asking expectantly, “How is it? Is there… something?”

Yan Ling’s eyes flickered, seeming to be in thought, then finally nodded slightly: “Mm.”

Huanzhu: “What?”

Yan Ling: “There’s a box… I can’t open it.”

Huanzhu took a deep breath.

She felt that all her previous tireless efforts were being rewarded at this moment. To keep her tone normal, she had to clench her fists tightly to suppress her excitement: “Can you let me… ahem, can you let Jiejie see that box? Maybe, cough, maybe Jiejie can help a little?”

Yan Ling slowly nodded: “Okay.”

She took a brocade pouch from her waist, cast a spell, and an object flew out of the pouch, about to land on the desk.

It was at this critical moment that the door to the sleeping quarters was violently pushed open from the outside.

Huanzhu thought “Oh no” to herself. When she looked back at Yan Ling, she found that she had indeed cautiously put the item away again. She was furious, glaring angrily toward the doorway, her gaze meeting the breathless Shi Yunji.

In that moment, Huanzhu raised her arm, wishing she could cast a Wind Manipulation spell directly to smash Shi Yunji to pieces.

But Yan Ling was right behind her, and she didn’t have the guts. She could only use her eyes to signal Shi Yunji: “Get out! Get out immediately!”

Shi Yunji lowered her eyes, deliberately avoiding Huanzhu’s fierce glare.

She was holding a jar of wine in her hand. Enduring her fear, she walked up to the two of them and gently placed the jar of Three-Day Drunken on the table. After doing this, she felt weak all over—

Huanzhu had warned her that the illusion constructed by the medicine was very fragile in front of someone with Yan Ling’s level of cultivation. When the illusion took effect, no unexpected changes could occur in the surroundings.

Once Yan Ling noticed something was wrong, the medicine would immediately lose its effect, and their plan would be ruined.

At this moment, Huanzhu had her back to Yan Ling, and the anger on her face was undisguised.

Facing Shi Yunji, she mouthed in an exaggerated manner: “You—are—asking—for—death—”

It was impossible for Shi Yunji not to be afraid, but she tried her best to maintain composure under Huanzhu’s gaze, even glaring back.

Huanzhu’s anger turned into a mocking smile.

She grabbed Shi Yunji’s arm, and while Yan Ling was still confused, she left behind a single sentence: “Yan Ling, Jiejie is leaving first.”

But after only two steps, she felt a strong gust of wind rush past her from behind.

Huanzhu reacted very quickly, simultaneously pushing Shi Yunji out as a shield and flashing backward, ensuring she was in a position of absolute safety.

Before escaping through the window, she looked back, intending to give Shi Yunji one last look of mockery—You ruined my plan, if you don’t die by my hand, Yan Ling will deal with you!

But the scene that met her eyes when she turned back almost made her jaw drop—

The Immortal Master, white as snow, was carefully holding Shi Yunji in her arms, her protective embrace not even daring to tighten. In stark contrast was Yan Ling’s sinister gaze directed at her.

In this instant, several thoughts flashed through Huanzhu’s mind.

Did Shi Yunji trick me? Are she and Yan Ling actually working together? Did the two of them team up to execute a scheme within a scheme to harm me?

But soon, she felt these thoughts were wrong.

If Shi Yunji truly was Yan Ling’s person, she could have simply told Yan Ling about the poisoning; why would she act out this whole scene now?!

But the scene before her was too bizarre. Huanzhu didn’t have time to think further as Yan Ling’s attack arrived. She dodged twice awkwardly, and even though she was unwilling, she gritted her teeth, jumped out the window, and vanished into the vast night.

After she left, Yan Ling gently pulled down the arm Shi Yunji was using to cover her face. She looked at Shi Yunji, her eyes clear and clean, and unbelievably soft.

Shi Yunji had seen this kind of gaze from Yan Ling many times before her accident. Perhaps because she had endured so much coldness since crossing over, seeing such a gaze at this moment felt somewhat unfamiliar.

Soon, tears of grievance rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

“Are you alright?” Yan Ling gently stroked her reddened eye corner.

Shi Yunji was stunned: “Hm?”

Now even she realized something was wrong—why would Yan Ling have this kind of attitude towards her?

Before she could figure out an answer, Yan Ling leaned closer.

She gently kissed away the tears on Shi Yunji’s face, her voice low, hoarse, and devout: “Don’t cry, my Goddess, don’t cry…”

Shi Yunji froze in place.

She suddenly remembered what Huanzhu had said—

“This kind of medicine will construct a beautiful illusion for the user.”

“In the illusion, she will encounter her deepest obsession.”

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