Transmigrated as the Little Concubine of a Paper-Thin Man - Chapter 13

The night was cloudless, and the light of the stars and the moon fell unimpeded onto the bluestones, making the entire Jade Bell Palace glow with a cool, shimmering light.

It took a while for Shi Yunjì to regain her senses while being held by Yan Ling, and she gently pushed the person away a little.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she expressed her resistance, Yan Ling tightened her arms, locking her in a tight embrace, as if afraid she would suddenly disappear.

“Don’t go, my Deity…” Yan Ling murmured in a low voice, “Don’t leave me…”

The voice was hoarse, loaded with emotion, and right next to her ear, making it impossible for Shi Yunjì to remain untouched. She sighed, no longer bothering to think about how to end the situation later, and raised her hand to gently stroke the long hair on Yan Ling’s back, one stroke after another.

Slowly, Shi Yunjì’s emotions calmed down, and she even began to enjoy the quiet time they shared—

Before, in the game, she could only interact simply with Yan Ling across a screen, but at this moment, she was being held tightly by the little girl she had raised. This experience was thousands of times better than poking and tapping at her phone back then.

Yan Ling rubbed her chin against Shi Yunjì’s forehead and hair tips: “Where did you go? Why didn’t you come to see me?”

She whispered, her voice very soft: “I waited on the mountain for a long time. The night wind was very cold, and you never came.”

Shi Yunjì couldn’t speak, so she could only pat the little girl’s back as a comfort.

“But I found out later…” Yan Ling used her finger to wrap a lock of hair across Shi Yunjì’s chest. “It turns out you knew it was going to rain that day and that we wouldn’t be able to observe the stars, which is why you didn’t come.

“It’s my fault for not checking the weather beforehand.”

Shi Yunjì recalled that stormy night, and her heart felt somewhat heavy.

What made her even sadder was that after Yan Ling finished speaking, she raised her head and looked at her with eyes full of expectation: “You didn’t come because of the rain, right? You wanted to watch the stars with me, right?”

Shi Yunjì met her gaze and could hardly breathe. But after a long hesitation, she still didn’t want to deceive the other person, so she slowly shook her head.

Yan Ling closed her eyes very quickly.

She buried her entire face in Shi Yunjì’s neck, murmuring, the hot breath all misting onto Shi Yunjì’s skin. Shi Yunjì concentrated and heard her self-deceptive words: “I was right after all.”

The typically aloof Immortal Master Lingling had to rely on lies to maintain calm in front of her. This extreme contrast made Shi Yunjì almost doubt the reality of the Yan Ling before her eyes.

She cupped the other’s face to look at her expression, but Yan Ling just stubbornly kept her eyes closed, immersed in the dreamscape she had woven, unwilling to communicate with her.

Shi Yunjì tried to grab her hand, but Yan Ling quickly opened her fingers, taking the initiative and gripping her tightly instead.

These actions melted Shi Yunjì’s heart.

As the night deepened, she glanced out the window at the sky and led Yan Ling towards the bed. Yan Ling was cooperative, but the hand holding hers never let go from beginning to end.

After finally persuading the person to lie down on the couch, Shi Yunjì planned in her mind to slip away after Yan Ling fell asleep, but Yan Ling had no intention of falling asleep. She rested her head on Shi Yunjì’s lap, staring blankly at Shi Yunjì’s face, wanting to engrave this image in her heart.

Shi Yunjì sighed and tried to cover her eyes with her hand, conveying her wish for the other person to sleep.

“Are you still blaming me?”

Yan Ling’s voice emerged from beneath her palm.

Shi Yunjì raised her hand, looking at her in confusion: “Hmm?”

Yan Ling: “Because I couldn’t open the box.”

The box?

Shi Yunjì had heard this word frequently recently, yet she didn’t even know what the object was.

After thinking for a moment, she raised her hand and tried to ask Yan Ling for the object.

Yan Ling didn’t hesitate at all and reached for the brocade pouch at her waist. After a flash of white light, a delicate wooden box appeared in her hand. Under Shi Yunjì’s puzzled gaze, she handed the wooden box directly to her.

Shi Yunjì took the object and examined it for a long time.

She had given Yan Ling many things, but she had no memory of this wooden box. After thinking for a long time, as her gaze met Yan Ling’s eyes again, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed her mind—

She remembered.

The event happened on the day she transmigrated.

That morning, she got up and tidied up, preparing to go to the hotel where her mother’s wedding was being held. Just as she was putting on her shoes in the entryway, her phone suddenly vibrated.

Shi Yunjì glanced at it and saw a notification that the game’s automatic update was complete.

Time was a bit tight then, and ordinarily, Shi Yunjì would have ignored this notification. But at that time, the BUG where Yan Ling’s mood value was extremely low and couldn’t increase had been present for a long time, and she had reported it multiple times without getting a fix.

Seeing the update notification, she logged into the game with a slight expectation for the game officials, wanting to see if her little girl’s mood value had returned to normal.

Upon entering the game page, she immediately opened Yan Ling’s character card, but disappointingly, Yan Ling’s mood value still showed the two big black characters: [Extremely Poor].

Shi Yunjì sighed, but she really didn’t have time to continue exploring the game content.

Before exiting the game, her peripheral vision caught a new gift pack updated in the side mall, which was shaped like a delicate wooden box. Having played the game for years, she was accustomed to buying whatever was released and sending a copy to her little girl, so she casually bought the item with her remaining game currency and sent it to Yan Ling.

The purchase was done quickly, but Shi Yunjì didn’t even have time to glance at the gift pack’s contents before closing the game, grabbing the car keys from the entryway, and rushing out.

After that, the car accident and her transmigration into the game world, and a series of other things, happened.

Now, looking at this ornate wooden box, Shi Yunjì finally remembered its origin, and at the same time, she felt a burst of amusement—

Although she wasn’t sure what was inside the box, it certainly wasn’t a divine elixir that could instantly make someone an immortal. After all, the game officials would never implant such an overpowered gift item into the game.

But that day, rushing out, she hadn’t taken a close look at the gift pack description, nor had she helped Yan Ling open the wooden box.

She never expected that such a small accident would cause such a huge misunderstanding. All these days, Yan Ling had believed that this wooden box held the secret of the Deity’s disappearance, and other opportunists eyeing Yan Ling also spread incredible rumors about the box.

Thinking about this, even Shi Yunjì became curious—

What exactly was inside this box? Also, how was the box supposed to be opened?

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