Transmigrated as the Short-Lived White Moonlight, I Ended Up Happily Ever After With the Female Lead - Chapter 32.1

Song Yi herself did not know what was wrong with her. She was always teasing Ji Yan’an, and the ripples in her soul, which had been lonely for many years, were constantly stirred by the person in front of her. Song Yi’s eyes deepened, and a certain thought seemed to be slowly rising in her heart.

“I… I’m not shy at all.” Ji Yan’an could no longer remember how many times she had blushed, only that Song Yi, even with a poker face, could make a person’s legs feel weak. “It must be because you’re too good-looking!” Ji Yan’an put her hands on her hips, throwing all the blame onto Song Yi. Not only did she refuse to admit she was shy, but she continued to stare at Song Yi’s exquisite face with a sense of entitlement.

Fortunately, Song Yi remained expressionless. She grabbed Ji Yan’an by the collar and led her back to the room, where the sight that greeted them was… Le Yan pouting in a corner, while Pang Zhi stood motionless, not knowing what to do.

“What happened?” Ji Yan’an was completely unprepared for this scene. Based on what Song Yi had just said, the two of them should have been chatting happily, and Pang Zhi should have had an epiphany and immediately come over to expose Ji Tongan’s crimes. But what was going on now?

Did the negotiation fail?

Le Yan only turned around when she heard Ji Yan’an’S voice. She ran over, looking wronged, and, right in front of Song Yi… threw herself into Ji Yan’an’s arms.

Song Yi’s expression immediately changed. She moved her lips but said nothing.

“Miss! Pang Zhi just told your servant how Third Miss instructed her. Your servant, your servant, your servant is angry for you! How could Third Miss have such a heart!” It was all because of Ji Tongan; if not for her, how could Miss and I have suffered this calamity? Just thinking of those fierce bandits from last night made Le Yan want to cry, and in fact, she did cry continuously while clutching Ji Yan’an.

As Song Yi watched, the tears-soaked Ji Yan’an’s collar. She proactively reached out, gently pulled Le Yan away, and ushered Ji Yan’an to sit by the table. This stunned Le Yan, who even forgot to cry.

Ji Yan’an glanced at Song Yi. She still wore that indifferent expression and wouldn’t even spare her another look, but the arm wrapped around her was so strong, as if declaring possession.

Ji Yan’an, who lacked experience in modern dating and friendships, was utterly confused. Relying on her years of reading novels and watching dramas, she deduced: Could this be jealousy? Could this be Song Yi declaring her dominance?

Ji Yan’an nodded, deciding she was right. She reached out and gently rubbed Song Yi’s face, which seemed to have very little flesh on it, and smiled as brightly as the sun: “Hehehe, Big Sis, are you jealous? From now on, I’ll only let you hug me! Le Yan is not allowed, and Mother is not allowed!”

Adding the words ‘Big Sis’ made Le Yan feel as if she had been struck by lightning, and Pang Zhi, holding her handkerchief, forgot to cry. Song Yi, however, seemed to appreciate it. She nodded and released the hand holding Ji Yan’an. Though she still didn’t show much emotion, her eyes were now filled with a starlight-like glow, and even the simple action of picking up the teacup was beautiful.

It only dawned on Ji Yan’an belatedly: How is this so… gay?

“So, Pang Zhi, are you willing to testify for Miss Song in front of the Old Madam?” Ji Yan’an returned to the main point, asking the still-dazed Pang Zhi.

Pang Zhi looked at Le Yan, then remembered who had saved her, grit her teeth, stomped her foot, and decided to reveal everything.

“Please spare me, Misses. Pang Zhi was forced. Third Miss threatened the lives of my family. She said that if I only sacrificed myself, she would promise my family a worry-free old age. That’s why your servant took the risk. If I hadn’t been under such pressure, I would never have dared to frame Miss Song.” Pang Zhi knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly as she spoke, the sound of her head hitting the floor echoing loudly.

Before Ji Yan’an could help her up, Le Yan rushed forward first. After helping Pang Zhi to her feet, she looked pleadingly at Ji Yan’an: “Miss… this can’t really be considered Pang Zhi’s fault. She was forced. Can… can we forgive her?”

Ji Yan’an was a little confused. Didn’t Le Yan help me curse Pang Zhi earlier? How was she so easily charmed after spending one night together? However, Ji Yan’an couldn’t make the final decision; she had to look to Song Yi, the person involved.

Sensing Ji Yan’an’s gaze, Song Yi finally put down her teacup and looked directly at Ji Yan’an: “You decide. Besides, Pang Zhi is only a maidservant; she truly didn’t have the power to resist Ji Tongan.”

Ji Yan’an felt a little shy under the intense gaze and avoided Song Yi’s eyes as she spoke to Pang Zhi: “Then I’ll decide. As long as you are willing to honestly tell the Old Madam everything, when we return to the manor, you will be my maidservant. Your family members will also be brought to the Ji Manor to find work, preferably within my courtyard. I’ll make sure Ji Tongan wouldn’t dare to try anything again.”

Ji Yan’an couldn’t snatch Song Yi from the wood shed, but snatching a maidservant was well within her power. With Ji Yan’an’s promise, Pang Zhi finally felt relieved. Le Yan helped rub her reddened forehead and helped express her gratitude: “I knew it! Our Miss is a hundred times kinder than Third Miss! If you follow our Miss from now on, you’ll definitely be a hundred times happier than following Third Miss!”

Le Yan laughed goofily, making Ji Yan’an feel proud. She puffed out her chest, her triumph clearly evident.

Ji Yan’an looked at Le Yan, and Song Yi watched Ji Yan’an. No one spoke for a moment, yet there was no awkwardness. The sound of the charcoal fire burning in the room made them feel warm. Ji Yan’an slipped back under the covers, lying on her side, her face directed at Song Yi who was still sitting by the table. She smiled sweetly: “Big Sis, want to join me?”

The offer was completely innocent. Ji Yan’an simply wanted someone to hug her while she slept. Furthermore, in her view, the two of them were already such close friends, and wasn’t it normal for girlfriends to hug each other while sleeping?

Song Yi, however, thought otherwise. Her throat felt slightly dry. She restrained herself from looking at Ji Yan’an, stood up, and prepared to go outside for a walk. Ji Yan’an wasn’t annoyed by the failed invitation, just a little disappointed as she continued to snuggle in the quilt. After eating her fill, it was naturally time to be lazy—even if she couldn’t sleep, she’d be lazy.

As Song Yi left, she took both Le Yan and Pang Zhi out with her. After gently closing the wooden door, her expression finally shifted from an awkward, constrained state to her usual external coldness. Especially towards Le Yan… she even seemed a bit angry.

“In the future, try not to hug Ji Yan’an.” Song Yi uttered the sentence awkwardly. Even she felt it was baffling; why was she concerned about this?

Le Yan was even more confused. She looked at Song Yi, barely holding back from asking why.

” Yan’an is the Eldest Miss. If you casually hug her in a place like the Imperial Palace, wouldn’t people assume the Ji Manor has no manners?” Song Yi rushed out these words in one breath. Even the guards were stunned, and Le Yan was also frozen for a moment. She nodded, half-understanding, and didn’t ask again.

Le Yan happily pulled Pang Zhi and ran back to her own room. Song Yi stood at the door, unable to decide whether to leave or return.

“Miss… you’ve been a little different lately.” The man who fearlessly spoke up was named Su Zhang, the most carefree one among the group of white-clad men. He hadn’t dared to ask before because Song Yi was too terrifying, but today he saw a talkative and flustered Song Yi, which emboldened him to inquire.

“I can make you never see me again.” Song Yi cast a cold glance at him, scaring Su Zhang into covering his mouth. Who was the idiot who said Song Yi’s temper had improved? Oh, it was me, wasn’t it!

Su Zhang’s expression shifted dramatically, but Song Yi had no interest in watching him. Her eyes were fixed on the wooden door, wondering what she was thinking.

Why do I care so much about Le Yan hugging Ji Yan’an? Song Yi didn’t understand and didn’t want to dwell on it. Maybe it was just as Ji Yan’an said: after considering Ji Yan’an a friend, she would get jealous?

After adjusting her emotions, Song Yi pushed the door open and entered, only to find that Ji Yan’an wasn’t asleep at all. She was boredly playing with the pillows and quilt, actually arranging them into the shape of a person. Then Ji Yan’an pounced on it, and the little figure made of pillows and a quilt instantly collapsed. The scene was utterly disastrous.

Song Yi smiled and shook her head, walking to the edge of the bed and looking down at Ji Yan’an continuing to play. Ji Yan’an didn’t notice Song Yi behind her and complained to the pillow: “Where did Song Yi, the great beauty, go? Hmph, we’re the best of friends, and she won’t even keep me company! It’s so cold outside, and she has to go for a walk. What walk? I’m left all alone in this inn. This pillow is more attentive than you!”

Ji Yan’an babbled for a long time. When she got tired, she threw the pillow into the corner and sat cross-legged on the bed, looking like she was pouting and resting after talking too much.

“Tired?” Song Yi’s voice suddenly rang in Ji Yan’an’s ear, scaring Ji Yan’an so much she shrank into the corner, covering herself with the quilt. Anyone who didn’t know would think Song Yi had done something unspeakable to her.

“When did you come in!!” Ji Yan’an wailed, frantically praying in her heart that Song Yi hadn’t heard her image-destroying rant.

“Quite a while ago.” Song Yi just wanted to see Ji Yan’an flustered. She smiled and moved closer to Ji Yan’an. The other’s face grew larger and larger before her eyes. The vermillion lips were slightly parted, as if inviting her closer.

“Ah—” Ji Yan’an buried her head in the quilt, leaving only half her body exposed. She didn’t plan on showing her head for a while.

Song Yi’s attempt failed. She straightened up and watched Ji Yan’an’s amusing state, unable to get enough, unable to look away.

After a long time, Ji Yan’an felt a little stuffy. Hearing no movement outside, she cautiously poked out half her head to look around. When she raised her eyes, she saw Song Yi’s face, bright as the moon. Amidst her surprise, her head also hit the wooden bedpost.

“Hiss!” Ji Yan’an clutched her head, her expression twisted in pain. Song Yi finally stopped just standing there watching her. She quickly helped Ji Yan’an up and gently pulled away the hands covering her head to examine the injury. Ji Yan’an’s soft hair once again passed through Song Yi’s fingers. After looking carefully for a long time, she said to Ji Yan’an: “No need to worry, it’s fine.”

She meant to comfort her, but the words came out sounding so cold. Song Yi also felt that she really wasn’t good with words. She had expected Ji Yan’an to get angry, but instead, Ji Yan’an rolled her eyes a few times and then asked a very “serious” question.

“Am I bald?”

“Hmm?” Song Yi was completely thrown off. Bald… bald? She hadn’t become a nun; how could she be bald?

Ji Yan’an covered her hair and wailed: “Wuwuwu, you don’t need to comfort me! I must be bald! Otherwise, why wasn’t there thick hair protecting me when I just hit the post? I must be suffering severe hair loss!”

Ji Yan’an had noticed this problem a while ago. A lot of hair fells out when Le Yan and Jin Xi brushed and styled her hair. Even with the abundance of hair people had in ancient times, it couldn’t sustain this much loss.

“No.” Song Yi looked at her soft, long hair, not understanding why she had such worries. She even wanted to reach out and rub it.

Ji Yan’an could only nod. She forgot about the headache and slumped on the bed. In her daze, she thought that living like this forever wouldn’t be bad.