Transmigrated Into The Arms Of The Heroine Of A Sadistic Novel - Chapter 78

Forcing a Slumber Spell onto Yang Hengyu’s forehead, Lin Yanyu was pulled away by Qin Changxin and returned to the sleeping chamber.

Lin Yanyu lowered the curtain and sat opposite her. Seeing her frown in thought, she waited for a moment before asking, “Are you thinking about Ye Yaozhi?”

Qin Changxin shook her head. “I’m thinking about what Yang Hengyu said.”

“She said a lot of strange things just now,” Lin Yanyu said, hands tucked into her sleeves, unusually curious. “What did you let her see?”

“I let her treat me as if I were Ye Yaozhi,” Qin Changxin casually picked up the sketchbook from the bedside table and flipped through it. “And I guided her slightly while she mimicked the lines in the book. I didn’t expect her to speak her inner thoughts directly.”

Having read the original text and having seen the darkened version of Changxin in a dream, Lin Yanyu didn’t doubt how she knew it was Yang Hengyu’s inner thoughts. Instead, she said, “I guess what you’re thinking now is, ‘Why is she different from the Yang Hengyu I’m familiar with?’”

Qin Changxin paused in her flipping and looked up at her.

“My interactions with Yang Hengyu weren’t many, and my first impression of her was bad. So I’ve always assumed the worst about her,” Lin Yanyu explained. “Actually, as long as you put a filter over someone, you unconsciously distort things related to them.”

She paused. “You might not understand the concept of a ‘filter,’ so let me give you an example. Before hearing your description, I always thought Xuan Lin was a bad kid. Even after inheriting her memories, the first thing I did after arriving here was to take the blame for her. Naturally, my first impression of her wasn’t good.”

Qin Changxin immediately understood her meaning, nodding silently and sinking back into thought.

“You’re right,” she said softly after a long moment. “Actually, I’m not familiar with Yang Hengyu. Since I can remember, most of my memories are of her bullying me. Later, when my father sent me to study at Kuixuan Academy, I only returned home once a year. For ten years, I had little contact with her and had no idea what she had experienced.”

“But it’s also true that Yang Hengyu grew up twisted,” Lin Yanyu reminded her. “You can totally choose not to forgive her. After all, you were bullied for so long, and most of her methods were underhanded.”

Qin Changxin smiled and rubbed Lin Yanyu’s cat ears.

“I won’t forgive her,” she said. “But if she truly was in a relationship with Ye Yaozhi and could respect them, I wouldn’t interfere with their feelings.”

“That’s the ideal situation,” Lin Yanyu commented. “However, Ye Yaozhi already knows he was abandoned, and the person who abandoned him is someone we can’t stand. Meeting them now would put Ye Yaozhi in a difficult position.”

She thought for a moment, then added, “Also, if Ye Yaozhi has, as she said, become twisted in personality, we need to go to Que Ling Island soon and remind the island master to ‘keep an eye on her.’ Severe psychological issues need a long period of correction. Maybe she stays because she feels the island’s atmosphere is good, but no one can guarantee she won’t suddenly lose control and do something she shouldn’t.”

The next day, as soon as Yang Hengyu could walk, Lin Yanyu quickly took her by carriage out of the Demon Realm.

When performing a mission, she detested lingering over matters. Anything that could be resolved quickly, she wouldn’t delay.

The horse demon pulling the carriage was still the same one as last time. Without Lin Yanyu urging it, it ran swiftly.

Sitting beside her, Qin Changxin watched the barrier between worlds approaching and felt an inexplicable unease.

As the carriage neared the barrier, Yang Hengyu suddenly said, “I sense my mother’s presence here.”

Her voice was calm, without any fluctuation, as if speaking about someone unrelated to herself.

“It might be your mother’s vengeful spirit,” Lin Yanyu said. “Don’t expect me to let you get off the carriage.”

Unexpectedly, Yang Hengyu requested, “I understand the difference between a vengeful spirit and a soul. A corrupted soul doesn’t enter reincarnation. Even if purified, it disperses immediately into heaven and earth… Your demon fire is quite powerful. Can you help me send my mother off?”

Lin Yanyu frowned at such a request. She had planned to burn the spirit to open a passage anyway. She exchanged a glance with Qin Changxin, and seeing her nod, she agreed. “I don’t recognize your mother’s presence. Where is she?”

Yang Hengyu didn’t immediately answer, merely handing over a jade flute.

“This is the ‘Wuyou Flute’ my mother used in life,” Yang Hengyu explained. “It still retains her presence.”

Lin Yanyu took the flute, sensed the residual unfamiliar energy, controlled the surrounding demon energy to locate it, and quickly found Yang Huaisheng’s vengeful spirit.

The woman’s body was semi-transparent, her black clothing tattered, hair disheveled, and on her left wrist hung a string of vermillion prayer beads, nearly worn down.

In a hurry, Lin Yanyu didn’t perform a ceremonial funeral, raising a burst of demon fire to completely burn her and the blocking spirits.

“Here, the flute is yours,” she said, returning the flute to Yang Hengyu, who smiled brightly but had tears streaming down her face, creating a strange impression.

Lin Yanyu looked at her in confusion, but couldn’t figure out what was off. She closed the curtain and continued the journey, hearing Yang Hengyu murmur, “It’s finally over…”

Qin Changxin heard it too, but neither of them understood why she suddenly said that.

Entering Zhuzhou City, passing through the sparsely populated Qingxue Street, they arrived at the Qin family residence.

Zhuzhou seemed to have just experienced rain; the ground was still damp with puddles here and there.

Lin Yanyu sniffed the air, alert, and tightened the reins, staring at the guarded Qin family gate.

“The blood energy is strong. Something has happened at the Qin residence,” she whispered to Qin Changxin. “Should we go directly or visit the Feng family first?”

“Go there directly. No need to trouble the Fengs,” Qin Changxin replied, calmly sensing the faint blood smell.

What was destined to happen in the previous life likely could not be avoided this time either—as long as Yang Hengyu lived.

Lin Yanyu recalled the original text, roughly guessing what had happened to the Qin family, though she didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

Touching the silver Tan mark on her fingers and recalling various points Feng Funing had taught her during training, she asked Yang Hengyu, “When we fought before, the ‘Blood Leopard’ energy can’t be controlled by you, no matter how strong your will is. You rely on blood energy to remain calm, right? How many Qin family members did you kill?”

Yang Hengyu laughed lightly, responding slowly, “You’ll see when you go in. Not even a day has passed; the corpses should still be in the mortuary. They won’t have been handled yet.”

Indeed.

Lin Yanyu snorted. Even though she had little regard for the Qin family, she hated selfish people even more.

As the carriage neared, the demon hunters guarding the gate recognized Qin Changxin and hurried over, bowing and crying, “Second Miss! Your father”

“Why are you still standing there? Escort your lady inside!” Feng Mingchi’s voice came from behind them.

Entering the Qin residence, Lin Yanyu smelled the stronger blood odor and frowned.

Seeing the fatigue on Feng Mingchi’s face, Qin Changxin got down and bowed, thanking him.

“It’s nothing,” he waved. “Follow me first.”

Qin Changxin glanced at Lin Yanyu, and after a nod, she followed Feng Mingchi.

Lin Yanyu intended to park the carriage, but seeing the troublesome Yang Hengyu still inside, she pulled the reins and headed to Qin Changxin’s Cloud-Piercing Tower instead.

Parking the carriage below the tower, she watched Yang Hengyu push the door open and then followed her in, closing it and raising a barrier only Qin Changxin knew how to undo.

“You’ve long wanted to kill your father, haven’t you?” Lin Yanyu asked sitting opposite Yang Hengyu. “You should also know that it’s always been your father who was at fault, not Changxin or her mother.”

“You see clearly,” Yang Hengyu squinted her peach blossom eyes, admitting, “Even if not now, someday, I will personally send that man underground.”

Lin Yanyu noticed her calmly fiddling with the beads on her wrist and couldn’t help but ask, “Then why choose this particular time? Do you think that being possessed by the ‘Blood Leopard’ lets you commit murder and get away with it?”

“Once done, it’s done. No need for excuses. Whether hurting you or killing someone, it’s by my hand,” Yang Hengyu calmly replied.

“The Qin family already has more capable heirs than me. Now that Qin Jianren is dead and I’ve committed a grave mistake, if she can control the ‘Blood Leopard,’ she naturally has enough reason to take the family head position. The hidden elders of the Qin family won’t say much either.”

“Ha? You’re just handing it over?” Lin Yanyu could hardly believe her ears. “Honestly, this is the funniest thing I’ve heard since coming to the mortal realm.”

“Think what you will,” Yang Hengyu said indifferently. “If you were possessed by such a monster, encountering that kind of power, you would recognize your own insignificance. And I was never a talented person anyway.”

Words failed them. Lin Yanyu lazily cast a Slumber Spell on her forehead, arranging her in a presentable posture, and sat quietly waiting for Qin Changxin to return.

Unexpectedly, it wasn’t until noon that the door opened. Qin Changxin entered carrying food boxes, silently placing dishes in front of Lin Yanyu.

She didn’t speak, which made Lin Yanyu nervous. She stood and held her hand, asking, “Are you okay?”

Qin Changxin glanced at the still sleeping Yang Hengyu, then nodded. “Don’t worry about me. Senior Feng has handled most of the matters.”

Lin Yanyu nodded in response. She quickly moved Yang Hengyu away from the table to avoid ruining the meal while Qin Changxin set the dishes.

“Yang Hengyu killed my father, but didn’t touch my mother,” Qin Changxin said after sitting. “I went to the mortuary to see the corpse, then first went to my mother’s residence. When she saw me, she still drove me away as before, but her neck had the family head’s token, completely intact… Her maid said Yang Hengyu personally placed it there when she came.”

“That’s good!” Lin Yanyu said, thinking of her earlier conversation with Yang Hengyu. “It seems she really handed over the family head position.”

Qin Changxin was silent for a moment, murmuring, “Is this what you meant by… ‘letting things take their natural course’?