Transmigrated Into The Arms Of The Heroine Of A Sadistic Novel - Chapter 98

“Yang Hengyu! You!” Lin Yanyu was furious. Thinking back to how she had just scolded someone for calling Yang Hengyu “trash” on their way here, she couldn’t hold back any longer and rushed forward.

“Wait a minute!” Qin Changxin grabbed her arm and looked toward the silent Ye Yaozhi. “Take her outside and let her calm down first. I have something to ask him.”

Lin Yanyu glanced at Yang Hengyu, then at Ye Yaozhi who looked on the verge of tears gritted her teeth, glared fiercely at Yang Hengyu, and led Ye Yaozhi out of the interrogation room.

“I want to ask you something about the Qin family’s affairs,” Qin Changxin said to the two exorcists standing nearby. “Would you please leave us alone for a moment?”

When everyone else had left the room, she activated a soundproof barrier and walked up to Yang Hengyu.

“Those words just now weren’t truly yours,” she said quietly. “People say that when a person is about to die, their words are kind. Why didn’t you tell her the truth?”

“So you already know I’m going to die.” Yang Hengyu’s tone softened; gone was the aggressiveness from before. With a bitter smile, she said, “How could a dead man bring happiness to the living? What, does the head of the Qin family want me to live on?”

“You killed your father and slaughtered so many exorcists. There’s no way back for you,” Qin Changxin replied evenly. “But did you know just a few days ago, she nearly took her own life for you?”

“No matter what she does, I wouldn’t be surprised.” Yang Hengyu smiled faintly, her eyes softening. “She’s a foolishly devoted girl show her a little trust, and she’d go through fire and water for you. It’s fine for her to be the young master’s bodyguard, but being the partner of someone like me… that would only bring her pain.”

“You didn’t have to turn out like this, sister,” Qin Changxin sighed.

“To tell you the truth, once I learned what Qin Jianren did to your mother, and realized the kind of filth that ran in our family, I stopped thinking about my own future altogether,” Yang Hengyu said. “Such a filthy clan I simply couldn’t bear to stay. Even without the Blood Leopard’s inner spirit pearl, I would’ve still killed Qin Jianren and all the other disgusting men like him.”

She paused, looking toward the door. “But she’s different. She grew up in the demon lord’s court, by your side pure and untainted. If not for your mother’s selfishness staining her soul, she should have spent her life carefree with you, not entangled with someone like me.”

“You really mean to hurt her so deeply that she’ll hate you forever?” Qin Changxin asked again.

“The memory-sealing and memory erasing spells aren’t perfect. If she ever tries to remember, she could still recall everything,” Yang Hengyu said softly, lowering her gaze. “Only this way can she truly move on from losing her lover. To her, the death of a villain will feel like justice something to celebrate, and then forget. And even if she does remember our happy times, she’ll remind herself that human hearts change.”

“We brought her back because we wanted her to say a proper goodbye,” Qin Changxin said gravely. “She wanted to see you.”

“I sealed her memories and sent her away so that she wouldn’t have to,” Yang Hengyu sighed. “What’s the point of saying goodbye? To leave her with regret for the rest of her life? The demons live long if her beloved dies, that’s an unbearably long grief. You people really do like meddling.”

Before Qin Changxin could answer, Yang Hengyu added, “Still, being able to see her one last time is good enough. Seeing that she’s safe, still thinking of me that’s enough for me to die peacefully.”

Qin Changxin didn’t know what more to say. She shook her head slightly, withdrew the barrier, and went to find Lin Yanyu.

Ye Yaozhi was still leaning against the wall, silently crying.

“It’s okay, it’s fine,” Lin Yanyu tried to comfort her. “We wolves are better off alone anyway. Once that master-servant blood bond is broken, we’ll live happily ever after go wherever we please.”

Qin Changxin gestured for Lin Yanyu to let Ye Yaozhi be, then pulled her aside, raised another sound barrier, and told her everything Yang Hengyu had said.

Lin Yanyu was stunned. “I never would’ve guessed that’s what she was thinking!”

“She meant to hide it completely from Ye Yaozhi,” Qin Changxin said. “Better one sharp pain than endless suffering. The execution is only a few days away anyway.”

But when they next faced Ye Yaozhi, neither of them could bring themselves to speak ill of Yang Hengyu.

Who could have thought that from a pond full of foul mud, a single lotus would bloom—one that would rather wither away than let a dragonfly linger on its petals?

During the days leading up to the execution, Ye Yaozhi became very quiet. After returning to the Qin estate, she locked herself in her room in Hengyu Tower, claiming to be cultivating whenever Lin Yanyu asked.

Qin Changxin, having officially taken over the Qin family from Lu Xuyuan, was busier than ever. Lin Yanyu having once been a civil servant was skilled at handling affairs and spent her days helping, barely having time to check on Ye Yaozhi. Still, she placed a life-monitoring spell in Ye Yaozhi’s room, just in case she attempted suicide again.

In the empty room, Ye Yaozhi sat by the window, staring blankly toward the distant Feng estate.

“‘Three tiers high stands Hengyu Tower, each layer heavy with sorrow. Once there was a carefree guest, who burned incense by the window.’” She murmured, reading from a collection of Yang Hengyu’s poems. “‘The incense has no intent, but those who smell it harbor desire. Once parted, resentment lingers, sleeves swept in a cool wind.’”

Every corner of this tower carried traces of its mistress, yet nowhere could she be found.

Those cruel words Yang Hengyu had spoken in the dungeon had hurt deeply at the time, but after she calmed down, Ye Yaozhi began to sense something was off.

All her life, she had met all kinds of people and demons. Those who truly hated her would never have spoken such words with such sorrowful eyes.

And besides, they still shared a blood contract if Yang Hengyu had truly despised her, even powerless, she could’ve tortured Ye Yaozhi through it. So why hadn’t she?

Earlier, it was Yang Hengyu who had sent her back to Lin Yanyu, erased part of her memories to give her a second chance; it was Yang Hengyu who removed the parasite from her brain, freeing her from its control. Even the cruel lashings had been meant to draw out the lingering poison faster so she could recover sooner.

Ye Yaozhi could understand the meaning behind every one of her actions but this was someone who seemed born unable to express love normally, hiding every kindness beneath layers of harshness.

She wanted to see Yang Hengyu again, but she was afraid afraid of more cruel words, and afraid that if Yang Hengyu confessed her feelings, she might really die with her, undoing all that Yang Hengyu wanted for her to live.

But on the night before the execution, Ye Yaozhi finally understood.

Even if Yang Hengyu’s sins were unforgivable, she had given Ye Yaozhi all the gentleness she had.

She had to respond to that love, however doomed.

As the night deepened, a gray wolf slipped out of the Qin estate, concealed itself, and ran through the darkness.

This was her last chance. Even if she were scolded, beaten or killed she had to ask the truth.

At the Feng estate gates, Ye Yaozhi returned to human form and explained her purpose to the guards.

Since she had visited before with Qin Changxin and Lin Yanyu, they didn’t question her much and escorted her to the dungeon.

Ye Yaozhi didn’t ask them to bring Yang Hengyu out. Instead, she signed a written agreement with them:

“If I die here tonight, show this to the Qin family head and the demon realm’s young master.”

Leaving the note, she walked alone into the depths of the prison.

It was late. Following the guards’ directions, she reached the cell where Yang Hengyu was held.

As she approached, she heard a rough voice bark, “You ungrateful wolf, you dare come back? Get out! Get out!”

Ye Yaozhi said nothing. She turned into her wolf pup form and slipped through the bars, following the familiar scent, leaping straight into Yang Hengyu’s arms.

Yang Hengyu hadn’t expected her to come back. Instinctively, she grabbed the pup by the scruff of its neck, wanting to throw it hard hard enough to break its leg, so it could never come running to her again.

But when the thought rose, her hands trembled, and she couldn’t bring herself to do it. In the end, she let go.

“Get out,” she said weakly.

The little wolf rolled back into her arms, shifted into human form, and hugged her tightly.

“You can’t fool me, Master,” Ye Yaozhi whispered.

“How did those idiots Qin Changxin and Xuanlin let you sneak out?!” Yang Hengyu scolded in a low voice. “Go back right now, don’t do anything stupid!”

She felt her shoulder growing wet Ye Yaozhi was crying.

“My crimes can only be repaid with death. Feng Clan must execute me publicly to give justice to the dead,” Yang Hengyu continued. “If you kill me now out of pity, you’ll only bring trouble to the Qin family.”

“I didn’t come to die with you,” Ye Yaozhi said, shaking her head. “I just… I just want to understand. Please, tell me!”

“…What is there you don’t understand at this point?” Yang Hengyu sighed, her hand absently stroking Ye Yaozhi’s warm tail. “Would knowing the truth really make you feel better?”

“I can wait for your next life,” Ye Yaozhi said firmly, looking up at her. “I’ll train hard, no matter how long it takes ten years, a hundred years I’ll wait for you to return!”

Yang Hengyu’s hand froze mid-motion. She opened her mouth but couldn’t bring herself to say that the fire execution she was to face would burn her very soul there would be no afterlife, no reincarnation.

After a moment, she smiled instead. “Alright then. It’s a deal. Even if it takes hundreds of years, you’ll wait for me properly. And if I never return, you mustn’t die. Promise me that.”

Feeling the tail in her hands wag happily, Yang Hengyu’s smile softened. She pulled Ye Yaozhi close and kissed her gently.

At noon the next day, at the execution grounds in Bamboo Prefecture.

The fire sigil array had been fully prepared. Two exorcists dragged Yang Hengyu into its center, binding her there with chains and spell restraints.

Ye Yaozhi stood among the front row of spectators beside Lin Yanyu. Around her, exorcists shouted curses, but she forced her face to remain blank, though her heart was breaking apart.

When she found Yang Hengyu’s reincarnation, she vowed, she would stay by her side forever—never again let her fall into darkness.

They would live well. Together.

“The hour has come begin the execution!”

At the command, the fire array ignited. Flames roared skyward, engulfing Yang Hengyu completely. Her agonized screams tore through the square.

Instinctively, Lin Yanyu tried to cover Ye Yaozhi’s eyes, but Ye Yaozhi gently pushed her hand away.

“Yaozhi can look, my lady, don’t worry,” she said with a trembling smile. “Yang Hengyu is dead. Yaozhi is… very happy.”

She could feel the spiritual energy binding her body begin to fade away Yang Hengyu’s death had broken their blood contract.

Her master was gone. She was free.

When the flames finally died down, only ashes remained at the center of the chains.

As the crowd dispersed, Ye Yaozhi, with Qin Changxin’s permission, stepped onto the platform. Summoning a porcelain vial, she carefully gathered the ashes into it.

“I’ll live well,” she whispered through tears. “And wait… for you to come back.”

A single tear fell into the vial, soaking the ashes inside.