My Beautiful Master is Delicate and Charming (2)

"The main mission this time is to break up Su Qingyun and Mo Yujun."

"Side mission: Help Master Mu Miao escape the allure of the female lead's halo and reclaim her stolen eyes."

Little Wei glanced at the main mission.

Well, looks like she’d be stuck in this world for several years.

Su Qingyun and Mo Yujun—those two were a match made in hell. Why even bother breaking them up?

One was a masochist, the other a downright abusive scumbag.

But the side mission…

"That so-called ‘divine doctor’ is already blind?" Little Wei felt utterly bewildered.

"Divine doctor? Call her Master," Si snapped.

Who would’ve thought the soul fragment in this world would be in such a miserable state? Unfortunately, her ability to interfere with the world’s plot was limited—otherwise, she wouldn’t be stuck playing a saintly role.

Still, since Mu Miao was her master, she absolutely had to demand Su Qingyun return her master’s eyes.

"What?"

Little Wei leaned over the table, propping herself up as she studied Mu Miao intently.

"Hah? You think I’m that kind of person? Ridiculous. Even if the mission difficulty spikes, I’d never stoop to—" Little Wei’s words cut off as she stepped outside and froze.

In the system space, Si flicked open a folding fan, lips curling into a smirk as she hid her mocking eyes behind it.

The bed beneath her was woven from vines, layered thick and soft—perfect for lounging.

Mu Miao instinctively lifted her head, and in an instant, their lips brushed—soft, fragrant. Little Wei’s cheeks flamed red, and she stumbled back in panic, tripping and landing hard on the ground.

Seeing that blindfold, Little Wei couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity.

Soul energy was the best thing for a newbie like Little Wei—it strengthened the soul’s cohesion, allowing her to quickly develop a face of her own.

Ning Moqing…

Luckily, the ground was cushioned by soft grass, so she wasn’t hurt. She even bounced back up and hopped on the bed a couple of times.

Still, she was genuinely happy to reunite with Ning Moqing.

Wait—no, her character was breaking. In this world, she was supposed to be an innocent, naive apprentice to the divine doctor Mu Miao.

"Charge!" Little Wei made up her mind instantly.

She reclined lazily on the rattan chair, dabbing her forehead with a handkerchief like a delicate, sickly beauty.

"Little disciple? What’s gotten into you today?"

Mu Miao coughed lightly, her cheeks tinged with a faint flush, a sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead.

The scenery was serene—a woman in a pale green dress, her eyes veiled by a white blindfold, her figure graceful as a crescent moon, her beauty ethereal and untouchable.

"Master, I didn’t mean to." Little Wei hadn’t expected things to escalate like this. It was completely beyond her predictions.

"If you keep talking like that, we won’t be able to communicate at all." Little Wei sighed, finding it hard to befriend Si.

Wait, if everything was spelled out like this, what would the readers even have left to enjoy?

She still liked Ning Moqing.

Unless Su Qingyun or Mo Yujun had some kind of system.

Why should those two get to live it up while Mu Miao suffered alone in the mountains? If not for her apprentice, she’d have no one to care for her—and in the end, Su Qingyun just said a measly "thank you."

For some reason, seeing how mischievous Little Wei had been in the last world, she wanted to learn a thing or two.

Trained in medicine, Mu Miao was gentle by nature—not as aloof as Ning Moqing, but her reclusive life gave her an otherworldly aura.

Si was delighted.

"It’s fine. She’s just a bit weak—some nourishing soup will fix her right up. No chronic illness, but your beautiful master is so delicate now, she’ll probably rely on you a lot from here on out."

"You got lucky this time, running into Ning Moqing’s past life. Next world, you might not find her again."

Damn Ning Moqing—always filling her head with indecent thoughts, corrupting her.

"Disciple, I know you didn’t mean it. But you’re not a man, so there’s no need to be so reserved. My health has been declining lately, so I’ll have to rely on you for meals for a while. I’m sorry I haven’t been taking good care of you."

Remember to call her "Master"—soft and sweet, with a little coquettishness. She likes that.

Hearing footsteps, the blindfolded beauty turned her head slightly. Though she couldn’t see, she knew only the two of them lived in this valley.

Little Wei scratched her head, hesitating.

If she moved, wouldn’t it sway too much?

Little Wei fell into deep thought.

"Master." She finally spoke up, stepping closer to Mu Miao.

And then…

Hearing Si’s words, Little Wei’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

"This world might actually require you to seduce a woman. The original owner adored her master—like, that kind of adoration. If you succeed, the mission rewards will skyrocket—especially in soul energy."

The only downside? The bed was suspended.

She wasn’t thinking anything.

"Well then."

Not that Little Wei was materialistic, but Mu Miao had suffered so much—wasn’t even a shred of compensation too much to ask? The female lead was downright brainless.

Plot twists should at least be teased out gradually.

Little Wei: "…"

And given Mu Miao’s current state, even if she batted her eyelashes, it’d be wasted on a blind woman.

Si snapped out of her thoughts.

Sister Moqing?

"So, are you going for it?"

No, no—they didn’t look alike.

Little Wei rubbed her aching forehead and took in her surroundings. Not too bad—a few wooden tables and chairs, pale blue curtains swaying gently in the breeze.

"Oh, by the way, there’s something you should know." Si suddenly spoke up.

Little Wei: "?"

"Si, that’s not fair. You can’t just spoil everything—what’s left for the readers to enjoy?" Little Wei scolded.

Even though they weren’t the same person, their auras were eerily similar.

Si asked,

"Little disciple, you’re awake?" The voice was gentle and warm.

"Correct. She is Ning Moqing."

Little Wei actually winked and even mimicked bunny ears, but Mu Miao, oblivious, tilted her head in confusion.

"She’s waiting for you to seduce her." Si remained expressionless, her tone icy.

Little Wei shook her head, still processing the revelation, when Si spoke again.

Screw this—seduction was off the table.

"Si, is Ning Moqing okay?" Seeing Mu Miao so frail, Little Wei couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache.

"So you’re saying… I can switch from defense to offense?"

At this moment, even without a phone or speakers, Little Wei wanted to sing Good Luck Comes.

The good days were finally here.

Gu Wei was rising up—oh yeah.

"That’s right. Just try to be gentle, my dear Little Wei~" Si’s eyes curved mischievously.

Fragile? Yes—but it was all an act.