Little Wei purchased some spices and, after a moment of hesitation, bought a few sets of clothes for Mu Miao at the tailor's shop. Mu Miao's attire was plain and simple, with hardly any hair ornaments to speak of.
Fortunately, the journey back to the valley under the moonlight went smoothly. One downside of ancient times was the rigid hierarchy and lack of safety. But the biggest drawback?
No mobile gaming.
"I want to play video games. What do I do?" Little Wei grumbled to Si during the uneventful trip back. At least she had someone to chat with.
"True, ancient times aren’t the most convenient," Si consoled her. "But urban-themed novels are always more popular than historical ones. We won’t be coming to this era much in the future anyway."
Little Wei reluctantly accepted this answer.
"The male and female leads here are such a headache. But tomorrow, the prime minister’s entire family will be executed, right?" Little Wei mused, rubbing her chin.
According to the novel’s plot, the female lead wouldn’t even get to see her family one last time.
Little Wei could understand why.
It was probably to spare the female lead from her father spitting in her face and cursing her as an "ungrateful child!"
Wait, no—"ungrateful daughter!" What a tragedy that would be.
"Correct," Si nodded.
And then the agonizing cycle of "I love you, I love you not" would begin—she flees, he pursues, she has no escape.
"We still need to find a way to get the message to Prince Qi's Mansion. But this female lead seems even more hopeless than Sister An Wan."
Wait, no—An Wan was a victim of the male lead’s protagonist halo. As for this female lead…
Si didn’t believe she was oblivious. It’s just that, compared to others, she seemed more concerned with how to pursue her happily-ever-after with Prince Qi.
Or rather, how to… that.
Little Wei’s head was spinning harder than a confused Muggle.
Thankfully, they soon arrived back at the little house by the valley’s stream. Before even stepping inside, Little Wei was stunned by the night scenery.
In the hazy darkness, countless fireflies flitted about, weaving a silvery mist of light that illuminated the path. Now she understood why the novel described Mu Miao’s residence as a "hidden paradise."
"This place is perfect for seclusion—and much warmer than outside."
Little Wei stepped inside, leaving the door ajar. Fireflies drifted in, and in their glow, she spotted a dark lump on her bed. She caught a few fireflies, stuffed them into a lantern shade, and placed it on the chair by the bed, finally revealing the figure lying there.
It was Mu Miao.
Her breathing was steady, deep in slumber.
"Why is she stealing my bed?" Little Wei couldn’t wrap her head around it.
Wasn’t this just inviting trouble? Girls should protect themselves better.
Si didn’t answer.
Gritting her teeth, Little Wei headed to Mu Miao’s room instead. Inside, she found a bamboo tube tipped over on the bed, the blankets completely soaked. Clearly, Mu Miao had accidentally spilled water while drinking.
Little Wei: "…"
Well then.
Was she supposed to sleep on the floor?
No way. Reluctantly, Little Wei returned to her own room. The sound of footsteps seemed to rouse Mu Miao, who lifted her head slightly toward the door.
"Disciple? You’re back?"
"Yeah." Little Wei nodded.
Caught red-handed in her disciple’s bed, Mu Miao’s cheeks flushed, but she explained, "This master accidentally knocked over a bamboo tube of water. The bedding was soaked, and I couldn’t change it myself, so I thought to rest here for a while. What time is it now?"
"It’s late, Master. You should sleep." Little Wei considered making do with the stone bench outside for the night.
"Where will you sleep? You’ll catch cold out there. We’re master and disciple—I can’t bear to see you fall ill. Besides, we’re both women. What’s the harm in sharing a bed?"
Mu Miao shifted slightly inward, patting the space beside her.
Little Wei frowned but edged closer. Bracing her hands on the rattan bed frame, she leaned in, studying Mu Miao’s ethereal face with narrowed eyes.
"Master, being this bold… Aren’t you afraid I might have improper thoughts?"
Her warm breath brushed Mu Miao’s flawless skin, sending a tingling sensation. Mu Miao could hear the seriousness in her disciple’s voice—the same disciple she’d raised since childhood.
Her breath hitched.
What did her disciple mean?
Fingers tightening on the blanket, Mu Miao’s expression flickered with unease as she pulled the covers up defensively.
"What… do you intend to do to this master?" Her voice was soft, almost fragile.
Little Wei suddenly yanked the blanket away, watching Mu Miao shrink into the corner. For some reason, it sparked a mischievous urge.
In her past life, Ning Moqing had been the one teasing her.
Since Mu Miao was so easy to bully… why not?
Grinning, Little Wei braced her hands and crawled closer, trapping the flustered Mu Miao against the wall. Mu Miao turned her face away, exposing her delicate collarbone.
Clad only in sleeping robes, she now wished she could bundle up in layers and flee this terrifying little room.
"Disciple, you’re a woman. Such… shameless words should never be spoken again." Cornered, Mu Miao’s voice carried a hint of anger, her cheeks burning.
"This is what you call shameless?" Little Wei chuckled lowly.
She hadn’t even done anything yet.
Mu Miao looked ready to faint.
Seems Si was right—her beautiful master really was delicate and sweet, probably as soft as sticky rice cake.
Time to pounce.
At Little Wei’s words, Mu Miao panicked further, clutching the blanket like a rabbit cornered by a wolf.
Little Wei closed the distance, boldly wrapping an arm around Mu Miao’s waist, their cheeks pressing together.
"Master, I can write the words 'shameless,' you know." She was having too much fun, forgetting her usual demeanor.
Just as she was getting carried away—
Suddenly, the world spun.
Little Wei: "?!"
In a flash, Mu Miao flipped her onto the bed and pinned her down.
Little Wei: "???"
Mu Miao pulled off her hair ribbon, swiftly binding Little Wei’s wrists together in a neat bow.
Little Wei: "…"
"Master, what’s this for?" She hadn’t seen it coming.
Everything happened faster than a typhoon.
Mu Miao smiled sweetly, her fingers brushing Little Wei’s cheek.
"But… Disciple, why is your face so soft?" She sounded genuinely puzzled.
"You’ve got the wrong idea." Little Wei realized she’d been fooled.
She thought this version of Ning Moqing was a sweet, innocent dumpling—but no, the filling was pitch-black. This was a trap from the start.
"Ah, this master failed you. Had I understood your thoughts sooner, you wouldn’t be like this now." Mu Miao sighed, reverting to her usual frail, pitiable demeanor.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
