It was as if the Mu Miao who had deftly tied her hands earlier was an entirely different person.
"Disciple, this master has wronged you. It's all my fault. I promise to guide you properly from now on. Please don't be angry with me." Mu Miao tucked the blanket over Little Wei, her voice filled with sorrow.
Little Wei didn’t feel like responding.
Mainly because Mu Miao had smothered her head under the covers.
But could what had just happened have been an illusion?
It must have been. After all, she had seen Mu Miao’s frail physique—how weak she was. Tying her hands was probably just Mu Miao’s way of preventing any trouble, stopping her from doing something she shouldn’t.
Why would Mu Miao pretend to be weak?
It wasn’t for fun. In the novel, Mu Miao’s personality had always been gentle and soft.
Little Wei spent several minutes rationalizing the strange incident before glancing down at the butterfly knot on her wrist. She tried to pull her hand free, then attempted to gnaw it loose with her teeth, only to tighten the knot further.
Well, Mu Miao was blind—no surprise the knot was a tangled mess.
Giving up, Little Wei yawned and burrowed deeper into the warm bedding, finally drifting off to sleep.
The next day,
Little Wei was jolted awake by the glaring sunlight streaming in. When she opened her eyes and saw the wooden ceiling above, it took her a moment to remember where she was.
Who was she? Where was she?
After being bound all night, her arms ached.
Mu Miao was already gone. Little Wei couldn’t help but hiss in annoyance—did this woman make a habit of slipping into her disciple’s bed?
Otherwise, how could she leave so effortlessly?
"You’re overthinking it. She probably just felt her way down. She’s not the beast you’re imagining," Si grumbled.
"So you’re saying I’m the beast?" Little Wei was heartbroken.
Was this really how the system saw her?
She was deeply disappointed.
"Waaah, I’m going to die. You’re bullying me!" Little Wei fake-sobbed into her sleeve.
Si: "..."
"Can we stop the theatrics? We have work to do. The chancellor’s family is scheduled for execution this afternoon," Si said, too tired to humor her antics.
This girl had been acting out ever since the last world.
"So soon? Will I even make it in time?" Little Wei bolted upright at the news.
"You’ll make it. Oh, and don’t forget to eat," Si checked the time. Little Wei had woken up early enough to have a meal before heading out.
"Right, I’ll cook for Master first." Little Wei looked down at her bound hands.
Oh no. She still hadn’t undone the knot.
She fumbled for scissors in the drawer, but trying to cut the knot herself proved too difficult. She’d have to ask her master for help.
"Is this it?" Mu Miao held the scissors in one hand while her other traced the ribbon she had tied the night before.
"Yes, Master. Cut it, or I won’t be able to cook," Little Wei puffed her cheeks and huffed.
"Alright." Mu Miao smiled softly, obedient as ever.
This reassured Little Wei—last night’s strangeness had definitely been an illusion.
Once the ribbon was cut, Little Wei hurried to prepare breakfast. Though the stove was tricky, she was getting used to it.
After a simple meal, she cleaned up once Mu Miao finished eating.
"Master, I need to leave the valley again today. Oh, and I bought you two new outfits—you can try them later."
Mu Miao immediately stood, looking anxious.
"Money shouldn’t be wasted on clothes. You should buy herbs instead. How could you spend it on garments?"
"Don’t worry about that, Master. I have my plans. I’ll be going now." Little Wei filled a bamboo tube with water in case Mu Miao got thirsty, then rushed out of the valley.
If Su Qingyun and Mo Yujun were fighting, she might have a chance to bring Su Qingyun back with her.
Breaking up couples could wait—Mu Miao’s eyes needed treatment first.
This world’s central pair was a disaster, and ordinary methods wouldn’t work on them.
By the time Little Wei reached the capital, she was panting from the run.
To her delight, the female lead wasn’t with the male lead this time. Of course—Mo Yujun was probably off watching the chancellor’s family’s execution, admiring his handiwork. He wouldn’t have time to dote on Su Qingyun now.
This was her chance to meet the female lead.
At the very least, she had to take Su Qingyun out and let her father spit in her face.
But entering Prince Qi's Mansion through the main gate was impossible—too many eyes. This world wasn’t like the last one. If she openly crossed the male lead,
he’d drag her out and behead her on the spot.
Little Wei circled around and soon reached the mansion’s back door. Before long, a maid stepped out and gave her a puzzled look.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Um, miss, I’d like to see the princess consort. Could you help me?" Little Wei pulled out some silver from her sleeve. The maid’s eyes lit up, though she still hesitated.
"Her Highness doesn’t usually meet outsiders."
Little Wei quickly explained her background.
"It’s like this—when the princess consort was in trouble before, my father saved her. His name is Zhang Huan. Now he’s gravely ill, on the verge of death. I beg the princess consort for some silver to save him."
She dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, pretending to cry.
"If I return empty-handed, my poor father will die… and then I—I won’t live either!" She made as if to slam her head into the wall.
The maid hastily pulled her back, sympathy in her eyes.
"Keep your silver. I’ve heard the princess consort mention Zhang Huan and his wife—they did save her. I work in her courtyard, and she’s kind-hearted. I’ll ask for you. Wait here."
The maid turned to leave, but Little Wei pressed the silver into her hand anyway.
"If Her Highness knows, her mercy could save my father’s life."
The maid nodded and hurried inside.
"I thought you were going to reveal your identity as a healer’s disciple," Si remarked, surprised.
"Of course not. If word got out, everyone would know. I just need to meet Su Qingyun—then I can tell her about the chancellor’s family."
As for Zhang Huan, borrowing his name wasn’t ideal, but the novel stated he had no descendants. Even if Mo Yujun investigated, he wouldn’t harm Zhang Huan.
Soon, the maid returned, sighing at the sight of Little Wei’s miserable expression.
"Alright, little sister. Her Highness has agreed to see you."
"Thank you, miss!" Little Wei’s sweet "miss" seemed to please the maid.
"Don’t mention it. Come with me." The maid waved her in and shut the back door.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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."
