"Who are you calling 'bao'?" Little Wei noticed that Si was increasingly fond of teasing her.
She had no idea when he’d picked up such a bad habit.
"I’m calling you 'Qing Cai Bao'."
Little Wei was left speechless. Whatever—Si just loved messing around like this. But since things had worked out, she figured she ought to prepare the meal earlier today.
Little Wei made fish soup with noodles and served a bowl to Mu Miao.
"Why noodles today?" Mu Miao asked after taking a bite, slightly surprised.
Noodles were usually eaten well past noon, yet today they were served unusually early.
"Because from now on, I’m going to treat you to better things, Master."
Mu Miao looked puzzled but didn’t voice her thoughts, simply continuing to eat in silence.
The noodles, cooked in fish broth, were tender and flavorful. Mu Miao finished them quickly and glanced up, as if waiting for more.
"Want seconds?" Little Wei blinked in surprise.
Was it just her imagination, or did her master have a bigger appetite than her?
"Is there any left?" Mu Miao’s ears turned slightly red with embarrassment.
Little Wei looked down at her own bowl—there was still some left—and scooped it into Mu Miao’s.
"Here, Master, you can have mine."
Guess I’ll have to make more next time.
Hearing the sound of noodles being transferred, Mu Miao realized Little Wei had given her portion away. Her ears burned even redder, but she said nothing, quietly continuing to eat.
By the time Little Wei finished cleaning up, the palace’s chief eunuch, Su Zhe, had arrived outside Zhongling Valley. The divine artifacts had already spoken of a miracle doctor, so Su Zhe didn’t dare let his entourage drive the carriage in. Instead, he led two junior eunuchs along the narrow path into the valley.
Zhongling Valley was incredibly hard to find. If not for Su Zhe’s persistent inquiries, no one would have known a miracle doctor resided here.
Step by step, he moved forward until the scenery suddenly opened up before him.
There, he saw a stunning woman in an emerald-green robe lounging on a rattan chair. By the stream sat a petite girl in a soft yellow dress, lifting her skirt slightly as she playfully dipped her feet into the water. The splashes landed on the grass, and she giggled with delight.
The scene was so idyllic that Su Zhe froze in awe.
This… weren’t these two more beautiful than the imperial concubines in the palace?
A flicker of worry crossed his mind. The emperor was in his prime—what if one of these women turned out to be the famed physician, and His Majesty took a liking to her? Wouldn’t that spell disaster for them?
But if he failed to bring the doctor back today, it would be his head on the line.
Su Zhe approached from the opposite bank of the stream and called out,
"Ladies, may I ask which of you is the miracle physician, Mu Miao?"
Here we go.
Little Wei’s lips curled into a smile. It seemed she was destined to latch onto this golden opportunity.
"My master is. Come over." Little Wei waved at Su Zhe before standing up, drying her feet, and slipping them back into her embroidered shoes.
Su Zhe crossed the wooden plank bridge over the stream. Life in seclusion might be peaceful, but it left one vulnerable. Once the protagonists’ story unfolded, Little Wei figured the emperor—with his boundless wealth—would surely reward them handsomely.
Then, they could even renovate the valley’s houses.
"Greetings, Physician Mu." Su Zhe hastily bowed to Mu Miao.
"No need for formalities. You are…?" Mu Miao’s expression turned puzzled, relying only on sound to gauge his presence.
"My master has been unwell lately. Hearing of your reputation, he sent me to invite you for a visit. The carriage is waiting outside the valley. Might you be willing to come?"
Su Zhe dared not reveal the emperor’s identity, choosing his words carefully.
"Your master… is from the capital? May I know his name? As you can see, my disciple and I are both women. I rarely leave the valley." A trace of concern flickered across Mu Miao’s face.
"Well…" Su Zhe hesitated, knowing her concerns were valid.
Two women, unless living in seclusion, would surely face harassment in the capital.
"Master, let’s go. I’ll come too. This man doesn’t seem like a bad person. Saving a life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda. If anything goes wrong, I’ll protect you." Little Wei’s cheerful voice rang in Mu Miao’s ears.
She sighed but eventually relented.
Though blind, Mu Miao could still diagnose by pulse. If she couldn’t see, she’d rely on Little Wei’s eyes.
"Very well, then. Let’s go." Mu Miao rose, and Little Wei quickly supported her.
"Lead the way." Little Wei flashed Su Zhe a smile.
Su Zhe hurried ahead, glancing back frequently to ensure their safety.
Once outside the valley, Little Wei saw the carriage. Though meant to be discreet, the ornate wooden carriage exuded luxury. Mu Miao climbed in with some difficulty, finally relaxing once seated.
"Seems like a wealthy household," Mu Miao remarked softly to Little Wei—only to accidentally brush her cheek against Little Wei’s soft face.
Suddenly, her heartbeat stuttered.
Like gentle raindrops rippling across a lake, sending waves of fluttering unease.
Mu Miao’s fingers clenched involuntarily as she quickly straightened up.
"Master, what’s wrong? Your face is red." Little Wei stared at her in confusion.
It was just a touch—why the reaction? If it were something more, wouldn’t she be overwhelmed?
Just as a hazy, ambiguous feeling rose in Little Wei’s chest, the carriage jolted violently. The rough mountain road nearly sent her crashing into the small table.
Mu Miao swayed too but remained steady after the initial jolt.
Little Wei felt nauseous but couldn’t pinpoint why. By the time they finally disembarked, her head was spinning.
"Is there somewhere I can throw up?" she mumbled, disoriented.
Su Zhe quickly had a palace maid bring a spittoon. Little Wei retched for a while before wiping her lips with a handkerchief. The maid then carried the spittoon away.
"Are you alright, miss? Ah, I never asked for your name." Su Zhe smiled once Little Wei seemed better.
"I’m Little Wei. The 'Wei' in 'appointing the virtuous'."
"No surname?" Su Zhe frowned.
Addressing her as just "Little Wei" felt overly familiar—hardly proper for a young lady.
"Just call me 'Miss Wei.' I grew up with my master and never had a surname." Little Wei sat on a golden nanmu chair as a maid served tea to her and Mu Miao before withdrawing.
"Then 'Miss Wei' it is. Aren’t you curious where we are?" Su Zhe studied her. From the moment they entered, the girl’s expression hadn’t changed—as if she’d known they were heading to the palace all along.
"This is the imperial palace. I know—the wealthiest place in the world. It’s beautiful. But who’s sick? One of the consorts?" Little Wei feigned innocence.
But inwardly, she was thrilled.
"Si, Si! I’m in the palace!"
Si: ヽ(ー_ー)ノ
"Is this really something worth celebrating with a village feast?" Si sounded exasperated.
"You wouldn’t get it. For a poor soul like me in ancient times, entering the palace—and not as a eunuch—is already a huge deal." Little Wei snorted.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
