Consort De traveled by carriage, while the female lead rode in a sedan chair. Little Wei sat outside the carriage, and as she boarded, Mu Miao handed her a package of pastries.
"I'll go pack my things. Eunuch Su said they'll send everything directly to our residence later," Mu Miao said, gently ruffling Little Wei's hair.
Our... home.
For some reason, Little Wei suddenly felt a surge of longing. She nodded, avoiding Mu Miao's gaze, too shy to look at her.
"Si, Si!" Little Wei frantically poked the system.
Si: ?
"What do you want?"
"I'm getting married. Could it be that some people don’t have a partner? Unlike me, who only knows how to pamper my sister," Little Wei teased Si while watching the person beside her drive the carriage.
Si hadn’t expected things to turn out this way. How could someone like Little Wei treat her own husband like a dog?
Si’s heart ached.
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Si had nothing else to say.
"What’s that supposed to mean? Are you looking down on me?" Little Wei thought this system was utterly useless.
Si: ...
"You won’t be acting smug in front of me for long."
Si dropped this cryptic remark, leaving Little Wei full of questions. Before she could ask, Si claimed she had a meeting to attend and promptly "banished" Little Wei to the cold palace.
Clearly throwing a tantrum. Well, whatever. In the next world, she’d just buy Si more strawberry-flavored lollipops.
Prince Qi's Mansion wasn’t far from the palace, and they arrived in no time. Prince Qi had already heard that his beloved Qingyun was leaving the palace and was waiting at the gate.
When Mo Yujun caught sight of Little Wei, his expression darkened.
After all, this was the woman who had personally taken the eyes of the one he loved.
He had never met someone so vicious.
"Oh, you’re still waiting here? Good, good. I even brought your old hen back—go pay your respects," Little Wei said, hopping off the carriage as if she didn’t notice Mo Yujun’s grim expression.
Old hen?
When Consort De stepped down, Mo Yujun froze. He’d only been told Qingyun was returning, not his mother.
Seeing his mother’s eyes covered, Mo Yujun’s gaze filled with guilt—before shifting to hatred as he glared at Little Wei.
Little Wei: ???
"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going."
Now she finally understood why the male and female leads were destined for each other.
They were never wrong.
With things like this, she had no choice but to bolt. If she ran too slow, she’d get beaten.
Little Wei wasn’t afraid of Mo Yujun, but the male lead wasn’t alone—he had people to back him up.
Still, before leaving, she couldn’t resist saying one last thing to Mo Yujun.
"May you have a son soon. Oh, and your mother-in-law is pregnant too. Hope you get double the good news."
The prime minister had already given up on Su Qingyun, and Mo Yujun’s hopes of a comeback were likely crushed in the cradle.
Little Wei slipped away so fast that Eunuch Su almost couldn’t keep up.
"Little Wei, why are you running like that?" Eunuch Su panted.
But now that the two had been delivered, it was no longer their concern.
"Didn’t you see? He wanted to hit me."
Little Wei refused to let her flawless skin suffer. If she ended up bruised, there’d be no strawberries for kisses—how depressing would that be?
"His Highness wouldn’t dare act out in front of servants," Su Zhe said, both exasperated and amused.
"I’m just being cautious."
After all, she had beaten the female lead. If her husband wanted revenge, running was her only option.
Hopefully, she’d get a good skill next time so she could take on both leads in the next world.
"Very well. This servant will escort you back to your residence first. The rewards should already be there, delivered by Physician Mu. If you take a liking to any young master, this servant can mention it to His Majesty. With an imperial decree, no one would dare mistreat you."
Eunuch Su spoke as he helped Little Wei into the carriage.
"No need. I’ve long been used to relying only on my master," Little Wei said, gazing at the bustling streets outside.
No matter what, the male lead’s chances of a comeback were now completely ruined.
And the main quest progress had shifted slightly.
Forty percent.
It seemed Consort De’s blindness had planted a seed of resentment in Mo Yujun’s heart toward Su Qingyun.
"I’m back. So, how did the male lead react?" Si’s gentle voice echoed in Little Wei’s mind.
"How enviable, sister, getting to attend meetings at work. Unlike me, stuck being a dog in a novel world."
Little Wei’s sweetly sarcastic tone left Si speechless.
"Are you on a roll today?"
"No, I just don’t want to break up couples anymore," Little Wei said, nearly in tears.
Even if her plan would eventually drive a wedge between the leads, it was exhausting. The system store didn’t sell kidneys—otherwise, she’d buy seven or eight spares.
"Fine. Next time, I’ll assign you a non-couple-breaking quest—revenge, rising from the ashes, whatever you want."
"But those require real skill. The difficulty will be higher than now. Are you sure?" Si asked.
"The rewards must be better too, right?" Little Wei propped her chin on her hand.
"Naturally."
"Then I’m in." Little Wei was sick of this couple-wrecking business.
Si agreed.
The harder the quest, the better it would be for Gu Xiaowei’s soul recovery.
"Little Wei, we’re here." Su Zhe’s voice rang out.
A faint smile curled Little Wei’s lips.
Her and her master’s new home—it was here.
Lifting the carriage curtain, she hopped down and gazed at the golden plaque, inscribed by the emperor’s own hand.
Mu Residence.
"Thank you, Eunuch Su," Little Wei said, turning to smile at Su Zhe.
Once Su Zhe and his entourage had left, she lightly stepped onto the stone stairs—only for a blinding white light to surge through her body. Her pupils trembled.
"Liu'er, this residence was built with spirit stones—the only one of its kind in the world. What do you think? The best birthday gift, no?"
Amid the white mist, Little Wei saw a woman in golden robes nodding with a smile, though her features were indistinct, only her silhouette visible.
Who was Liu'er?
Little Wei rubbed her aching temples, finding the memory fragment utterly baffling.
"Disciple, are you alright?" Mu Miao’s slender figure appeared before her.
In her dazed state, Little Wei thought this person’s silhouette looked just like the woman in gold.
"Liu'er," she blurted out without thinking.
"What did you call me?"
"What did you call her?"
Both her master and Si spoke at once, leaving Little Wei stunned.
"Master is one thing, but Si—you know her?" Little Wei had always found the system oddly invested in this world.
Way too into shipping people.
"Nothing, just asking," Si said, suddenly evasive.
But why had Little Wei recalled that name? That was from a past life. Normal people didn’t remember past lives.
Unless… Little Wei wasn’t normal?
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