Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

Luo Jinxiao’s heart ached with a bittersweet longing at Qu Weiyin’s words. She wrapped her arms around Qu Weiyin, gently patting her dark hair.

The overwhelming joy of having her back brought tears to her eyes.

“It’s really me,” Luo Jinxiao said hoarsely. “I was afraid we’d never recognize each other again. If that happened, I don’t know what I would have done.” Qu Weiyin’s sweet scent enveloped her like a floral embrace, tempting her to pull her closer.

Qu Weiyin leaned against her for a long time before gently lifting her head. Her moist, plump lips brushed against Luo Jinxiao’s chin, stopping at the corner of her mouth.

“Even if the six realms were destroyed, I’d never forget my Jinxiao,” she whispered, her breath like orchids, making Luo Jinxiao dizzy with desire.

“I’ve waited for you for so long,” Qu Weiyin continued, her voice tinged with vulnerability. In front of her beloved, all traces of her demonic authority vanished.

Qu Weiyin traced the contours of Luo Jinxiao’s face, memorizing every detail. Satisfied, she knelt, gazing up at Luo Jinxiao’s face with tender affection.

“You seem to have changed, yet you haven’t changed at all,” she murmured, her phoenix eyes shimmering like autumn waters, filled with tenderness. Her red lips curved into a crescent moon as she leaned down and kissed Luo Jinxiao’s eyelids.

Luo Jinxiao’s cheeks burned as that earlier restlessness surged within her again. She couldn’t help but tightly embrace Qu Weiyin’s waist, pulling her close until their bodies pressed together. Qu Weiyin let out a soft gasp of surprise.

The surprise quickly faded as Qu Weiyin tucked Luo Jinxiao’s stray hairs behind her ear with slender fingers, playfully scolding, “You were so rough earlier, you hurt me. Aren’t you going to apologize?”

“How come your temper has grown after just three years?” Qu Weiyin teased, lightly tapping Luo Jinxiao’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” Luo Jinxiao mumbled.

Before Qu Weiyin could reply, Luo Jinxiao stepped forward, pressing her against the wall. Her long eyelashes fluttered nervously, betraying her uncertainty.

Qu Weiyin chuckled at her flustered gaze, leaning against the wall with a soft sigh.

She couldn’t get enough of Luo Jinxiao. Her bright, black eyes, even deprived of sunlight, seemed to radiate light, illuminating her heart and transforming the desolate room into a vibrant garden.

Though her smile was no longer as innocent and carefree, in Qu Weiyin’s eyes, she was still breathtakingly beautiful, her coldness tinged with radiance.

She was her light, a stubborn ray of sunshine that pierced through the darkness and mud, rescuing her from the abyss.

The word “salvation” seemed unbelievable, yet its existence made her willingly surrender.

Luo Jinxiao’s scorching lips descended upon hers, sending a jolt of electricity through Qu Weiyin. If not for the wall behind her, she would have collapsed.

Luo Jinxiao’s divine power, usually as cold as ice, now burned like fire, engulfing Qu Weiyin, threatening to consume her.

Qu Weiyin returned the passionate embrace with equal fervor. Her red dress spread across the bed, one corner trailing to the floor. Her long sleeves wrapped around her graceful arms as she clung tightly to Luo Jinxiao’s shoulders, like a drowning person grasping for a lifeline.

Luo Jinxiao’s kisses were sweet and all-consuming. With an instinctive skill, she seemed intent on devouring Qu Weiyin’s every last breath.

Qu Weiyin could barely withstand the intensity, her pale fingers clutching Luo Jinxiao’s robes.

Luo Jinxiao’s breathing was equally labored. Eyes closed, her hand slowly caressed Qu Weiyin’s shoulder, accidentally brushing against the exposed carved characters. Qu Weiyin couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Only then did they part. Qu Weiyin’s eyes still held a lingering daze as she caught her breath, her lips reddened and slightly swollen from the kisses.

She couldn’t help but laugh through her tears, as beautiful as a rain-kissed flower.

Luo Jinxiao gently wiped away the tears on Qu Weiyin’s face with careful tenderness.

“What is this?” Luo Jinxiao suddenly asked, her fingertip resting on Qu Weiyin’s chest, her gaze fixed on the partially revealed character “Luo.”

Qu Weiyin bit her lip, avoiding Luo Jinxiao’s gaze as she blushed and untied her outer robe, revealing the complete inscription.

Seeing her own name carved onto Qu Weiyin’s skin, Luo Jinxiao’s heart twisted with a sudden pang of pain, tears welling up in her eyes and spilling onto her hands.

“Silly, why are you crying?” Qu Weiyin murmured, cupping Luo Jinxiao’s face in her hands.

“Look at you, and you’re calling me silly?” Luo Jinxiao replied, her voice thick with emotion. After a moment of silence, she asked, “When did you do this?”

“At the Wuhui Sect. A long time ago. It was a long time ago. I was afraid I might forget everything one day. I thought this might help me avoid hurting you,” Qu Weiyin said calmly, as if it were nothing.

Luo Jinxiao turned away, unable to contain her quiet sobs.

“After all these years, you’re still so childish,” Qu Weiyin sighed, gently stroking Luo Jinxiao’s hair. Her hand then moved to her shoulder, and with a subtle gesture, her robes were restored.

“It doesn’t hurt. Come now, no more crying. We should be happy,” Qu Weiyin soothed, her voice as gentle as if soothing a child.

Luo Jinxiao nodded slowly, her nose reddened from crying. Qu Weiyin’s kindness overwhelmed her; she didn’t know how to adequately express her love.

“Tell me honestly, why didn’t you come looking for me? Did you perhaps find someone else?” Qu Weiyin sat up, her feet dangling off the edge of the bed.

“It’s all Luo Ning’s fault. She said you had long forgotten me and were on a rampage,” Luo Jinxiao grumbled.

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something. Glancing at the unconscious Qing Yi lying nearby, she frowned in disgust. With a wave of her hand, Qing Yi levitated and was flung out the window, landing with a thud.

Satisfied, Luo Jinxiao turned back to Qu Weiyin.

“Luo Ning?” Qu Weiyin raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Luo Jinxiao nodded and proceeded to recount everything that had happened since she fell into the water, from the destruction of the Celestial Realm to her reincarnation, leaving Qu Weiyin wide-eyed with astonishment.

It took half an hour for Luo Jinxiao to tell the entire story.

By the end, her throat was parched. She grabbed a teacup from the table and gulped down its contents, only to spit it out immediately.

Ugh, it was wine.

Qu Weiyin gently patted her back, taking a while to process the revelation that Luo Jinxiao was a god.

“So you’ve lived for… thousands of years?” Qu Weiyin asked, her soft voice laced with shock and disbelief.

“More than that. Tens of thousands, probably. From the creation of the universe to the formation of the human realm. But I was dead for a long time too, so those memories feel quite distant,” Luo Jinxiao said, scratching her head as she stared at the teacup.

Qu Weiyin looked out the window, where a sandstorm had kicked up, obscuring the view.

“Then I forgive you for not coming to find me,” Qu Weiyin said. “At first, I even thought that if you had truly moved on so easily, I would tie you up and keep you by my side, never letting you go.”

“Really?” Luo Jinxiao’s eyes lit up. She leaned closer, asking playfully, “What would you tie me up for? It’s not too late now, is it?”

Qu Weiyin rolled her eyes and pushed her away, scolding with a smile, “Behave yourself.”

Then, her tone softened. “But those were just thoughts. Being with me only brings hardship. If you had truly changed your heart, I couldn’t have forced you. I only want you to be happy.”

Luo Jinxiao’s smile faded, her eyes moistening again. She wrapped her arms around Qu Weiyin’s waist, resting her forehead against her hair. “Ordinary people might change their hearts, but I am a God. Gods don’t change their hearts. My heart belongs to Qu Weiyin.”

Qu Weiyin closed her eyes, clutching Luo Jinxiao’s robes tightly. “Mine too,” she murmured.

They held each other in silence, wishing this moment could last forever.

After a long silence, Qu Weiyin opened her eyes and spoke, “When I became a demon, I heard you calling my name. When I regained consciousness, everything had changed. My surroundings were both familiar and strange. I was back in this hell that trapped me. The human world is beautiful, but it has no place for me.”

“I wanted to escape, but I had killed so many people. A demon with blood on her hands is hated by the mortal realm.”

“More importantly, Yu Gui believed that I had truly turned into a demon. It was then that I realized the extent of his madness,” Qu Weiyin paused.

“He distributed half of the Netherworld Diagram to numerous individuals in the Demon Realm, allowing them to cultivate. As a result, the Six Realms suffered greatly in a short period, and the Demon Realm rose to power, throwing the Four Seas and Eight Wilderness into chaos.”

Luo Jinxiao sat up abruptly, shocked.

“He wants the Demon Realm to reign supreme over everyone?”

“In a way, yes. By the time I discovered his plan, it was too late. I had to stay here, pretend to be the Demon Lord, gain his trust, and use him to retrieve the scattered pieces of the Netherworld Diagram and stop his ambition.”

Luo Jinxiao felt a chill run down her spine. She couldn’t help but embrace Qu Weiyin, gently comforting her. It was easy to imagine the immense pressure Qu Weiyin had been under. With most of the demon realm still under Yu Gui’s control, it was no wonder Qu Weiyin had been plagued by nightmares these past three years.

“I’m sorry. I should have come back sooner,” Luo Jinxiao said.

“It’s alright. Now that you’re here, I’m not afraid of anything,” Qu Weiyin smiled, the mark on her forehead glowing red.

Gazing at it, Luo Jinxiao couldn’t resist leaning in for another kiss.

Qu Weiyin jolted, giving Luo Jinxiao a solid smack. “Luo Jinxiao! Don’t touch that!”

Luo Jinxiao finally laughed genuinely, a deep smile gracing her lips.

Suddenly, footsteps approached from outside. As someone knocked on the chamber door, Qu Weiyin’s expression turned cold. “Enter,” she commanded.

Luo Jinxiao instantly changed her appearance.

The door opened, and several armored guards rushed in, lining up. They froze, gaping at Qu Weiyin and Luo Jinxiao on the bed. Glancing back at their fellow guards stuck at the doorway, they exchanged bewildered looks.

“Demon Lord, we saw… we thought something might have happened to you, so we came to check. This…”

Luo Jinxiao dramatically flung open her robes, propping her long, slender leg on the bed. She tossed her raven hair over her shoulder, striking a stiff yet alluring pose as she collapsed into Qu Weiyin’s arms.

Qu Weiyin’s face twitched, struggling to maintain her composure.

“What? Never seen a couple enjoying their privacy?” Luo Jinxiao raised an eyebrow.

The guards hastily covered their eyes and stumbled out the door, bumping into each other.

“Demon Lord, please forgive us for interrupting your… activities. Please continue, we’ll be going now!”