Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

Qu Weiyin pulled her hand away from Luo Jinxiao’s grasp and asked in a low voice, “How did you find me here?”

“I asked around at the Wuhui Sect and learned you were here,” Luo Jinxiao replied with a smile. Seeing Qu Weiyin standing alive and well before her filled her with joy, and she couldn’t contain her happiness.

“Junior Shishu, let’s find a place to sit down, and I’ll tell you everything. I’ve missed you so much these past few years, I almost went mad,” Luo Jinxiao said, taking Qu Weiyin’s hand and leading her towards a teahouse.

Qu Weiyin was pulled along, glancing at Luo Jinxiao’s back and then down at her hand held in Luo Jinxiao’s. She couldn’t bring herself to refuse, so she averted her gaze, hiding the blush creeping up her cheeks.

The teahouse Luo Jinxiao chose was the same one the Wuhui Sect had previously occupied. It was now empty. Luo Jinxiao ordered a pot of good tea and settled Qu Weiyin into a seat, attentively filling her teacup.

Then, she gazed at Qu Weiyin with an unconcealed smile.

Uncomfortable under Luo Jinxiao’s unwavering gaze, Qu Weiyin reached out to cover her eyes, exclaiming, “Didn’t you say you wanted to tell me everything? Why are you staring at me?”

Luo Jinxiao tilted her head to avoid Qu Weiyin’s hand, but her gaze remained fixed. Her dark eyes were deep, and her long eyelashes cast shadows in their depths.

“I want to look at Junior Shishu a little longer,” Luo Jinxiao said softly.

Qu Weiyin’s phoenix eyes widened, and she quickly lowered her head to take a sip of the clear, green tea, nearly choking in the process.

Her heart had been pounding relentlessly since the moment she saw Luo Jinxiao.

After five years apart, she felt that many things about Luo Jinxiao had changed, including her gaze, which now held an inexplicable intensity.

Perhaps it’s just because she’s grown up, Qu Weiyin reassured herself.

Luo Jinxiao recounted her days at Southern Peak, even excitedly describing the small ice sculpture she had carved, emphasizing its lifelike details.

“I was afraid it would melt on the way down, so I didn’t bring it with me,” Luo Jinxiao said with a slight pout.

After listening, Qu Weiyin suddenly asked, “So, did the Sect Leader come down the mountain with you?”

“Yes, the Sect Leader’s health has been deteriorating. I was worried about her staying alone in that harsh environment, so I persuaded her to come down the mountain. She didn’t make a big fuss about it, though. She’s staying to the long-abandoned Tianluo Pavilion. No one has been there for a long time, so no one should discover her.”

“She also asked me to retrieve something for her,” Luo Jinxiao said, taking out the handkerchief and placing it in front of Qu Weiyin.

Qu Weiyin picked it up and examined it. It had several crudely drawn symbols, one of which resembled the sun, looking like a miniature map.

“Luyang Province,” Qu Weiyin said, frowning slightly.

Luo Jinxiao nodded and pointed at the map. “I only recognized that the terrain resembles Luyang Province, and since Junior Shishu is also here, I thought… But after arriving, I don’t know what to do next. When I asked the Sect Leader for more details, she refused to say anything. She was being very mysterious about it,” Luo Jinxiao said, shaking her head.

Qu Weiyin pondered silently for a moment before returning the handkerchief to Luo Jinxiao.

“She probably didn’t tell you the exact location because she’s afraid the item she wants will fall into the wrong hands,” Qu Weiyin said thoughtfully.

“Could it be that the Sect Leader doesn’t trust me?” Luo Jinxiao asked, resting her chin on her hand, looking resigned.

Qu Weiyin gave her a reproachful look and shook her head. “If the Sect Leader entrusted you with this task, she must trust you. Perhaps this item is too important, and too many people desire it, which is why she’s being so secretive.”

Luo Jinxiao hummed in response, staring intently at the handkerchief, lost in thought.

After a while, she put the handkerchief away and suddenly lowered her voice, leaning closer to Qu Weiyin. “Junior Shishu, has the demonic energy within you been spreading these days?”

Qu Weiyin flinched at her sudden proximity and leaned back instinctively, avoiding the question.

Noticing her flustered expression, Luo Jinxiao stared at her for a moment before deciding not to press further. She quickly changed the subject, talking about the Treasure Hunting Event. After a while, she excused herself, claiming to have something to attend to, and temporarily left.

After Luo Jinxiao’s figure disappeared, Qu Weiyin finally allowed the sadness in her eyes to surface. Her pale hand tightly gripped the teacup, the force of her grip causing cracks to appear in the porcelain.

She had simply been unwilling to speak, unwilling to worry Luo Jinxiao.

Lately, she could clearly feel the demonic energy within her growing increasingly difficult to control. Like fate itself, it pursued her relentlessly, refusing to let go.

Five years ago, when she killed Qu Chengzhou, the poison in her body erupted, allowing demonic energy to instantly invade. It quickly occupied her entire being, but her severe internal injuries and subsequent death had prevented complete corruption.

However, over the years, she seemed to have lost control over the spread of this demonic energy.

If she couldn’t find Luo Jinxiao soon, she feared…

Qu Weiyin bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, her eyes searching the window for Luo Jinxiao’s silhouette, a hint of panic in her gaze as if fearing she wouldn’t return.

The noise outside gradually returned as the Treasure Hunting Event came to an end. Crowds once again flooded Liuguang Street, filling the wide street to the brim.

The teahouse quickly became bustling with activity. The disciples of the Wuhui Sect returned, cautiously taking seats at a table near Qu Weiyin, stealing glances at her.

“Who was that person earlier, powerful enough to make Junior Master Qu cry like that?” a young girl asked.

“I heard from my brother that she might be a senior sister who disappeared a few years ago, named Luo Jinxiao,” Baili Xiao whispered in response.

Chang Siyu entered from outside, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists. Seeing that the seat beside Qu Weiyin was empty, he finally felt relieved and strode over to her, mustering the courage to sit opposite her for the first time.

Qu Weiyin glanced at him before looking away, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes.

“Junior Shishu Qu, has she left?” Chang Siyu asked cautiously.

Qu Weiyin didn’t answer.

“Uh, I came to discuss with you when we should return to the Wuhui Sect,” Chang Siyu said, seeing Qu Weiyin’s displeased expression and not daring to overstep his boundaries. He could only discuss sect matters with her.

“Anytime,” Qu Weiyin replied.

Just as Chang Siyu was about to continue, a sword radiating icy coldness slammed onto the table in front of him with a loud clang, cutting him off mid-sentence.

A woman dressed in black stood before them, her face expressionless, but her eyes were sharp enough to send chills down one’s spine.

She raised an eyebrow, looking at Chang Siyu and then at Qu Weiyin. Suddenly, she smiled and pulled out the sandalwood chair beside Qu Weiyin, gracefully taking a seat.

“Senior Brother Siyu, long time no see,” Luo Jinxiao said, her almond-shaped eyes curving into a smile as her slender fingers lightly tapped the ice-cold sword.

The smile on Chang Siyu’s face instantly faltered. His jaw muscles twitched for a moment before he managed to say, “Long time no see.”

“Junior Shishu Qu, how about we depart tomorrow then?” Chang Siyu turned to Qu Weiyin.

Seeing that Luo Jinxiao had returned, Qu Weiyin’s expression softened considerably. Just as she was about to answer, Luo Jinxiao blocked her view.

Luo Jinxiao, who had long disliked Chang Siyu, now feared him even less. She propped her elbow on the table, resting her forehead on her hand, and turned to look at Qu Weiyin, effectively shutting out Chang Siyu’s line of sight.

Qu Weiyin met Luo Jinxiao’s gaze, her lips curving into a slight smile. Stifling her amusement, she asked, “What are you doing?”

“Luo Jinxiao!” Chang Siyu’s anger flared, and he reached out to push Luo Jinxiao away. However, his arm suddenly stiffened. He looked up, but Qu Weiyin didn’t even spare him a glance.

He refused to believe it and tried again with more force, but his hand still couldn’t touch Luo Jinxiao.

He finally realized that Qu Weiyin was blocking him.

“Junior Shishu, I rushed here to see you. Can’t you stay with me for a few more days?” Luo Jinxiao said, expertly employing her skills of persuasion. She softened her tone and bit her lip, looking utterly aggrieved.

“Luo Jinxiao, we have important matters to attend to back at the sect. Don’t cause trouble!” Chang Siyu scolded angrily.

The commotion they were causing drew the attention of those around them. The disciples of the Wuhui Sect were too intimidated to gossip, seeing someone dare to challenge Qu Weiyin.

“Senior Brother Siyu.” Luo Jinxiao’s tone turned cold. Her hand moved slightly, and the sword on the table began to hum. The scabbard popped open, as if the blade might be at Chang Siyu’s throat in the next instant.

“I have important matters to discuss with Junior Shishu as well,” o Jinxiao said slowly, her smile gone and her eyes full of threat.

This time, Chang Siyu truly lost his temper. He jumped to his feet, his spiritual pressure exploding outwards towards Luo Jinxiao. Qu Weiyin’s expression changed drastically, and she was about to intervene, but Luo Jinxiao discreetly grabbed her arm and squeezed it reassuringly.

In the next moment, an even more powerful pressure emerged, completely restraining Chang Siyu without the use of any spiritual energy, rendering him immobile.

Chang Siyu glared at Luo Jinxiao in disbelief. In just five short years, she had become capable of completely suppressing him.

How could this be…?

He couldn’t dwell on it any longer, as Luo Jinxiao gave him no time to recover. Chang Siyu suddenly groaned and nearly collapsed onto the table.

His face flushed red with shame under the scrutiny of the surrounding eyes, but he couldn’t break free.

The disciples of the Wuhui Sect exchanged uneasy glances, none daring to intervene.

“Luo Jinxiao,” Qu Weiyin couldn’t bear to watch anymore and spoke up to stop her.

Seeing that Luo Jinxiao didn’t react, Qu Weiyin reached out and tugged on her sleeve, gently calling her name again, “Luo Jinxiao, stop it.”

There was no anger in Qu Weiyin’s voice, only a hint of reproach and helplessness, a stark contrast to her usual demeanor.

“Jinxiao!” Seeing that Luo Jinxiao still hadn’t reacted, Qu Weiyin finally frowned, her tone turning firm.

Luo Jinxiao snapped out of it and stopped. By then, Chang Siyu had already rolled his eyes back and collapsed under the table, unconscious.

“What’s wrong with you? You have no control!” Qu Weiyin stood up, her brow frowning in disapproval.

Luo Jinxiao scratched her head. She simply couldn’t stand the sight of Chang Siyu hovering around Qu Weiyin and had lost control for a moment. She glanced at Chang Siyu lying on the ground and gulped nervously. “Junior Shishu, I didn’t mean to…” she mumbled.

“How can you say you didn’t mean to?” Qu Weiyin’s phoenix eyes glared at her.

“Alright, I did it on purpose. Can’t you see he has ulterior motives towards you?” Luo Jinxiao’s eyes drooped, clearly upset.

“Even so, you didn’t have to…”

Before Qu Weiyin could finish, Luo Jinxiao interrupted her. She grabbed Qu Weiyin’s hand and pulled her towards the table where the Wuhui Sect disciples sat, pushing her into an empty chair.

With Qu Weiyin suddenly beside them, the disciples straightened up, their eyes fixed straight ahead, none daring to look around.

“I cannot tolerate anyone who harbors ill intentions towards Junior Shishu,” Luo Jinxiao declared in a low voice. She bent down and looked at Qu Weiyin, her eyes as deep and gentle as the sea.

“I’ll clean this up.” Without waiting for Qu Weiyin to respond, she turned and left, dragging Chang Siyu towards the door. No one dared to stop her.

Qu Weiyin remained stunned in her seat. She let out a long sigh, her teeth biting into her lower lip, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions.

The disciples beside her sat motionless for a moment. Finally, Ke Tao spoke up, “Junior Shishu Qu, your… your face is very red.”

Qu Weiyin glared at him and gritted her teeth. “Silence!”

The disciples flinched and quickly lowered their heads, none daring to utter another word.

Only then did Qu Weiyin raise her slender, pale fingers to gently touch her burning cheeks, her phoenix eyes half-closed.