Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

The light inside the room had gone out, leaving no glow through the door crack. The hallway was pitch black and silent, with only the occasional snore from neighboring guests breaking the quiet.

She must be asleep, Luo Jinxiao sighed, catching a whiff of the alcohol on her clothes. She decided to return to her room and bathe.

Just as she turned, a loud crash came from inside the room, as if something heavy had fallen. She stopped abruptly and knocked on Qu Weiyin’s door.

“Junior Shishu? Junior Shishu!” she called out twice, but there was no response. Her heart pounded with worry. She slammed her palm against the door, her spiritual energy slicing through the latch. The wooden door creaked open.

She rushed into the room and saw Qu Weiyin lying on her side in the moonlight, one hand tucked under her ear, her brow furrowed as if caught in a nightmare. The fallen object was the Crescent Star Sword, its sword spirit sprawled on the floor, rubbing its backside.

Luo Jinxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. She closed the door and tiptoed to Qu Weiyin’s bedside, intending to cover her with a blanket.

Unexpectedly, the sword spirit sprang up from the floor and bit Luo Jinxiao’s hand, leaving a small set of teeth marks on her fair skin.

Luo Jinxiao hissed in pain and retracted her hand.

“Get out! You’re not welcome here!” the tiny sword spirit growled fiercely.

“Is Junior Shishu unwell? Why does she look so pale?” Luo Jinxiao knelt down, examining Qu Weiyin’s face and touching her smooth forehead.

She didn’t seem to be sick.

“If you truly care about her, stay away from her. Save her the trouble,” the sword spirit said, its voice filled with disdain.

Luo Jinxiao ignored the sword spirit. The sudden commotion had sobered her up completely.

She extended her hand, channeling silvery-white spiritual energy into Qu Weiyin’s body to investigate.

Her spiritual roots were strong, and her spiritual energy was abundant. However, amidst this spiritual energy, a dark energy swirled, constantly vying for dominance. Though Qu Weiyin was powerful, this demonic energy was growing day by day, and soon it would be able to rival her spiritual energy.

The demonic energy suddenly surged, and Qu Weiyin’s delicate brows furrowed deeply. She let out a pained whimper, her jade-like body curling into a ball, her hands clutched to her chest like a child seeking safety.

Seeing Qu Weiyin’s suffering, Luo Jinxiao’s heart ached. She reversed her palm, attempting to draw the demonic energy into her own body as she withdrew her spiritual energy.

“Hey, hey, hey! Are you crazy? That’s demonic energy!” the sword spirit cried out, trying to stop her. But before it could reach Luo Jinxiao, a soft moan escaped her lips. A sharp pain pierced her chest, and she nearly coughed up blood.

She sank from a crouch to her knees, both hands gripping the edge of the bed.

The demonic energy lived up to its name. Not only could she not absorb it for Qu Weiyin, but it had nearly damaged her internal organs.

“You’re both insane,” the sword spirit muttered, shaking its head.

After recovering, Luo Jinxiao asked, “How long has she been like this?”

“Since she killed that old Qu scoundrel. Almost every night, she either can’t sleep or falls into a coma upon sleeping, only returning to normal the next morning.”

“Alright, alright, you should leave. I still don’t like you. Go away!” the sword spirit tugged at Luo Jinxiao’s arm, trying to drag her towards the door.

Luo Jinxiao winced, but just as she took a few steps back, she heard Qu Weiyin suddenly turn over and murmur, “Luo Jinxiao…”

Hearing her name, Luo Jinxiao stopped in her tracks. She pushed the sword spirit aside and returned to the bedside.

Qu Weiyin’s pale hand reached out in the air, searching. Luo Jinxiao offered her hand, which Qu Weiyin grasped tightly, finally calming her restless sleep.

“Don’t die,” she suddenly murmured, her voice filled with sorrow. Her eyelashes trembled, her teeth biting down on her lower lip, her hair a mess on her forehead, yet still breathtakingly beautiful.

“I’m not dead. I’m here,” Luo Jinxiao said, her heart aching for Qu Weiyin, unsure of what to do.

Was she dreaming of the past? To think that the mighty Demon Lord could be so frightened…

Hearing Luo Jinxiao’s voice in her dream, Qu Weiyin quieted down, curling into a ball once more. Her slender waist and jade-like shoulders, outlined by her red robes, appeared delicate and beautiful.

Now completely defenseless, she tightly clutched Luo Jinxiao’s sleeve as she lay on the bed.

Qu Weiyin seemed to be half-awake, her eyes slightly open, but her vision was blurry, unable to focus. Demonic energy slithered around her like black worms.

Luo Jinxiao’s heart pounded with worry.

Luo Jinxiao watched anxiously, wanting to get Qu Weiyin a cup of Yunwu tea. But as she stood up, arms wrapped around her waist from behind. Qu Weiyin’s grip was strong, pulling Luo Jinxiao back onto the bed.

The sword spirit screamed, covering its eyes with its tiny hands.

“Junior Shishu!” Luo Jinxiao gasped as she was suddenly embraced by Qu Weiyin’s burning arms. Her face flushed red down to her neck.

Qu Weiyin’s body was undeniably beautiful, soft and alluring, with curves that could captivate anyone. Held so tightly, Luo Jinxiao felt powerless to resist.

For Qu Weiyin, it was like hugging a jade pillow, devoid of any desire. But for Luo Jinxiao, it was different. She froze, not daring to move.

The alcohol she had drunk earlier finally caught up to her. Her head felt heavy, filled with thoughts of Qu Weiyin and the lingering effects of the wine, a dizzying mix of beauty and intoxication.

“Stay with me,” Qu Weiyin murmured.

Her voice was husky and alluring, like a potent drug.

Qu Weiyin suddenly pushed Luo Jinxiao down onto the bed, leaning over her and struggling to open her eyes, as if trying to see Luo Jinxiao’s face clearly. Finally, she gave up and poked Luo Jinxiao’s lips with her smooth fingertips.

The sword spirit, peeking through its fingers at this scene, muttered “Outrageous!” while scurrying about with its face covered. It finally dove into the Crescent Star Sword, refusing to come out.

Luo Jinxiao’s body tensed, her lips pressed tightly together, afraid to speak.

She suddenly felt hot all over, unsure if it was from seeing Qu Weiyin like this or the warmth of the room.

Qu Weiyin pressed down on Luo Jinxiao, whispering in a tiny, barely audible voice: “Scared.”

Just as Luo Jinxiao thought she might do something more, Qu Weiyin’s body suddenly went limp. She buried her head in the crook of Luo Jinxiao’s neck, her soft breath and warm exhalations tickling Luo Jinxiao’s skin.

Luo Jinxiao finally relaxed, reaching up to touch Qu Weiyin’s forehead, which was damp with sweat.

Qu Weiyin had at last escaped her nightmare. The demonic energy no longer surrounded her, and she fell into a deep sleep. However, her hand still tightly gripped Luo Jinxiao’s sleeve, refusing to let go.

Afraid to wake her, Luo Jinxiao didn’t dare to pull away. She lay there, trying to calm her racing heart.

Qu Weiyin’s sleeping body was surprisingly soft. Her silky hair tickled Luo Jinxiao’s skin as a gentle breeze drifted through the room.

Luo Jinxiao still didn’t dare move. With just a slight turn of her head, she could see Qu Weiyin’s lips, red as fresh fruit, her breath fragrant, her beauty captivating.

She sighed softly, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The moonlight outside had faded, and without realizing it, she drifted off to sleep.

Early the next morning, the dawn light tinged with rosy hues illuminated the small room. Dust motes danced in the beams of light.

Qu Weiyin opened her eyes, her gaze initially clouded before regaining clarity.

Something felt amiss. She propped herself up and saw Luo Jinxiao’s sleeping face. She nearly cried out, quickly transforming into a wisp of light and landing on the floor, stumbling back until her back hit the door.

She stared at Luo Jinxiao in astonishment, speechless.

Luo Jinxiao, being a light sleeper, was awakened by the commotion. She sprang up, ready to explain, but Qu Weiyin raised her hand, erecting a barrier between them.

“Why are you here?” Qu Weiyin’s phoenix eyes were wide, her hands tightly clenched behind her back.

“I… I was just worried about you last night, Junior Shishu, so I came in. I… I definitely didn’t have any improper thoughts,” Luo Jinxiao stammered, raising her hands in defense.

“Then why are you… in my bed?” Qu Weiyin’s expression was flustered. She glanced at the messy bed, trying to calm herself and push away any unwanted thoughts.

“You wouldn’t let me leave last night, Junior Shishu. I didn’t insist on staying,” Luo Jinxiao explained with a bitter smile, finding it unusually difficult to speak.

Qu Weiyin’s face paled. “Nonsense! How could I… how could I be so improper!”

Seeing that her explanation wasn’t working, Luo Jinxiao threw her hands up in exasperation. “Junior Shishu, please try to remember what you dreamt about last night. You must have had a nightmare and mistook your dream for reality.”

Qu Weiyin’s bright phoenix eyes lowered, her expression suddenly becoming unnatural.

Luo Jinxiao tilted her head to observe Qu Weiyin’s expression, suddenly smiling, her thin lips curving like a crescent moon. “You kept calling my name last night, Junior Shishu. Perhaps you dreamt about…”

Before she could finish, Qu Weiyin covered her mouth, hissing, “Shut up! If you say another word, I’ll return to the Wuhui Sect right now, and you can go find the Sect Leader’s entrusted task yourself!”

Luo Jinxiao obediently closed her mouth, though her lips still held a smile as she gazed intently at Qu Weiyin’s dewy eyes, still drowsy from sleep.

Qu Weiyin felt goosebumps prickle her skin under Luo Jinxiao’s intense gaze. She quickly withdrew her hand and reached for the Crescent Star Sword.

“Enough. Where are we headed next? Has the Sect Leader sent any new messages?” Qu Weiyin asked, her voice regaining its usual calm indifference, avoiding Luo Jinxiao’s eyes.

After the events of the previous night, Luo Jinxiao had said what needed to be said and thought what needed to be thought. She wisely decided not to press the matter further, knowing that there was plenty of time.

She obediently took out the handkerchief. The sun-like pattern had changed into a different shape.

Qu Weiyin glanced at the pattern indifferently for a moment before saying, “Chang Mu?”

Chang Mu was a vast, desolate land of perpetual snow and ice in the northwest. It was uninhabited, rarely visited by humans or animals, and often used as a place of exile and imprisonment for evildoers and demons.

It was also a popular training ground for disciples of various sects. Despite its harsh conditions, it was teeming with demons, making it easy to obtain spirit pills and stones to aid in cultivation.

However, she wondered why the Sect Leader had sent them to Chang Mu and what their next task would be.

Perhaps, if they were lucky, they might encounter the tree demon. The relationship between the tree demon and Xiu’er was fraught with hardship, and Luo Jinxiao saw a reflection of herself in their story, feeling compelled to help them.

“Since it’s the Sect Leader’s will, let’s go,” Qu Weiyin said. She raised her hand, and her disheveled hair was gathered by a golden light, quickly forming a neat bun at the back of her head, with a few strands cascading down like shimmering silk.

“Are you really coming with me, Junior Shishu?” Luo Jinxiao asked, leaning closer to Qu Weiyin with a grin. Qu Weiyin turned her head away.

“You think just because your cultivation has improved, you can handle everything? When things go wrong, I’ll still have to save you. It’s not worth it,” Qu Weiyin said, her tone still slightly sharp, perhaps still flustered by the events of the previous night.

She glanced at Luo Jinxiao, her red robes swirling around her as she strode out the door.

Luo Jinxiao, knowing her temperament, couldn’t help but smile despite being scolded. She touched her face, her almond-shaped eyes crinkling at the corners as her lips curved into a gentle smile.

She skipped forward to catch up with Qu Weiyin. “So you’re still going to protect me, right, Junior Shishu?”

“Get lost,” came the reply.