Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

Luo Jinxiao had never experienced such an awkward situation in either of her lives – someone hiding in the bathwater and watching her bathe.

Hua Xianrui sat in the bucket, soaking wet, with glistening water droplets rolling down her slender neck. She was as delicate as a flower bud, and immersed in the water, she truly resembled a lotus blossoming from the water.

Of course, Luo Jinxiao couldn’t see any of this. She was too busy hugging herself, her face pale with shock.

Hua Xianrui giggled shyly, covering her face, and then attempted to get out of the bucket. Luo Jinxiao, seeing this, quickly backed away and shouted for her to stop.

At that moment, the door burst open, and a chilling aura filled the room. A flash of red light, and Qu Weiyin appeared in front of Luo Jinxiao, grabbing Hua Xianrui by the neck and lifting her like a small chick.

“Cough, cough, help… help me…” Hua Xianrui kicked her legs.

Qu Weiyin could barely contain her killing intent. Her knuckles were white, and blue veins bulged on her hands.

Seeing that she was serious, Luo Jinxiao rushed forward to intervene, but Qu Weiyin shoved her aside, nearly sending her flying out the window.

“You’re courting death,” Qu Weiyin growled. Hua Xianrui, terrified, screamed and transformed into a flurry of petals, escaping Qu Weiyin’s grasp and fluttering out the window, never to return.

Luo Jinxiao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Qu Weiyin hadn’t actually intended to kill her.

It would be quite troublesome if she had accidentally killed the Demon Queen while they were guests in her realm.

Qu Weiyin’s anger hadn’t fully subsided. She suddenly turned to face Luo Jinxiao, approaching her step by step.

“I was wearing clothes. She didn’t see anything,” Luo Jinxiao pleaded pitifully.

Qu Weiyin stopped in front of her and grabbed her disheveled collar, her voice low and dangerous. “How long was she in here?”

Luo Jinxiao pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and answered honestly, “Not… not long.”

“She didn’t see anything?”

“No!” Luo Jinxiao shook her head vigorously.

Suddenly, Qu Weiyin pulled her inside, and Luo Jinxiao stumbled, crashing against the wall beside the bed. The force of their movements shook the entire treehouse.

Still shaken, Luo Jinxiao patted her chest, thinking to herself that Qu Weiyin had indeed become a bit… volatile after succumbing to demonic cultivation.

“I don’t want anyone else to see you,” Qu Weiyin said suddenly, her eyes and the surrounding skin turning even redder, either from anger or the reflection of her eyes.

“If anyone sees your body, I’ll gouge out their eyes.”

“No, no, no one saw anything. Calm down, calm down,” Luo Jinxiao soothed, gently stroking her chest.

The redness in Qu Weiyin’s eyes subsided slightly, returning to a more normal shade. She tilted her head up and gazed at Luo Jinxiao for a moment, then leaned in and gently kissed her lips.

The soft touch, like freshly picked cotton, left Luo Jinxiao dazed. For a moment, she even forgot to breathe. When Qu Weiyin pulled away, Luo Jinxiao finally exhaled a long breath.

“I regret it. I don’t want you to find someone else,” Qu Weiyin shook her head, her expression somewhat sorrowful. Her watery eyes trembled as she studied Luo Jinxiao’s features.

“You’re mine. You were always mine. If I were who I am now, I would never have broken off our engagement.”

“I wouldn’t have crushed your spirit stones either. I would have taken you as my disciple, completely and utterly mine,” As Qu Weiyin spoke, she lowered her eyes, seeming deeply disappointed.

Qu Weiyin was never one to regret her actions, unless they involved Luo Jinxiao.

Luo Jinxiao set aside her playful thoughts and sighed affectionately. She gently lifted Qu Weiyin’s chin with four fingers, making her meet her gaze.

“It doesn’t matter. Whether you regret it or not, I won’t be with anyone else,” she said firmly, shaking her head.

Qu Weiyin’s demonic energy dissipated. She stepped closer, leaning her soft body against Luo Jinxiao’s arms, inhaling her sweet fragrance.

She had watched her appear, protected her as she grew up, and now, Luo Jinxiao had finally fallen completely into her arms.

There was no escape.

Who could resist such a vulnerable Qu Weiyin? Luo Jinxiao’s head spun. She tightly embraced Qu Weiyin’s slender shoulders, and they kissed each other deeply.

The sweetness of the kiss enveloped them. Luo Jinxiao boldly deepened the kiss, and Qu Weiyin responded with equal fervor. Outside, the sun shone brightly, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. Inside, the scent of their love lingered, refusing to dissipate.

When they reluctantly parted, Qu Weiyin’s eyes were misty with tears. She breathed softly, intertwining her fingers with Luo Jinxiao’s. Unexpectedly, Luo Jinxiao pulled Qu Weiyin’s hand behind her back, making her arch slightly.

“Hey,” Qu Weiyin murmured, her lips as red and inviting as ripe berries.

Luo Jinxiao’s breath quickened. Unable to suppress her smile, she leaned down and buried her face in Qu Weiyin’s neck, softly saying, “Junior Shishu.”

“Don’t call me that,” Qu Weiyin said, suddenly shy. Using such a formal title at a moment like this felt… strange.

It made her feel both embarrassed and flustered.

“Then what should I call you?” Luo Jinxiao asked innocently.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” Qu Weiyin mumbled.

Luo Jinxiao chuckled. She absolutely adored this side of Qu Weiyin.

“Honored guests, dinner is ready!” A voice called from downstairs. Qu Weiyin glared in the direction of the window, but refrained from lashing out.

Luo Jinxiao also felt a pang of frustration. She released Qu Weiyin, who straightened her collar and wiped the sweat from her forehead, albeit a bit roughly.

Then, she strode out the door.

Luo Jinxiao scratched her head and hurried after her.

Though they had long since transcended the need for food, they couldn’t refuse the hospitality. Following local customs, they joined a table laden with vegetarian dishes and fruits. All around, music and singing filled the air.

The demons lived carefree lives, filled with joy and devoid of conflict. Every little demon seemed genuinely happy.

As they ate, dancing began. Despite the daylight, bonfires were lit. Beautiful flower demons danced atop the tables, singing merrily. Luo Jinxiao watched, secretly holding Qu Weiyin’s hand.

Qu Weiyin turned, suddenly flashing a dazzling smile that nearly stunned Luo Jinxiao.

A few flower demons approached them, inviting them to join the dance. Luo Jinxiao was about to decline, but to her surprise, Qu Weiyin agreed and gracefully leaped onto the table.

She winked at Luo Jinxiao, her long lashes fluttering, a mixture of charm and innocence in her eyes. Her red skirt swirled around her like petals as she twirled and leaped.

She danced freely between heaven and earth, unrestrained and unbound. She was like a butterfly, yet stronger, like an eagle, yet more graceful.

This was Qu Weiyin’s nature – every turn exuded charm.

Luo Jinxiao watched her, mesmerized, taking in every detail, every curve of her fingertips, praying silently that this moment would last forever.

They stayed in the demon realm for a full thirty days. The trees grew greener, the sun grew hotter, and the air became thick and humid. The rabbit demons retreated into their burrows, refusing to come out during the day.

Luo Jinxiao could feel that the summer here was much hotter than in the Wuhui Sect.

She would never forget the days she spent here, with the person she loved by her side, waking up to her every morning. Time flowed like a gentle stream, slow and soothing.

She cherished every moment, picking a large red hibiscus for Qu Weiyin daily, placing it by her window.

However, as the days passed and Qu Weiyin’s demonic cultivation deepened, Luo Jinxiao could also sense her growing anxiety.

Eventually, Qu Weiyin began venturing deep into the mountains almost daily, gazing towards Tian Mountain. The Clear Pool, which usually appeared early each year, showed no signs of forming.

Hua Xianrui cautiously informed them that for some unknown reason, the spiritual energy in the mountains had been dwindling, and the water levels had dropped significantly. It was possible that the Clear Pool would never form again.

After hearing the news, Qu Weiyin appeared calm, but Luo Jinxiao saw her sitting alone at the foot of the mountains for a long time, until she was covered in dew.

Luo Jinxiao felt her pain but was powerless to help.

Ten more days passed. Finally, on a drizzly morning, Qu Weiyin knocked on Luo Jinxiao’s door and said softly, “Jinxiao, let’s go back.”

She glanced back at the Tian Mountains, a corner of which was visible in the distance, and gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Perhaps this is fate.”

“I want to return to the Wuhui Sect,” she said quietly, her back to the rain that was now pouring down on the grass.

Luo Jinxiao paused, then suddenly broke into a smile, her eyes full of affection. “Let’s get married,” she said.

Qu Weiyin didn’t expect her to be so bold. Her pupils constricted, and she held her breath. After a long pause, she finally spoke, “Are you joking?”

Luo Jinxiao shook her head. “At a time like this, I wouldn’t joke about something like that.”

She had witnessed Qu Weiyin’s anxiety and sorrow over the past few days and couldn’t think of any other way to make her happy. This was the only solution she could come up with.

It was a silly idea, a temporary fix, but it might just work.

Because Qu Weiyin’s lips were trembling uncontrollably. She grabbed Luo Jinxiao’s hand, her voice hoarse. “You truly want to marry me? To bow to heaven and earth, to have a wedding ceremony?”

Luo Jinxiao nodded firmly.

Qu Weiyin’s expression was a mixture of tears and laughter. She suddenly turned away, facing the downpour, and covered her mouth and nose with her hands.

Her shoulders shook, and it was clear that she was crying.

Luo Jinxiao’s heart ached, and she stepped forward to stand behind her.

“But what if in the future…”

“There are no ‘what ifs.’ Why worry so much? Life is short; we should enjoy the moment,” Luo Jinxiao said, gazing intently at Qu Weiyin. “Even if something happens, we will have officially bowed to heaven and earth. It’ll be easier to claim you as mine wherever we go.”

“Weiyin, let’s get married.” She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and repeated her proposal with conviction.

Qu Weiyin sniffled. When she turned back, only the tip of her nose was red. Although she tried to hold back, her happiness was evident, and the mark on her forehead seemed to glow brighter.

“Then we need to prepare a betrothal gift,” Qu Weiyin said, biting her lip. She tapped her cheek with her delicate, translucent fingernails, then removed a small jade pendant from her neck and placed it in Luo Jinxiao’s hand.

“This belonged to my mother,” she whispered.

Luo Jinxiao carefully accepted the pendant. She frantically patted her pockets, realizing that compared to Qu Weiyin, she was practically penniless.

But she couldn’t just give her any random object; that would be too insincere.

Panicking, Luo Jinxiao suddenly had an idea. She reached into her pouch and pulled out the sleeping Qiongqi, struggling to hold it up before Qu Weiyin. Stammering, she said, “Th-then, this is for you.”