Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

After a while, Qu Weiyin gradually stopped sobbing. Her body slowly calmed down, and her breathing became regular.

Luo Jinxiao gently wiped the remaining tears from her face. The woman was in a deep sleep, so deep that she didn’t wake up despite all the commotion.

Luo Jinxiao carefully laid Qu Weiyin back on the bed and watched over her, her brow furrowed with concern.

She wondered how Qu Weiyin had spent these past three years. From what she could see now, it didn’t seem like she had been doing well.

In the Demon Realm, there was no distinction between day and night, so Qu Weiyin slept for a very long time before finally opening her eyes.

When she woke up, Luo Jinxiao was still by her bedside, idly braiding her own hair out of boredom.

“You’re awake,” she said, suddenly standing up as she noticed her stirring.

Qu Weiyin looked at her with suspicion, then sat up with a tired groan.

Luo Jinxiao poured her a cup of tea, then hesitated before speaking. “Demon Lord, have you always… been like this?”

“You mean the nightmares?” Qu Weiyin raised an eyebrow, studying Luo Jinxiao’s face. “Don’t you dare speak of this to anyone, or your life will be forfeit.”

Then, looking at the teacup in her hand, she added, “As for things from the past, I’ve long forgotten them.”

Her voice was laced with sadness, and Luo Jinxiao’s heart sank.

Qu Weiyin put down the teacup and stood up again, resuming her cold and indifferent demeanor. As she walked towards the door, she suddenly said, “You stay here and don’t go anywhere. And if you don’t want to die, don’t touch that sword.”

Without pausing, she disappeared through the doorway.

A thud sounded from outside – Qu Weiyin had bumped into Qing Yi, who had been frozen in place by Luo Jinxiao the night before. The collision sent Qing Yi tumbling to the ground.

Qu Weiyin flinched, then nudged Qing Yi’s limp wrist with her foot. She glanced back at Luo Jinxiao, who was standing there in shock.

Luo Jinxiao quickly averted her gaze.

After a moment, Qu Weiyin’s footsteps faded into the distance. Luo Jinxiao let out a sigh of relief and rushed to the door. Qu Weiyin had left Qing Yi lying on the floor, completely ignoring her.

A surge of joy filled Luo Jinxiao’s heart as she stepped over Qing Yi’s body.

She wanted to know where Qu Weiyin was going.

There were few people in the demon palace. Qu Weiyin’s fiery red figure flashed through the winding corridors, quickly passing through a hidden door. Beyond it lay a deep staircase leading underground.

Before entering the hidden door, Qu Weiyin carefully scanned her surroundings, ensuring she wasn’t being followed. However, Luo Jinxiao’s divine power shielded her from detection.

Satisfied that she was alone, Qu Weiyin descended the stairs. The flickering torches cast dancing shadows on the walls, and Luo Jinxiao kept her distance, waiting for Qu Weiyin to reach the bottom before following.

Her confusion deepened, Why was Qu Weiyin coming here alone?

As the staircase leveled out, Luo Jinxiao realized they were in a dungeon. Rows of black iron cells lined the walls, each containing people dressed in various states of attire, from opulent robes to tattered rags.

Some cells were empty, while others were overflowing with prisoners.

Guarding the entrance to the dungeon was a large demon, his armor straining against his massive frame. Half of his face was shrouded in demonic energy, while the other half revealed the features of a gaunt young man.

He spoke to Qu Weiyin in a low voice, then nodded and began unlocking the iron cages one by one.

Only the deepest cell remained unopened.

A loud clang echoed from within the final cage, followed by a woman’s furious voice. “Qu Weiyin, let me out! What is the meaning of this? How long do you intend to keep me imprisoned?”

Luo Jinxiao turned towards the source of the voice. The pale face and haughty tone could belong to none other than Tang Lan’er.

However, judging by her energetic outburst, it seemed she was merely being held captive, not harmed.

Qu Weiyin glanced at Tang Lan’er, then turned to the demon guard. “Take these people out discreetly. As for the one in the back, I find her presence irritating. Keep her locked up.”

“Qu Weiyin! Come back! Come back!”

Ignoring Tang Lan’er’s enraged cries, the hulking demon led the unconscious prisoners away, leaving the dungeon empty. Qu Weiyin then smoothed her skirt and ascended the stairs, deliberately ignoring the commotion.

Luo Jinxiao quickly concealed herself, vanishing from sight.

It seemed Qu Weiyin had secretly ordered someone to take the imprisoned mortals out of the demon realm.

Luo Jinxiao felt a surge of joy. If this was true, it proved that Qu Weiyin wasn’t as bloodthirsty as the rumors suggested. She was secretly saving people.

But why did she say earlier that she had forgotten everything? Luo Jinxiao pondered, staring at the closed door of the bedroom.

After a while, the door opened, and Qu Weiyin returned. She seemed to have no suspicions about Luo Jinxiao, walking straight into the inner room and removing her outer robe, hanging it on a screen.

Luo Jinxiao stood to the side, pretending she had been there all along, keeping her eyes lowered respectfully.

A knock sounded at the door, and Yu Gui’s voice called out, “Demon Lord, I have an important matter to report.”

“Come in,” Qu Weiyin replied.

Yu Gui’s pale hand appeared around the door, followed by his slender figure draped in black robes. His skin was eerily white, as if he had spent the night standing in the snow. His eyelashes and pupils were completely gray.

His gender was still indiscernible, and he was as thin as a pole. Walking to Qu Weiyin’s side, he grinned and said, “Demon Lord, I’ve passed on your orders as instructed. However, there are a few who refuse to comply. We…”

“Kill them,” Qu Weiyin interrupted without hesitation, fiddling with a silver ring on her finger without even looking at Yu Gui.

A mixture of delight and apprehension flickered across Yu Gui’s face. “I… understand.”

His pale eyes lingered on Qu Weiyin with a possessive gaze, and a surge of murderous intent welled up within Luo Jinxiao.

The intensity of her killing intent was too strong to conceal. Both Yu Gui and Qu Weiyin looked up, but by the time their gazes met hers, Luo Jinxiao had already lowered her head, resuming her demure posture.

“Demon Lord, is this your new attendant?” Yu Gui asked, walking towards Luo Jinxiao.

Qu Weiyin hummed in affirmation, then suddenly raised her voice. “You may leave. I have matters to attend to.”

Yu Gui stopped abruptly, hesitated for a moment, then slowly retreated.

“You haven’t forgotten our agreement, have you, Demon Lord?” he asked suddenly.

“Of course not. We will make the Immortal Realm pay for their transgressions.” A cold glint flashed in Qu Weiyin’s eyes.

Luo Jinxiao’s brow furrowed.

Yu Gui nodded, a smile spreading across his face. He backed out of the room, casting a final lingering glance at Luo Jinxiao before closing the door.

The room fell silent again. Qu Weiyin seemed lost in thought, her gaze turned to the blood-red sky outside the window. There were no birds, no clouds, and no wind in the sky. Everything was terrifyingly still.

The Demon Realm was a desolate wasteland, devoid of life and change, a place eternally banished from the vibrancy of the world.

“I don’t want tea anymore. Drink with me,” Qu Weiyin said suddenly, her gaze fixed on the unchanging landscape outside. She tapped the teapot with her slender fingers, and a fragrant, potent wine materialized within.

Before Luo Jinxiao could protest, Qu Weiyin had already poured herself a cup and downed it in one gulp, her lips glistening in the candlelight.

“Drink with me,” Qu Weiyin’s voice was husky and alluring. She grabbed Luo Jinxiao’s hand and placed a cup in it.

Luo Jinxiao sighed inwardly but didn’t want to spoil the mood. She took a small sip.

Qu Weiyin watched her, suddenly spinning the cup around. She placed her red lips on the spot where Luo Jinxiao had just drunk from and downed the entire cup of wine in one go.

A wave of heat rushed through Luo Jinxiao’s body, and she burst into a coughing fit, her face turning red.

What was Qu Weiyin doing?

“You can’t handle even this little bit? This mortal wine is quite delicious,” Qu Weiyin sneered. She drank several cups in succession, yet showed no signs of intoxication.

“You should slow down,” Luo Jinxiao instinctively reached for the cup, but Qu Weiyin swiftly pulled it away, her eyes shimmering with a seductive glint.

Luo Jinxiao froze.

Qu Weiyin placed her hand on Luo Jinxiao’s chest, pushing her gently towards the window.

Her red robe cascaded around her like a blooming lotus flower. Luo Jinxiao unexpectedly met her gaze. Qu Weiyin’s light red eyes were like poppies, concealing a murderous intent.

Luo Jinxiao suddenly had a jolt of recognition. This scene was too familiar, overlapping with certain images from her memory.

She remembered the illusion she had experienced during her first visit to the Celestial Realm. This was exactly the same.

While Luo Jinxiao was lost in thought, Qu Weiyin had already discarded the wine cup and draped her arms around Luo Jinxiao’s neck. Her warm breath brushed against Luo Jinxiao’s ear, causing her to shudder.

“Why won’t you look at me?” Qu Weiyin’s voice was laced with a strange mix of vulnerability and aggression, a captivating blend that made Luo Jinxiao’s heart pound.

Qu Weiyin’s body was now pressed against her, every point of contact soft. However, Luo Jinxiao suddenly held her shoulders and asked softly, “Do you remember who I am?”

“Of course I do,” Qu Weiyin scoffed, pushing Luo Jinxiao away with a dismissive flick of her wrist. The warmth in her eyes vanished, replaced with a cold indifference. “You’re no one special.”

Luo Jinxiao’s anger flared, the suppressed rage within her threatening to erupt.

“So you treat everyone like this?” she asked, her voice dangerously low.

“Naturally,” Qu Weiyin replied, her gaze fixed on Luo Jinxiao. A flicker of disappointment crossed her eyes as she turned and walked back to the bed. “You’re no exception.”

Luo Jinxiao’s fists clenched. A long-forgotten cruelty suddenly emerged from thousands of years ago, enveloping her entire being.

She was so enraged by Qu Weiyin’s words that she failed to notice the disappointment in her eyes.

Qu Weiyin had said she treated everyone this way. So for the past three years…

Luo Jinxiao couldn’t bear to think about it. She lunged forward, grabbing Qu Weiyin’s hand. The sudden force caused Qu Weiyin to lose her balance and fall onto the bed.

“What are you doing?!” Qu Weiyin cried out, startled by Luo Jinxiao’s outburst. She unleashed a wave of demonic energy, but Luo Jinxiao effortlessly dispelled it.

Although Qu Weiyin hadn’t used her full strength, her eyes widened in surprise at how easily Luo Jinxiao had neutralized her magic.

“Who are you?” Qu Weiyin’s voice trembled, the effects of the wine completely gone.

A burning rage consumed Luo Jinxiao, threatening to overwhelm her control. She felt like the celestial warrior once again, the God of War enraged by the woman he loved.

Luo Jinxiao’s divine power held Qu Weiyin firmly in place, leaving her struggling in vain.

Hearing the commotion, Qing Yi rushed in, only to be pinned against the wall by Luo Jinxiao’s outstretched hand. Her feet left the ground, and she could only stare helplessly upwards, unable to utter a sound.

Luo Jinxiao tightened her grip, leaving a clear handprint on Qing Yi’s neck, choking her until her eyes rolled back in her head.

Qu Weiyin, her limbs restrained, finally snapped. A red light flashed on her forehead, and a torrent of demonic energy erupted like a volcano, engulfing Luo Jinxiao in scorching flames.

But Luo Jinxiao held onto Qu Weiyin tightly, refusing to let go. Holding back to avoid hurting Qu Weiyin, she vented her anger on Qing Yi instead, throwing her against a table. Qing Yi cried out in pain before losing consciousness.

“Are you crazy?! Get off me!” Qu Weiyin screamed, her voice hoarse from struggling. Her eyes were red with fury, but she was powerless against Luo Jinxiao’s strength.

In her blind rage, Luo Jinxiao’s grip tightened, and with a sudden rip, the fabric of Qu Weiyin’s shoulder tore open.

Half of a smooth shoulder appeared before Luo Jinxiao’s eyes. Besides the woman’s soft, full shoulder like lotus flesh, there was half of an elegantly written character “Luo”.

The deeply engraved character on the fair skin was striking. Luo Jinxiao suddenly realized what it was and deflated, the unfamiliar ferocity in her eyes gradually subsiding.

Qu Weiyin let out a choked sob, finally releasing the pent-up anguish she had held within. She shoved Luo Jinxiao away with all her might, pulling her torn robe tightly around her, desperately trying to conceal the mark on her chest.

“Get out!” she said, her voice choked with tears.

Luo Jinxiao stepped back and steadied herself, finally coming to her senses. Looking at her own hands, she couldn’t believe what she had just done, nor what she had seen.

“You’re not her! Get out!” Qu Weiyin’s voice was filled with venomous hatred. She backed away until she was pressed against the wall, her eyes red and swollen, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees.

“Guards!” she shouted. As footsteps approached from outside, Luo Jinxiao quickly pointed towards the door, and all sound ceased.

“I thought you were her. But you’re not.” Qu Weiyin’s voice was a heartbroken whisper as she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.

“Who are you?”

Heaven knows how desperate she felt when she woke up to find herself lying in the demon palace, covered in blood.

She knew she must have killed many people while unconscious, and Luo Jinxiao wasn’t by her side, but Yu Gui was.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, she was unable to leave the palace, nor could she face the world.

Every day since her awakening had been a torment. If not for the hope that Luo Jinxiao might come looking for her, she might have already ended her own life.

Luo Jinxiao stood there, speechless, finally understanding everything. She clenched her fists and slammed them against the wall, shaking the entire palace.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out, hating herself for what she had done.

“I’m sorry, Junior Shishu.” Luo Jinxiao cautiously approached Qu Weiyin and gently took her hand.

The words “Junior Shishu” seemed to break through Qu Weiyin’s despair.

She suddenly stopped crying, opening her red, wet eyes to look at Luo Jinxiao’s face.

Then, she reached out and poked Luo Jinxiao’s cheek.

Luo Jinxiao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She wiped her own tears away, and as she did, her appearance shifted back to its original form.

“It’s me. It’s really me.” Luo Jinxiao’s voice cracked with emotion. She gently caressed Qu Weiyin’s hand, her thumb tracing the delicate skin. “I’m so sorry. I just…”

Before Luo Jinxiao could finish her sentence, Qu Weiyin threw herself into her arms, clinging tightly and sobbing into her neck.

Luo Jinxiao felt a pang in her heart. She hugged Qu Weiyin back, her hand slowly running through her long hair

They held each other close, neither wanting to let go.

“Jinxiao, it’s really you! But you look different… why couldn’t I sense your aura?” Qu Weiyin choked out between sobs, a mixture of laughter and tears in her voice.

Luo Jinxiao sighed inwardly. This had truly been a ridiculous misunderstanding. She had forgotten that her ascension to godhood had essentially given her a new vessel. It was no wonder Qu Weiyin couldn’t recognize her by her aura.

“It’s a long story,” Luo Jinxiao said, gently patting Qu Weiyin’s back.

“I thought you had truly forgotten me,” Luo Jinxiao confessed, tears streaming down her face and soaking into the bedsheets.

“Remember when I fell into the pool? The Clear Pool has the ability to purify demonic energy. Although I was initially affected by demonic cultivation, the pool restored me to my original state.”

“I’ve been waiting for you, and secretly searching for you. You said you would come find me, but there was no sign of you for three years. I thought… maybe you didn’t want me anymore,” Qu Weiyin’s voice gradually lowered, mixed with hurt.

“I wouldn’t, I would never,” Luo Jinxiao said, her face streaked with tears as she gently kissed Qu Weiyin’s forehead.

Her heart ached with regret. If she had known, she would have braved the dangers of the Demon Realm and come to Qu Weiyin sooner.

“Jinxiao, let me look at you,” Qu Weiyin couldn’t help but smile. She pushed Luo Jinxiao away with teary eyes, examining her up and down, then burrowed back into her embrace.

Her almond eyes were red, and although the look in them seemed different, the dimples at the corners of her mouth and her jet-black eyes confirmed that she was undoubtedly Luo Jinxiao.

“I knew something was wrong the moment I saw you. But when you kept asking me if I remembered the past, I feared you were a spy sent by Yu Gui and the others, so I remained silent.”

“Just now, I was still doubtful, so I couldn’t help but test you under the guise of drinking. I thought I had mistaken someone else for you because I missed you so much, so I said those hurtful things. I didn’t realize it was really you.”

Qu Weiyin’s lips curved into a soft smile, her phoenix eyes glistening with tears.

“Hold me again. I want to know I’m not in a nightmare,” she said softly, wiping her tears on Luo Jinxiao’s shoulder.