Chapter 14: Slacking Off, Day Fourteen
The mission prompt appeared.
[“White Moonlight Novel’s Second Female Lead” Mission 2: Change Lin Yu’s attitude towards Wen Ying, avoid being expelled from the courtyard!]
Wow! This time, she could actually be expelled from the courtyard! She could completely change her living location; Wen Ying liked it!
The mission prompt disappeared, and Lin Yu stood up.
Rong Hua finally reacted, rushing to help Lin Yu. “Senior Brother, are you alright? Are you injured anywhere?”
“It’s nothing, just a minor injury.” Lin Yu wiped away a trace of blood from his lips, his brows furrowed with worry. “Junior Sister, why did you come out? The doctor said your injury shouldn’t be exposed to the wind…”
“I’m fine.” Rong Hua shook her head, refusing to let Lin Yu refuse as she placed her hand on his pulse. After checking, she breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s alright, there’s really nothing serious.”
“Junior Sister, I told you I wouldn’t lie to you.” Lin Yu placed his sword behind his back, gently stroking Rong Hua’s eyebrows, his eyes full of affection.
Beneath the veil, Rong Hua also smiled faintly, but when her eyes fell on Wen Ying, a hint of worry appeared. “Senior Brother, didn’t you tell me that your disciple, Xiao Ying, isn’t good at cultivation? But today…”
Lin Yu frowned. He turned to Wen Ying, his gaze turning cold and sharp.
“Wen Ying, I, as your master, naturally know the depth of your cultivation.” Lin Yu stood with his sword, an intimidating aura surrounding him. “What exactly happened just now?!”
Wen Ying thought Lin Yu wasn’t very smart.
If it were a simple master-disciple relationship, a stern reprimand would be fine. But didn’t he think that after being thrown to the ground, bruised all over, while clearly enduring pain, still looking so imposing was unconvincing?
Scumbag male leads were usually not very smart. As one of the many scumbag male leads, Lin Yu’s behavior was normal.
“Ah, that,” Wen Ying replied nonchalantly. “It must have been a slip of the hand. If you hadn’t stabbed at my vital point, it might not have been so severe.”
Although Wen Ying’s answer wasn’t serious, she hadn’t lied. It was a slip of the hand.
If Lin Yu had only used his sword to scare her, Wen Ying would at most have dislocated Lin Yu’s wrist. But Lin Yu had truly intended to kill Wen Ying, so the severely injured result was self-inflicted.
Lin Yu’s expression naturally worsened.
“Wen Ying!” Lin Yu was furious and shouted angrily!
“What?” Wen Ying casually replied.
Lin Yu’s grip tightened, his sword spinning, and in an instant, the sharp blade pointed at Wen Ying. “Wicked disciple! I’ve heard from the sect disciples that you’re arrogant and vicious, and I thought those were just slanders, even defending you! Now I realize that I was truly blind back then!”
Lin Yu, a respected elder of the Lin Xian Sect, naturally possessed a superior weapon: a first-grade spirit weapon, the Frost Cold Sword.
Within three feet of the Frost Cold Sword, a chilling aura emanated, its blade as cold as ice, reflected in Wen Ying’s eyes.
On a hot day, it could lower the temperature; it was indeed a good sword.
“You were quite blind,” Wen Ying nodded in agreement. “And haven’t recovered your sight yet.”
“What you said is indeed true,” Lin Yu tightened his grip on the sword hilt, his eyes turning red again. “I never imagined that taking you as a disciple would be inviting a wolf into the house! Tell me yourself! What exactly did you do to my junior sister?!”
“What did I do?” Wen Ying asked in confusion.
Wen Ying was merely an honest and inquisitive good child.
The current situation was different from the previous forty-plus times; Wen Ying didn’t know what Lin Yu was referring to.
But Wen Ying guessed it might have to do with the face beneath Rong Hua’s veil. Did the fall ruin her face?
At that moment, a gentle breeze blew, lifting Rong Hua’s veil.
Wen Ying stood opposite Rong Hua. Underneath the veil, she saw clearly.
Undeniably, it was a face that was unforgettable.
Thick lips, a flat nose, a bulbous nose pressed against her upper lip, and numerous freckles covered her cheeks. Her whole face seemed swollen, like a round pancake.
This wasn’t like a ruined face. It was more like a flattened face. From three-dimensional, to two-dimensional.
Rong Hua hastily reached out to cover the veil, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Junior Sister!” Lin Yu, ignoring Wen Ying, quickly took off his outer robe and carefully wrapped it around Rong Hua’s head.
Wen Ying had seen people covering themselves with blankets and coats, but this head-wrapping was a first.
Turning back, Lin Yu returned to the posture of pointing his sword at Wen Ying. Perhaps because of the interruption, Lin Yu felt pity for Rong Hua, and his anger towards Wen Ying intensified.
His eyes widened, bloodshot red: “Wen Ying, do you know that Junior Sister’s condition is caused by chili peppers! No wonder you suddenly stir-fried chili peppers that morning… I never imagined that the disciple I took in had such a vicious heart!”
Wen Ying touched her chin, watching Lin Yu go crazy.
Scumbag men seemed to like having bloodshot eyes; they probably all suffered from the same type of red eye disease.
From Lin Yu’s words, did he think Rong Hua’s face was due to a chili allergy?
A small allergy with such an effect would make chilies famous for a lifetime.
Of course, the reason wasn’t as complicated as Lin Yu thought, involving neither chilies nor allergies.
Wen Ying vaguely remembered that Rong Hua possessed a divine artifact, the Bone-Changing Mirror.
In the previous forty cycles, Wen Ying had always thought that the Bone-Changing Mirror only enhanced cultivation. Now, it seemed much more interesting.
Bone-Changing Mirror, Bone-Changing Mirror, white bones, painted skin… so that’s what it meant.
Wen Ying had thought the name of this cultivation-enhancing artifact was ominous.
Rong Hua now looked like a streamer without beauty filters.
And Lin Yu was that unlucky top spender.
Slacking off really brought surprises.
Wen Ying couldn’t help but laugh.
Author’s Note:
Lin Yu and Rong Hua both have major character flaws, but their feelings for each other are real, haha~
The phrase “not ashamed to ask inferior questions” was not used incorrectly; it means “not ashamed to ask questions from someone of lower status.”
Today, because I went out to get milk, the initial writing was a little rushed, so I revised it slightly.