Yulilian chattered on, mentioning the characteristics of the Magic Book, then suddenly realized and covered her small mouth:
“Right, right! No one can reveal the location of the Sacred Relic, no one can say a word—I almost forgot!”
“Anyway, there’s no way it’s with anyone else. So many people tried to snatch Sister’s book before, but none succeeded… Unless Sister willingly gave the book away herself…”
As if picturing that scene, Yulilian rubbed her cheeks, her lively eyes spinning around, faintly hopeful:
“But if Sister really wants to give the book away, and the person who gets the Magic Book is a total weakling, then Sister might just become their little toy with no way to hide.”
After all, only those who have owned a Sacred Relic would know that Elves can sense the location of the Sacred Relic in reverse.
I’ve heard that if you learn a certain auxiliary magic, even if the Elf is far away, their vision can still connect to their Sacred Relic.
Yulilian even wanted a Sacred Relic of her own—preferably a smaller one, something common like Sister’s book.
That way… if she secretly placed the Sacred Relic as a decoration in the weakling Empress’s bathroom, she could spy on the Empress’s bath without anyone knowing.
Watching the Empress bathe while eating snacks would definitely be the best kind of entertainment!
“Hm, ‘little toy’ is a bit of a stretch, but it’s somewhat fitting.”
Amidina rose and slowly walked to the bedside, ruffling Yulilian’s hair, then glanced out the window at the already darkened sky.
She tidied the finely crafted, elegant marriage bed and handed a pillow into Yulilian’s arms:
“I won’t be able to take care of you tonight. Make sure you eat enough and don’t lie completely flat when you sleep, or your stomach will feel bloated tomorrow.”
“Okay, got it.”
Yulilian hugged the pillow and was about to return to her own room when she noticed Sister removing the delicate stockings tightly wrapped around her legs and asked in surprise, “Sister, what are you doing?”
She remembered Sister always slept fully clothed and never went to bed naked…
“Nothing, just changing clothes.”
Amidina’s slender hands moved continuously to remove the thin stockings, her slightly upturned peach blossom eyes still clear and bright.
Her rosy, alluring lips were pursed seriously, yet as if unintentionally, the corners lifted slightly in a small curve: “I suddenly felt like sleeping in less clothing.”
***
“Really smells so good!”
“The Princess just finished her bath, and her scent is even better than the perfumer’s herbs.”
“Didn’t you notice her figure? I stacked five cushions today and still wasn’t as big as the Princess… If the Princess wants me to serve as her companion, I’d willingly change my orientation!”
“If you can’t hold it in, go to the bathroom. We’re sleeping together, so don’t mess up the bed… Changing orientation doesn’t mean hitting on my lady, okay!”
The head embroiderer and the etiquette maid, responsible for entertaining important guests, joked and teased each other, then both looked toward Young Master Lin Nuo, who was being guarded by Mrs. Puli’s maids.
Their tone was filled with envy:
“I really don’t know how much merit Young Master accumulated in his past life to get the chance to share a bed with Princess Amidina…”
‘Merit… how much merit?’
‘A lot of merit?’
Lin Nuo shook his head, trying to clear the unsettling thoughts stirred by these maids’ wild talk.
The weather was turning toward rain, making the night slightly cool; if only his mood could be as refreshing.
After sending away the maids assigned to watch over him, Lin Nuo headed straight to the fountain garden, where he could look up at Princess Amidina’s window.
He waited patiently, not knowing how much time passed—perhaps just as the maids began to suspect he hadn’t yet gone upstairs and were about to urge him.
The light in Amidina’s room dimmed.
“Go, Fatty bird. Tonight, I’m counting on you.”
“Chirp chirp!”
The Fatty Bird hidden in Lin Nuo’s sleeve flapped its wings and flew toward the window.
Yulilian’s earlier words had reminded Lin Nuo: the emotions of Elves are incredibly pure.
Maybe Amidina had agreed to this because she wanted to satisfy her mother’s earnest request?
Uncertain.
But Lin Nuo had come to a clearer and graver realization: since he was unlikely to meet that yandere girl who would imprison him, perhaps the pure Amidina wouldn’t be inspired by such things and thus wouldn’t easily spark a romantic flame with Feng Aotian as in the original plot… they might even end up having a different kind of relationship.
Lovers becoming sisters?
If that were the case, what about him—the blond villain who unknowingly broke Feng Aotian’s romantic fate and was about to hijack her lover?
Would his final outcome be getting slapped into the wall by Feng Aotian, becoming a paper-thin figure impossible to piece back together…
Compared to such a messy ending, being tied up in ropes by a yandere beauty seemed almost easy to accept.
Lost in thought, Lin Nuo vigorously rubbed his face and quickly pulled himself together.
For now, there was still a chance.
According to the records, the mental magic “Whisper of the Nightmare” can easily make a person of slightly low intelligence firmly believe that they have a pointy head.
As the originator of “Whisper of the Nightmare,” the far stronger mental magic “Mental Suggestion” should be able to rewrite Amidina’s will without much difficulty, right?
He only needed to steal Amidina’s Sacred Relic, turn the Elf King’s protective blessing into a curse, and cast a subtle mental suggestion that “she will fall for beautiful girls and intensely dislike Lin Nuo,” a suggestion that would make all future developments unfold exactly as in the original story.
Then Feng Aotian’s eyes, filled with jealous sorrow like “my wife was stolen,” would shift away from Lin Nuo as if he were the chief rival.
At this point, maybe “Weitou Yijing” was the only move left!
And since it could be silently imposed with just words, it was the most suitable for him.
Lin Nuo made up his mind—It’s possible, at least I have to try.
“Chirp chirp…”
As the Fatty Bird’s call came, Lin Nuo immediately left the garden and headed toward the room where the lights had gone dim.