Chapter 6: How Is It You?

At the doorway, Dong Yun’er stared blankly in the direction Ye Jinxiu had left.

After a long while, she glanced back into the room, her brows furrowing, small fists clenched tight.

“What’s going on? Why did Miss let Ye Jinxiu go so easily? That’s not right. It didn’t look like anything happened to Ye Jinxiu either.”

“With Miss’s temperament, this is impossible. How odd, it feels like Miss has changed a lot… Am I just imagining things?”

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Inside, Lin Huanhuan let out a long sigh of relief, collapsing into the rattan chair. Her whole body finally relaxed.

“Thank goodness she’s gone. Wonderful! I finally managed to scare her off. If she hadn’t left, I probably would’ve had to kneel and beg her to go.”

Ever since she’d truly understood everything, she’d been thinking of ways to quietly let Ye Jinxiu go. Fortunately, Ye Jinxiu hadn’t noticed her intentions and escaped just as she’d hoped.

“Right, letting Ye Jinxiu go is something that happened in the original novel too. But why did I let her go in the original? With my previous personality, that’s a bit hard to believe.”

Lin Huanhuan’s brows knitted in confusion. “With the way I usually did things, unless I drained Ye Jinxiu dry and completely made her mine, there’s no way I’d let her go.”

Before she transmigrated, she’d followed the novel almost to the end, so her memories of the earlier plot were a bit hazy.

“What was it again?” Lin Huanhuan searched her memories, struggling to recall.

As she pondered, she walked to the corner in front of the full-length Luan Mirror. Her ruby-like eyes glanced into it and she couldn’t help but freeze.

In the bronze mirror, there was a peerless girl reflected, with skin whiter than snow, sparkling eyes and bright teeth, brows like distant hills, a delicate nose, and lips like cherries.

At first glance, she was stunning, and the longer one looked, the more overwhelming the feeling became.

Staring at her own reflection, Lin Huanhuan was momentarily dazed, her small hand unconsciously stroking the gentle curve of her beautiful face.

“No wonder—it’s me. Of course I’m good-looking.”

Lin Huanhuan stood with hands on hips, head held high in pride, but then seemed to recall something and lowered her head, somewhat dejected.

“What a pity, such a beautiful person is me. If only she were my girlfriend… Sigh.”

“I wonder if I’ll keep this beauty after I go back. I probably will, right? And I wonder how handsome I’ll be when I change back.”

Thinking of this made Lin Huanhuan a bit happier, and her mood lightened considerably.

After admiring herself for a few more minutes, Lin Huanhuan finally stopped her narcissistic behavior.

“So that’s how it is.”

After so much thought, she finally remembered why she’d let Ye Jinxiu go in the original story.

There were two reasons.

First, she’d already done so many outrageous things to Ye Jinxiu. Pretty much everything possible and impossible, except for the final step—she’d done it all and gotten quite a bit of satisfaction from it.

Second, and most importantly:

It was about the secret Ye Jinxiu carried.

Ye Jinxiu was the female lead, how could she be an ordinary person?

Although she looked like a regular outer sect disciple now, she actually had a hidden constitution—the Youquan Spiritual Vein. Once awakened, she would go from a disciple of average talent to a peerless prodigy.

But as everyone knows, if the Youquan Spiritual Vein awakened smoothly, what would there be for the audience to watch?

So, according to the original, news of Ye Jinxiu’s hidden Youquan Spiritual Vein was discovered by the White Tiger Hall, and they conspired against her together.

Two factions plotted for Ye Jinxiu. White Tiger Hall wanted her Youquan Spiritual Vein, and she herself wanted the rest of Ye Jinxiu—dividing her up like spoils of war.

Things progressed pretty smoothly. After Ye Jinxiu was stripped of her Youquan Spiritual Vein, she completely fell into her hands.

And then, just at that moment, the male lead appeared ‘right on time’ and snatched Ye Jinxiu away from her. She hadn’t even finished what she started—losing both the woman and the means, making a complete fool of herself.

It was this very event that set up a blood feud with the protagonist, leading to her eventual suppression and death, laying the groundwork for the future.

Thinking of her own ending, Lin Huanhuan’s face flashed with helplessness. “What’s that supposed to be? All for nothing?”

‘But now that I know the plot, I might be able to change my fate and live better.’

‘First, I absolutely can’t follow the original and dig out Ye Jinxiu’s Youquan Spiritual Vein. No way. I couldn’t do something that beastly.’

‘When the time comes, I’ll just turn on the people from White Tiger Hall, stab them in the back, then pack Ye Jinxiu up and take her away. Then I can wait for the male lead to come rescue her.’

‘Yes, that’s the plan!’

Lin Huanhuan thought, as strange ideas started popping up in her mind.

‘But then again, isn’t that still not great? Maybe I should just forcibly take Ye Jinxiu for myself? She’s pretty, and fits my taste.’

‘Besides, I know what’s coming. The male lead isn’t some chosen child of the world. He doesn’t have any heaven-defying luck. I might even be able to kill him instead—as long as my cultivation is higher, and I plan carefully, it might not be impossible to kill him.’

‘Once I kill him, everything of his will be mine. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?’

A flash of bloodthirst flickered in Lin Huanhuan’s eyes, her thoughts sprouting wildly like bamboo after rain.

“Shut up!” Lin Huanhuan suddenly scolded herself, pinching her own thigh hard. Only then did those thoughts scatter.

“Damn it, those trashy ideas again. Seriously, are they determined to make me a villain?”

Lin Huanhuan felt a bit exhausted. The reason she’d been so overbearing and done so many bad things before was inseparable from these kinds of thoughts.

Every time she faced a choice, or felt uncertain inside, these ideas would run rampant, leading her toward evil. Without realizing it, she’d become a villain—almost as if it were destined.

Lin Huanhuan let out a bitter laugh and sighed. “Heavenly Dao, do you really not trust me?”

If she wasn’t mistaken, these invasive thoughts—more troublesome than spam calls—were the doing of the Heavenly Dao, meant to keep her under control, ensuring she truly became a brainless villain.

If her will wasn’t strong enough, she’d probably have already charged up to the male lead and thrown herself at him.

Temporarily suppressing those strange thoughts, Lin Huanhuan began sorting through the current situation.

“First off, I’ve already gotten in touch with that group from White Tiger Hall, but nothing’s been finalized yet. Next, I’ll have to negotiate with them.”

“I can make some arrangements there, too, to make things easier for dealing with them later.”

“Lin Huanhuan, get out here!”

At that moment, a sharp but somewhat familiar female voice called from outside.

“Who’s that? So arrogant, actually dares to use my full name.”

Lin Huanhuan walked out with a hostile look, muttering as she went, “You’d best state your business clearly, or don’t blame me—Sis, why is it you?”