Transmigrated Into A Waste Who Married The Villain. Chapter 96: It’s You

After a long while, Qu Weiyin gradually stopped her sobbing, her body becoming calmer, her breathing more regular.

Luo Jinxiao extended her hand and gently caressed Qu Weiyin’s face, wiping away the remnants of her tears. The woman was deeply asleep, so much so that even the turmoil hadn’t roused her.

Luo Jinxiao laid Qu Weiyin flat on the bed, watching her quietly, her dark brows furrowed and her expression serious.

What had Qu Weiyin endured over these three years? It seemed as though she hadn’t fared well.

In the demon realm, there were no distinctions between day and night, and after sleeping for a long time, Qu Weiyin finally opened her eyes.

When she woke, Luo Jinxiao was still by her bedside, bored and busy plaiting her own hair into a series of braids.

“You’re awake!” Luo Jinxiao exclaimed, suddenly standing up.

Qu Weiyin looked at her with suspicion, wearily propping herself up, and made a soft noise in acknowledgment.

Luo Jinxiao poured a cup of tea for her and hesitated before asking, “Demon lord, did you go through this before?”

“You mean the nightmares?” Qu Weiyin raised her eyes, studying Luo Jinxiao before suddenly arching an eyebrow and warning, “This matter must not be spoken of; otherwise, be careful for your life.”

Then, she glanced at the cup in her hand and added, “As for the past, I’ve long since forgotten.”

Her tone was heavy as she spoke those words, and Luo Jinxiao felt her heart plummet.

Qu Weiyin set the tea cup down and got up again, her demeanor growing cold and indifferent as she headed for the door. She paused at the threshold and said, “You stay here and don’t go anywhere. And, if you don’t want to die, don’t touch that sword.”

With that, she stepped out, the hem of her garment disappearing through the door.

A loud thud echoed from outside; it turned out that when Qu Weiyin opened the door, she collided directly with Qingyi, who had been left there by Luo Jinxiao last night. Qingyi fell to the ground as a result of the impact.

Qu Weiyin jumped in surprise, glancing down at Qingyi. She gave a little kick to Qingyi’s outstretched wrist and then turned to look back at Luo Jinxiao, who was standing there like a deer caught in headlights.

Luo Jinxiao quickly directed her gaze upward, avoiding any eye contact.

After a moment, the sounds of footsteps receded. Luo Jinxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to the doorway, only to discover that Qu Weiyin paid no mind to Qingyi, who remained sprawled on the ground.

A surge of joy welled up within Luo Jinxiao, and she stepped over Qingyi with determined strides.

She was eager to find out where Qu Weiyin was headed.

The demon palace was mostly deserted, and Qu Weiyin’s fire-red figure flickered as she turned a few corners, quickly navigating the twisted corridors. She approached a dark door, revealing a steep flight of stairs leading down into darkness.

Before entering the dark doorway, Qu Weiyin intentionally checked her surroundings for any followers. However, with Luo Jinxiao now protected by divine power, she remained unnoticed.

Once she was sure there was no threat, Qu Weiyin descended the stairs. The torches flickered unevenly, casting shadows that rose and fell, and Luo Jinxiao dared not follow too closely, waiting for Qu Weiyin to reach the bottom first.

Her curiosity deepened; why was Qu Weiyin on her own down here?

As the staircase leveled off, Luo Jinxiao realized with surprise that this place seemed to be a holding area for mortals. A row of dark iron bars surrounded the area, and within were numerous individuals, some dressed resplendently while others looked tattered and worn.

Some of the cells were completely empty, while others were crowded with prisoners.

At the entrance, a tall and burly demon stood guard. The armor he wore seemed too small for him, and half of his face was shrouded in dark energy while the other half bore the features of a lean young man.

He lowered his head and said something to Qu Weiyin, then nodded and began to stagger as he opened each iron cage one by one.

Except for the deepest cell, which remained untouched.

Suddenly, a loud clanging sound erupted from that cell, followed by a woman’s furious voice, “Qu Weiyin! Let me out! What do you mean by this? How long are you going to keep me locked up?”

Luo Jinxiao turned her head in the direction of the voice, and a pale face came into view, brimming with arrogance and defiance—it was none other than Tang Lanner.

Judging by her spirited outburst, it seemed she was only imprisoned and hadn’t been harmed.

Qu Weiyin merely cast a dismissive glance at her. Turning to the muscular demon, she instructed, “Take these people out quietly. As for the one in there, I can’t stand the sight of her, so keep her locked up.”

“Qu Weiyin! Come back! Come back!” Tang Lanner shouted frantically.

In the midst of Tang Lanner’s desperate calls, the hulking demon led the unconscious crowd away, leaving the prison eerily empty. Qu Weiyin then lifted her skirt, walking up the stairs while feigning ignorance to Lanner’s calls.

Seeing this, Luo Jinxiao quickly covered her face and vanished from sight.

It seemed that Qu Weiyin had secretly ordered for the imprisoned mortals to be taken out of the demon realm.

A surge of joyous exhilaration filled Luo Jinxiao’s heart; this proved that Qu Weiyin was not the bloodthirsty killer the rumors portrayed her to be. Instead, she was actively saving people in secret.

But why had she claimed to have forgotten everything? Luo Jinxiao stared at the door to the bedchamber, lost in thought.

After a while, the door opened, and Qu Weiyin stepped back inside. She seemed not to harbor any suspicions about Luo Jinxiao, striding confidently into the inner room to remove her outer garment, hanging it on a screen.

Luo Jinxiao stood quietly to the side, adopting an expression of calmness, pretending she had been there the whole time.

Suddenly, a knock came at the door, and Yougui’s voice called from outside, “Demon lord, I have important matters to report.”

“Come in,” Qu Weiyin replied.

Yougui’s pale hand appeared at the door before he stepped inside, clad in a black robe. His face was translucent and white, as if he had been standing in the snow all night. His eyelashes and pupils were both a dull gray.

He still possessed an androgynous appearance, looking as frail as a reed. Approaching Qu Weiyin, he smiled broadly and said, “Demon lord, the tasks you assigned to me have been set into motion. However, there are a few who refuse to comply…”

“Kill them,” Qu Weiyin interjected decisively, absentmindedly toying with a silver ring on her finger while not bothering to look at Yougui.

Yougui’s expression flickered between joy and worry as he replied in a low voice, “Understood.”

His pale eyes turned toward Qu Weiyin, gazing at her with what Luo Jinxiao perceived to be a sticky longing. A sudden surge of murderous intent flooded through her.

This killing intent was daunting and rushed forth uncontrollably. Before she could mask it, both Yougui and Qu Weiyin lifted their heads. However, by the time they looked in Luo Jinxiao’s direction, she had already lowered her gaze and stood still.

“Demon lord, is this your new maid?” Yougui asked, approaching Luo Jinxiao.

Qu Weiyin simply replied with a nonchalant “Mm,” then raised her voice abruptly, “You may leave; I have matters to attend to.”

Yougui’s footsteps suddenly halted. He hesitated for a moment, not daring to disobey, and slowly retreated.

“Demon lord, you remember our agreement, right?” he said suddenly.

“Of course. Let the celestial realm that has humiliated us pay the price,” Qu Weiyin’s eyes flashed with a sharp and cold glint.

Luo Jinxiao frowned at her words, sensing an underlying tension.

Yougui nodded and then smiled as he backed away from the room. Before leaving, he cast one last lingering glance at Luo Jinxiao.

Silence fell again in the room, with Qu Weiyin lost in thought, her gaze drifting towards the blood-red sky outside the window. There were no birds, no clouds, and no wind; everything was terrifyingly still.

The demon realm felt like a forsaken place, abandoned by all its former vibrance, remaining eternally unchanged.

“I no longer want to drink tea; let’s have some wine instead,” Qu Weiyin suddenly declared, her slender fingers tapping on the teapot. A pot of rich, fragrant liquor appeared before her.

Luo Jinxiao was about to step forward to protest, but before she could say anything, Qu Weiyin had already poured a cup and taken a sip. Her lips, glistening in the candlelight, looked strikingly appealing.

“Drink with me,” Qu Weiyin said, her voice raspy and alluring. Abruptly, she stepped forward, pulling Luo Jinxiao closer and shoving a cup into her hands.

Luo Jinxiao felt a mix of resignation and reluctance, but she didn’t want to spoil the moment, so she took a careful sip.

Qu Weiyin watched her intently, then suddenly twirled the cup around in her hand and placed her lips over the spot where Luo Jinxiao had just sipped, downing the rest of the wine in one go.

A rush of heat surged through Luo Jinxiao’s mind; she abruptly began to cough, her face flushing red.

What was Qu Weiyin trying to imply?

“Is that all you can drink? This wine from the mortal realm is truly delicious,” Qu Weiyin chuckled, downing several cups without showing any signs of intoxication.

“Drink less,” Luo Jinxiao instinctively reached for the cup in Qu Weiyin’s hand, but Qu Weiyin abruptly evaded her grasp, raising her slender arms slowly, her eyes sparkling seductively.

Luo Jinxiao was momentarily stunned.

With her fingers pressing against Luo Jinxiao’s chest, Qu Weiyin pushed her gently backward until they were at the window’s edge.

The layers of Qu Weiyin’s crimson skirt cascaded to the floor, resembling blooming hibiscus flowers. When Luo Jinxiao suddenly met her gaze, the pale red hue of Qu Weiyin’s eyes held a dangerous glimmer, akin to poppies concealing hidden threats.

A jolt of familiarity struck Luo Jinxiao; the scene felt too reminiscent, as if overlapping with certain images from her memories.

She recalled the illusion she had experienced during her first visit to the celestial realm—the current situation mirrored that past experience perfectly.

In her daze, Qu Weiyin had already discarded her cup, and her arms wrapped around Luo Jinxiao’s neck. Her warm breath tickled Luo Jinxiao’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Why won’t you look at me?” Qu Weiyin asked, her tone laced with feigned grievance, a blend of fierceness and alluring beauty that made Luo Jinxiao’s heart race, compelling her to want to pull Qu Weiyin into an embrace.

Qu Weiyin’s body pressed against Luo Jinxiao’s, each place they touched felt soft and inviting. Yet, at that moment, Luo Jinxiao suddenly pressed her hands against Qu Weiyin’s shoulders, gently asking, “Do you recognize who I am?”

“How could I not?” Qu Weiyin replied with a dismissive smile, her fingertips lightly pushing Luo Jinxiao away. The tenderness in her eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by indifference. “You are nothing to me.”

Seeing her like this, anger flared within Luo Jinxiao, and the violent emotions she had kept buried surged to the surface, threatening to overwhelm her.

“Is that how you treat everyone?” Luo Jinxiao lowered her voice, a barely perceptible edge creeping into her tone.

“Naturally,” Qu Weiyin answered, locking eyes with her. Disappointment flickered in her gaze as she turned away and walked toward the bed. “You are no exception.”

Luo Jinxiao clenched her fists, an all-too-familiar brutality rising within her, a vestige from centuries ago that enveloped her limbs and soul.

Qu Weiyin’s words ignited a fire of anger in Luo Jinxiao, preventing her from noticing the disappointment in Qu Weiyin’s eyes.

If she treated everyone this way, then what of these past three years…?

Luo Jinxiao could no longer think of anything else. She surged forward, seizing Qu Weiyin’s hand. The sudden tug caused Qu Weiyin to lose her footing, falling back onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” Qu Weiyin exclaimed, startled by the sudden outburst, her anger flaring up as demonic energy surged around her, but Luo Jinxiao easily dissipated it with a single hand.

Though Qu Weiyin had not truly attacked, the realization that her magic was so effortlessly neutralized left her wide-eyed in shock.

“Who are you?” Qu Weiyin’s voice quivered, the effects of her earlier drunkenness fading away entirely.

At that moment, Luo Jinxiao felt a fire consuming her calm. It was as if she had transformed back into that vengeful war god, enraged at the sight of her beloved.

Her divine power rendered Qu Weiyin nearly immobile, leaving her thrashing in an attempt to break free.

Qingyi, outside the door, heard the commotion and rushed in. As soon as she stepped inside, Luo Jinxiao struck her against the wall from a distance. Qingyi’s feet left the ground as she desperately looked up at the ceiling, soundlessly shouting, unable to utter a single word.

With another surge of force, Luo Jinxiao left a clear imprint of her fingers around Qingyi’s neck, squeezing her almost to the point of asphyxiation as her eyes rolled back.

Qu Weiyin, whose limbs were constrained, became enraged. A red light flickered between her brows, and then her immense demonic power erupted like a volcano, flames bursting forth and causing Luo Jinxiao’s hand to blister with pain.

Yet Luo Jinxiao maintained her grip on Qu Weiyin, stifling her own desire to harm her. Instead, all her fury poured out onto Qingyi, whom she flung away. Qingyi’s body crashed heavily against the edge of a table, and she let out a scream before losing consciousness.

“Are you insane? Let go!” Qu Weiyin shouted, her breath coming in labored gasps as her eyes glistened with anger. Yet, she was helpless to stop Luo Jinxiao.

In that moment, Luo Jinxiao was perhaps overwhelmed by rage and used far too much force. Amidst Qu Weiyin’s struggles, she accidentally tore the sleeve of Qu Weiyin’s garment, exposing a delicate shoulder.

Half of Qu Weiyin’s fragrant shoulder came into view, revealing not just her soft, lush skin but also half of the elegant character “æ´›” etched into it.

The sight of that deeply engraved letter, shimmering against her alabaster skin, struck Luo Jinxiao like a cold wave, and the strange anger within her began to subside.

However, Qu Weiyin let out a cry of suppressed rage, forcibly shoving Luo Jinxiao away. She quickly adjusted her clothing to cover the engraved mark on her chest.

“Get out!” she shouted, her voice thick with tears.

Luo Jinxiao stepped back a few paces, her mind clearing as she looked at her hands in disbelief, struggling to grasp what she had just done and what she had seen.

“You are not her. Get out!” Qu Weiyin spat, retreating to the corner, her eyes burning red as she hugged her knees tightly.

“Someone!” she shouted, and footsteps echoed from outside the door. Luo Jinxiao quickly raised her hand, pointing toward the door, yet there was no sound from outside.

“I thought you were her. You are not,” Qu Weiyin murmured, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.

“Who are you?”

God knows the despair she felt when she awoke from her dream, finding herself lying in the demon palace, drenched in blood.

She knew that after losing consciousness, she had likely killed many people, and Luo Jinxiao was not by her side but Yougui instead.

Due to certain reasons, she couldn’t leave the demon palace for the time being, nor could she show herself to the world.

The days and nights she spent waking up felt increasingly like they were pushing her into the abyss. If it weren’t for the hope of Luo Jinxiao coming to find her, she might have sought death herself.

Luo Jinxiao was in a daze for a moment before suddenly understanding everything. She clenched her fists, and with a forceful blow, she punched the wall beside her, causing a tremor to ripple through the great hall.

“I’m sorry,” Luo Jinxiao gritted her teeth, wishing she could berate herself.

“I’m sorry, little master uncle,” Luo Jinxiao said carefully as she stepped forward, gently grasping Qu Weiyin’s hand.

At the sound of “little master uncle,” Qu Weiyin froze abruptly.

She suddenly stopped crying, her red eyes wide as she looked at Luo Jinxiao’s face, filled with confusion.

Then, reaching out, she poked her.

In that moment, Luo Jinxiao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She brushed her face, wiping away her tears, and in doing so, transformed back into her original appearance.

“It’s me, truly me,” Luo Jinxiao said, half-amused and half-crying as she delicately stroked Qu Weiyin’s smooth and slightly damp hand, whispering, “I’m sorry, just now I…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Qu Weiyin dove into her embrace, holding her tightly while sobbing softly into her neck.

A wave of bittersweet emotion washed over Luo Jinxiao as she returned the embrace, her hand slowly gliding through Qu Weiyin’s long hair.

The two held each other tightly, unwilling to let go, no matter what.

“Jinxiao, it’s really you. But why have you changed so much? I can’t sense your aura at all,” Qu Weiyin choked out, her voice a mix of tears and laughter as she sniffled, asking intermittently.

Luo Jinxiao felt a twinge of helplessness; it indeed felt like a farce. She had forgotten that becoming a divine entity meant she had essentially changed her shell, making it impossible for Qu Weiyin to recognize her scent.

“This is a long story,” Luo Jinxiao said, her heart aching as she gently patted Qu Weiyin’s back.

“I thought you really forgot about me,” she continued, seeing tears fall from her eyes onto the bedding, soaking into the fabric.

“Do you remember after I fell into the water? The Clear Pool has the effect of purifying demonic energy. So even though I began to demonize due to my magical powers, I returned to my original form after coming out of the Clear Pool.”

“I’ve been waiting for you, searching for you in the shadows. You said you would come find me, but I’ve seen no trace of you for three years. I thought maybe you didn’t want me anymore,” Qu Weiyin’s voice grew softer, tinged with grievance.

“I would never want that, never.” With tears on her face, Luo Jinxiao gently kissed Qu Weiyin’s forehead.

She felt heartache akin to being pricked by needles; had she known, she would have risked everything to break into the demon realm just to see her face.

“Jinxiao, let me see you,” Qu Weiyin said, unable to suppress her delight. With tearful eyes, she pushed Luo Jinxiao back slightly to examine her from head to toe before diving back into her embrace.

Her almond-shaped eyes were red, and though the spirit within them seemed different, the familiar smile and dark eyes assured Qu Weiyin that it was indeed Luo Jinxiao.

“When I first saw you, I felt something was off. But you kept asking me if I remembered the past. I was afraid you were a spy sent by Yougui and the others, so I kept quiet,” Qu Weiyin explained.

“I remained suspicious, and I couldn’t help but test you with wine. I thought perhaps I missed you so much that I mistook someone else for you, so I said those hurtful words. I never imagined it truly was you.”

Qu Weiyin pressed her lips together, the corners of her mouth lifting in a smile, the warmth in her gaze glistening with tears.

“Hold me again; I want to know I’m not dreaming,” she murmured, rubbing away her tears on Luo Jinxiao’s shoulder.