Transmigrated Into A Waste Who Married The Villain. Chapter 95: Nightmare

Qingyi gasped in shock at the sight and hurriedly wiped with her handkerchief, exclaiming, “Demon lord, I don’t know what happened…”

Qu Weiyin raised her hand and waved it dismissively. “It’s nothing,” she replied coolly. Then, using her divine power, the water stains on her attire evaporated instantly.

She stood up and stepped down from the platform, walking towards Luo Jinxiao with a probing gaze.

Luo Jinxiao kept her head lowered, and as Qu Weiyin’s flowing skirt came closer, her heartbeat quickened, the sound nearly audible as it raced in her chest.

Qu Weiyin halted before her, her voice both alluring and aloof. “Look up.”

Luo Jinxiao’s neck felt rigid, but she slowly lifted her eyes to meet Qu Weiyin’s gaze. Her breath caught in her throat.

Qu Weiyin suddenly extended her hand, her slender fingers gliding across Luo Jinxiao’s chin, sending a shiver of cold sensation coursing through her.

“Demon lord!” Qingyi interjected, emerging from behind and standing next to Qu Weiyin. Glancing back at Luo Jinxiao, she ingratiatingly added, “Lord Yougui is waiting for you in the annex.”

Qu Weiyin withdrew her hand with annoyance and turned to walk toward the door, her skirt fluttering as it brushed against Luo Jinxiao’s ankle.

Qingyi visibly exhaled in relief as she hastily followed, not forgetting to shoot a venomous glare at Luo Jinxiao, rife with resentment.

Luo Jinxiao scoffed inwardly; the way Qingyi nearly glued herself to Qu Weiyin was painfully obvious, a thought that spoke volumes about her intentions.

“You guys, wait for the demon lord in the Cold Moon Hall,” Qingyi said as she swayed gracefully, glancing back at them.

Luo Jinxiao followed the group inward, passing through the dimly lit archway to an ancient stone door. Beyond it lay Qu Weiyin’s Cold Moon Hall, a place they obviously had no right to enter, so they could only wait outside.

Just as Luo Jinxiao began to settle down after the initial excitement of seeing Qu Weiyin, a sudden doubt filled her mind. Had Qu Weiyin truly forgotten her?

Yet that sense of familiarity during their eye contact made her feel suddenly dazed.

As she was deep in thought, she suddenly heard someone calling her; it was a guard in armor instructing her to follow him to the annex.

Luo Jinxiao collected her thoughts and quickly followed.

However, the route they were taking was entirely different from before. She had figured this out but chose not to confront it; she continued to walk casually.

As they turned a corner, the guard suddenly looked back at her, swinging his dagger infused with dark energy toward the crown of Luo Jinxiao’s head. Before the blade could even touch her hair, it snapped in two.

The guard, having swung at nothing, stood there blankly, staring at the hilt in his palm. Just then, a cracking sound echoed from his neck, and he collapsed abruptly, his armored body clanking heavily as it hit the ground.

Luo Jinxiao hadn’t even lifted a finger. She raised an eyebrow and glanced behind her, humming a little tune as she stepped over the fallen guard.

Just a mere demon, overestimating himself.

Following her instincts, she retraced her steps back to the grand hall, passing through the guards without attracting attention. Upon reaching the entrance to the annex, she paused to listen at the door.

She easily concealed her presence; even Qu Weiyin wouldn’t be able to detect her.

From inside came the nauseating voice of Yougui, seemingly embroiled in an argument about something, his voice raised, while Qu Weiyin remained silent.

Finally, after Yougui finished speaking, Qu Weiyin coldly replied, “I said destroy it all, and if anyone dares to utter another word, I’ll break their neck.”

After a moment of silence, Yougui countered, “But demon lord, what if this provokes an internal conflict? That would be detrimental to us!”

“You are disobeying me,” Qu Weiyin said, her voice low.

There was another moment of silence before Yougui replied quietly, “I wouldn’t dare.”

“Then do as I say. Anyone who defies this order will be brought back, and I will deal with them personally,” Qu Weiyin finished, striding toward the door. Luo Jinxiao instantly vanished, reappearing at the entrance of the Cold Moon Hall.

The few girls who were waiting were startled by her sudden appearance, and Luo Jinxiao raised a finger to signal for them to be quiet.

After about the duration of a stick of incense, Qu Weiyin appeared at the end of the corridor, striding toward them. Her flowing red garments swayed with each step, the silk ribbons dancing gracefully in the air.

Qingyi followed closely behind, and upon seeing Luo Jinxiao unharmed, her expression sharpened for a brief moment.

“Demon lord, which of them would you like to serve you?” Qingyi asked, frowning with a smile, then shifting slightly to stand in front of Luo Jinxiao.

Unfortunately for Qingyi, Luo Jinxiao was a head and a half taller, making it impossible for her to block her.

Qu Weiyin didn’t even glance in their direction; her mood seemed slightly off as she randomly pointed to Luo Jinxiao’s forehead and said nonchalantly, “Let’s go with her.”

Qingyi’s teeth nearly crunched together from the effort of not breaking them. She forced herself to nod and then turned to open the door for Qu Weiyin.

Qu Weiyin advanced, and as she passed by Qingyi, she suddenly turned her face slightly, glancing down at her with an unreadable look in her phoenix eyes.

Luo Jinxiao followed behind Qu Weiyin into the room, winking at Qingyi with a sense of triumph.

Qingyi’s face turned an unmistakable shade of green.

The interior of Qu Weiyin’s room was quite empty, containing only a few personal items and a finely crafted black iron sword case that housed the Remnant Moon Star Blade.

It seemed that the blade had not been taken out in quite some time.

Luo Jinxiao couldn’t help but glance at Qu Weiyin, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind.

Qu Weiyin appeared somewhat fatigued; she lowered her gaze as she sat on the bed, leaning against the jade pillow. Luo Jinxiao felt uncertain about what to do and could only stand at the doorway.

“Demon lord, may I relieve your fatigue?” Qingyi asked, kneeling halfway and placing her hand on Qu Weiyin’s calf.

Luo Jinxiao felt her mind explode with a rush of confusion. At that moment, Qingyi suddenly screamed, toppling backward, hitting her head hard against the floor tiles.

She lay there, half-reclined, breathing heavily, then flipped onto her side and sat up, panic evident in her eyes as she looked at Qu Weiyin. Her voice trembled, laced with tears, “Demon lord, I only wanted to help ease your fatigue! I meant no disrespect!”

Qu Weiyin slowly opened her eyes, staring at Qingyi with an expression of curiosity.

Her lips parted slightly, “I did not move, and your technique is commendable.”

Qingyi let out a tentative “Oh” as she trembled. She instinctively glanced at Luo Jinxiao, but Luo Jinxiao was focused on staring at her own toes, as if nothing had happened.

Qingyi was utterly baffled; she reached for a bunch of grapes from the table.

With a loud thud, one of the grapes slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground.

Qingyi, in disbelief, reached for a teacup only for it to shatter with a sharp crack, splashing water all over her face.

Now boiling with anger, Qingyi stood up abruptly, striding toward Luo Jinxiao. A dagger materialized in her hand, and without hesitation, she aimed it at Luo Jinxiao’s face.

Just as Luo Jinxiao was about to counter, a flash of red light caught her eye. Her heart leapt with joy as she put her hands down, pretending to be frightened and tilting her head away.

Suddenly, a pale arm blocked her path, effortlessly grasping Qingyi’s wrist and forcing the blade away.

“Demon—demon lord,” Qingyi stammered, “it was this wretched girl who caused trouble! She even splashed tea all over you!”

Qu Weiyin stood at Luo Jinxiao’s side, half of her shoulder shielding Jinxiao as she turned and scolded Qingyi, “Get out.”

“But the demon lord…”

“I’m tired and have no time to entertain you. Leave,” Qu Weiyin replied, loosening her grip and letting her arm fall. The familiar fragrance of flowers enveloped Luo Jinxiao, bringing back a sense of warmth.

Qu Weiyin’s lips, full and berry-like, were right before her. Luo Jinxiao stared, almost overcome with the urge to embrace her.

But to avoid being struck by Qu Weiyin, she held back for the time being.

Qingyi’s eyes brimmed with tears as she shot a venomous glare at Luo Jinxiao and stormed out of the room.

Qu Weiyin let out a sigh, as if suppressing something within. She cast a faint glance at Luo Jinxiao before turning to sit on the divan.

“Come here,” she said.

Luo Jinxiao felt immense joy. Although Qu Weiyin didn’t recognize her, she was nonetheless being protected, likely because Qu Weiyin didn’t want her sleeping quarters stained with blood.

She took a few steps closer and looked at Qu Weiyin, waiting for her to speak.

Qu Weiyin regarded her with confusion, then examined Luo Jinxiao once more. Stretching her long legs out before her, she commanded, “Massage.”

Luo Jinxiao let out a soft “Oh” and carefully placed her fingers onto Qu Weiyin’s leg, gently beginning the massage.

After a short while, Qu Weiyin unexpectedly asked, “Haven’t you eaten?”

Luo Jinxiao responded with another “Oh,” applying a bit more pressure to her touch. However, Qu Weiyin suddenly gasped softly, retracting her leg and lifting her skirt and underpants, exposing her flawless white skin.

Amidst the pale complexion, two distinct claw marks stood out prominently.

As Luo Jinxiao stared, she felt her cheeks flush and her heart raced.

Just then, Qu Weiyin kicked out her leg, landing a sharp blow directly on Luo Jinxiao’s shoulder. Luo Jinxiao didn’t brace herself, stumbling backward a couple of steps while clutching her shoulder. She looked back at Qu Weiyin, who gazed at her with eyes full of shimmering emotions, revealing that she had been hurt.

“Why are your hands so strong?” Qu Weiyin furrowed her brows, mumbling quietly.

“Come here and pour me some tea,” Qu Weiyin commanded with a stern tone. She sat up, adjusting her clothes. “If you can’t even pour tea, then pack up and roll out tonight. I won’t keep a useless person here.”

The word “useless” slipped out, and both women paused for a moment, caught in a brief silence.

After a moment of silence, Luo Jinxiao stepped forward to pour tea for Qu Weiyin, placing the cup gently in her hands.

Qu Weiyin too remained silent, sipping her tea without a word. However, her gaze lingered on Luo Jinxiao, causing a chill to run down Jinxiao’s spine, even as she felt an insatiable desire for Qu Weiyin to keep looking at her.

“Have I seen you before?” Qu Weiyin suddenly asked, taking a couple of steps closer to Luo Jinxiao. Luo Jinxiao instinctively retreated, her heart igniting with hope.

Qu Weiyin reached out and gently lifted her chin with a fingertip. Then, she leaned in unexpectedly, her breath brushing against Luo Jinxiao’s ear, the warm air cascading over her neck.

Luo Jinxiao felt a rush of warmth as she instinctively raised her hand, stopping just short of touching Qu Weiyin’s body.

Qu Weiyin seemed to be savoring the scent emanating from Luo Jinxiao, but when she pulled back, her expression remained unchanged.

Disappointment washed over Luo Jinxiao as she let her hand drop. Honestly, she wished she could instantly revert to her original form and confront Qu Weiyin, demanding to know if she could recall her.

But she held back the urge; she feared that not only would Qu Weiyin not recognize her, but she might also regard her as an enemy.

She could not bear to harm her even a little.

Qu Weiyin lifted her head, distancing herself from Luo Jinxiao as she walked back to the bed. She lay down again, waving her hand so that all the candles in the room extinguished, leaving only one by the window that flickered softly.

“Stay here and don’t let anyone in,” Qu Weiyin commanded.

Luo Jinxiao nodded gently, sitting on the floor. In the dim light, her eyes remained sharp and attentive.

She could see the rise and fall of Qu Weiyin’s chest and the beauty of her features. Just keeping watch over her felt oddly nice.

Though the one she loved was so close yet untouchable, it stirred an unbearable longing within her.

The demon realm held no moonlight; under the candle’s glow, the stunning woman in red lay flat, her breathing steady as she slipped into a dream, while beside her, another ordinary woman in gray remained still, watching her like a statue.

The scene was strangely tranquil and somewhat beautiful.

After an unknown amount of time, Qu Weiyin’s breathing suddenly grew heavy. She began tossing and turning, murmuring incoherently, her words indistinct.

Luo Jinxiao sensed something was wrong and quickly rose to check her forehead.

It must be another nightmare, she thought with a pang of sorrow. Despite having become a demon lord after all these years, Qu Weiyin still experienced nightmares.

It seemed that she was having a very troubling dream. Qu Weiyin struggled, unable to wake up as her fingers clenched the hard bed frame. Soft, gasping breaths accompanied by quiet sobs echoed through the still night.

“Demon lord, are you having another nightmare?” came the sound of footsteps from outside the door, likely Qingyi. Luo Jinxiao raised her hand, and the noise ceased.

Hurrying forward, Luo Jinxiao cradled Qu Weiyin’s neck, lifting her halfway up and into her embrace.

The woman leaning against her was weeping softly, tears streaming down her face as she clenched her jaw tight, a faint red mark flickering on her forehead.

Luo Jinxiao held her gently, rocking her back and forth. The thick divine energy emanating from her enveloped Qu Weiyin slowly, creating a sense of safety.

“I’m here; don’t be afraid,” she whispered softly.