Chapter 3: Raving about the Male Lead

An hour later, Shen Qinghe was escorted by the puppet into Bixiao Tower. In the western chamber, only the drowsy Shen Zhuo was present, Dongfang Wuya nowhere in sight.

Shen Zhuo, his consciousness fading, entrusted Shen Qinghe with many things upon seeing her.

"My daughter, your father may sleep for a very long time. While I'm gone, you must take good care of yourself. I had wanted Wuya to marry you..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe hurriedly covered Shen Zhuo's mouth, "Dad, let's not fantasize in broad daylight, okay?"

If Mr. Wuya heard this, wouldn't he throw them out of Bixiao Tower?

"You, girl, just lack confidence. Don't you realize what a stunning beauty you are? If it weren't for that birthmark on your nose, you would be the number one beauty in the South Desolate Continent."

Seeing that her father could still boast so proudly lifted Shen Qinghe's spirits.

After all, in her father's eyes, she was the best in the world, the most beautiful, and whoever married her would be the luckiest. Initially fooled by his nonsense, she truly believed that Yan Changsheng had feelings for her, which is why she didn't stop Elder Shen from letting Yan Changsheng agree to marry her.

Otherwise, today's disaster would never have occurred.

Dongfang Wuya was in the eastern chamber, not intending to eavesdrop on the conversation between Shen and his daughter, but the father-daughter duo talked endlessly, as though they would never run out of topics.

"Qinghe, you must live well. When your father awakens, I will take you to the Northern Wasteland Continent, okay?" Shen Zhuo gripped Shen Qinghe's hand, his eyelids growing heavy, "Promise me, you must wait for your father to wake up."

Shen Qinghe whispered softly, "Okay, dad, have a good sleep."

Although she knew she wouldn't live to see that day, she didn't mind letting Elder Shen sleep peacefully.

Dongfang Wuya stood in the shadows, watching the silhouette of the girl in the flickering light, noticing how she casually wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, wondering if she was using a sorrowful tactic on him?

If he saved her and she really offered herself to him, what would he do then?

No matter how he thought about it, the deal didn't seem worth it.

Shen Qinghe stayed by Shen Zhuo's bedside, wanting to take one last look before she addressed her final concern, feeling her life force rapidly fading.

She slowly closed her eyes and felt an unprecedented calmness. Her only regret was that she couldn't see Shen Zhiyao before her death, nor could she warn Shen Zhiyao not to provoke some of the main characters in the book.

As she lay dying, she saw a figure clothed in red approaching her.

The person rudely pinched her chin, looking her over, "The number one beauty of the world Shen Zhuo spoke of, is this it?"

She looked at the person in a strange position, her pupils dissipated, barely hearing his threats, "I can save you, but you must not offer yourself to me; otherwise, I'll pull out your tongue and chop off your limbs. Do you understand?"

Shen Qinghe, hanging on to her last breath, could not reply, but managed to weakly blink her eyes.

Indeed, he was one of the critically insane male leads; despite his good looks, his heart was wicked.

Dongfang Wuya felt the girl's skin beneath his palm, slippery as silk, pleasing to touch. He couldn't help but gently caress it. Even her pale and dry lips seemed pitifully alluring.

He clutched her chin, his fingertips seemingly inadvertently caressing her lips. The girl involuntarily opened her mouth slightly, revealing a small part of her pink tongue, mysteriously enticing.

He stared blankly for a while, curiously rolling her tender tongue with his fingertip, displaying an affectionate familiarity.

The girl's consciousness was blurred, and her excessively frail body instinctively shuddered, as if trying to dodge his touch.

His eyes darkened, and finally, he stopped teasing the pitiful girl. He threw a fragrant elixir into her mouth and then closed her lips, "Tsk, such a fine thing is actually wasted on a little wretch like you."

**

Ever since Shen Qinghe walked through Ghost Gate Pass, she, who lacked a Spirit Root, surprisingly found an opportunity; unfortunately, she could only absorb Spiritual Energy when near the main characters.

After a month of recuperation and cultivation, she had completely transformed.

Ten days ago, Shen Zhiyao returned from a training expedition to find Elder Shen in a coma, Yan Changsheng cancelling his engagement, and Xiao Chen attracted to Nan Sheng. With the drive to avenge her father and her urgency to protect her sister, coupled with Shen Zhiyao's possessiveness over Xiao Chen, Shen Zhiyao lost her reason and decided to poison Nan Sheng with Bewitching Poison at the Mid-Autumn gathering.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and also the beginning of Shen Zhiyao's doomed actions in the book. She must prevent this plotline from unfolding tonight.

However, in the blink of an eye, Shen Zhiyao's whereabouts became unknown.

She searched for Shen Zhiyao like a headless fly, but to no avail.

She finally managed to worm her way out of the crowd, and as the people thinned, the Spiritual Energy around her grew more abundant.

Soon, she saw Xiao Chen with a cup of wine in his hand. Across from him, the naively adorable and lovely girl was none other than Nan Sheng.

It must be said that the scene of a handsome man with a beautiful woman was very pleasing to the eye, with a thread of subtle romance flowing between them, as if just a spark would set off a blaze.

Just as Xiao Chen was about to hand the wine to Nan Sheng, Shen Qinghe stepped forward quickly and snatched the wine cup from Nan Sheng's hand.

Nan Sheng and Xiao Chen both looked at Shen Qinghe, who was greedily absorbing the Spiritual Energy from the two main characters, as she explained, "I'm so thirsty, I'll drink to that first!"

The aura of the main characters was too overpowering; she, as cannon fodder, certainly couldn't afford to have these two protagonists bear a grudge against her. Otherwise, she wouldn't even know how she died.

Elder Shen was a case in point.

She pretended to drink the wine, but her hand trembled, spilling the wine. She dramatically leaped backward, "Sorry, I didn't hold it steady."

Xiao Chen's brown eyes half-closed, merely because with Shen Qinghe's retreat, she was now only half a body's distance from him.

Being too close, he smelled a peculiar scent of fresh grass on Shen Qinghe, mixed with a faint aroma of wine, seemingly bewitching.

His gaze fell on the girl's pale earlobe, which, under the dim lights, still dazzled.

He uncomfortably shifted his gaze away, but the girl's slender and tender neck coincidentally caught his eye again, stunningly beautiful in its curvature.

Shen Qinghe felt Xiao Chen's unusual gaze fixed on the back of her neck and hurriedly turned around, only to realize that she was so close to Xiao Chen; as she did, her forehead just grazed his Adam's apple due to their height difference.

Startled, she quickly moved further away from Xiao Chen.