After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 67
Chapter 67: The Quail Egg Kiss
The faint smile lingering at the corner of Yin Buqi’s lips slowly faded.
He looked at the person approaching, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
“Heh, you’re hurt so badly yet still have the energy to glare at me. What, did I ruin your plans?” Shen Yu sneered, “In your current state, there’s no way you can do anything. Drop those little thoughts of yours.”
Jiang Niannian, realizing she understood Shen Yu’s implication, couldn’t help but blush.
“What does it have to do with you?” Yin Buqi replied.
“Yes, yes, I’m just looking for trouble after eating my fill.”
Shen Yu scowled, preparing to lift Yin Buqi’s clothing.
One resisted; the other suppressed the resistance.
Though Yin Buqi was a cultivator in the Fusion stage, his severe injuries left him momentarily weaker than Shen Yu, who was in the Nascent Soul stage.
Blood seeped through, and the white bandages quickly turned red.
His clothes were in disarray; the scene was alluring.
Jiang Niannian stood to the side: This scene… the more I look, the more it feels something wrong…
The two men exchanged a dark, dangerous gaze.
Jiang Niannian: Should I leave?
Then, with a displeased expression, Shen Yu tore away the bandages on Yin Buqi’s body.
Pale skin lay exposed, covered in wounds large and small, with a strikingly vivid red spider lily tattoo.
Shen Yu’s pupils contracted sharply.
“You…”
Jiang Niannian’s heart skipped, just as she was about to explain, she heard him say, “Why would a grown man have such a big flower tattoo? It looks terrible.”
Jiang Niannian had originally intended to ask Shen Yu about Yin Buqi’s recent odd behavior but kept quiet after hearing this.
Apparently, Shen Yu didn’t know either.
The tightly clenched fingers of Yin Buqi’s hand loosened as he lowered his gaze.
“Mm.”
Shen Yu took out an ointment from the medicine box, infused it with spiritual energy, and applied it to the wound.
“If you don’t treat this injury now, it’ll fester by tomorrow.”
“Shen Yu, could you be gentler?” Jiang Niannian said.
Shen Yu’s hands were neither gentle nor careful, his fingertips repeatedly pressing into Yin Buqi’s blood-red wounds.
Jiang Niannian looked at her cub, tightly pressing his pale lips together, face drained of color yet silently enduring, and her heart ached.
Shen Yu didn’t respond but seemed to press harder.
Jiang Niannian: Damn it.
After applying the medicine, Shen Yu handed Jiang Niannian some spiritual herbs and explained their usage.
“Niannian…”
Yin Buqi looked at her, a glint in his eyes.
In her mind, she automatically translated his gaze: The medicine hurts; only cuddling with Niannian will make it better.
Jiang Niannian sighed, placing a hand on his face.
The faint fragrance on her drifted over, and Yin Buqi instinctively held her hand against his cheek, gently nuzzling it.
“Bang!”
A stool by the table was kicked over.
The two looked over, and Shen Yu rolled his eyes.
“Sorry, accidentally made a noise. Didn’t mean to disturb you two.”
Jiang Niannian: …You totally did that on purpose.
Shen Yu gave Jiang Niannian a once-over glance, then scoffed.
“You seem completely clueless about your power. This top-grade wood spirit root of yours is wasted on you.”
“Foolish mortal! You’re a trash! Beetles yawning—mouth’s as foul as a dung beetle!”
A grumpy childlike voice echoed.
Ever since her contract with Teng Jiao, if Jiang Niannian didn’t need him, he would sleep ten out of twelve hours, spending the other two absorbing the world’s spiritual energy.
That he was awake at this hour was rare.
Unfortunately, Shen Yu couldn’t hear him.
“What do you mean?” Jiang Niannian asked.
Shen Yu handed her a book of techniques.
“Most people with wood spirit roots are skilled in healing. This technique will help you develop your wood spirit root. Keep it.”
Jiang Niannian felt a sinking feeling.
Shen Yu continued, “I’ll be leaving the Rimuli sect. Medicine King Valley is now managed by my personal disciple. If you need urgent herbs, seek him.”
Yin Buqi asked, “The Yin spirits in Qinghe Town—are they under your control?”
Shen Yu looked surprised, then shook his head.
“You noticed something was wrong. When I left Qinghe Town, I threw the bodies of the others into the river and buried Sister Su’s body under the apricot tree.”
“I’d originally planned to ‘accidentally’ uncover her body, leading you to use soul-searching techniques to find the truth. But by the time we arrived, her body had already been dug up and controlled by forbidden techniques to attack us.”
Yin Buqi pressed further, “You must know who tampered with the formation. Such a large array would be impossible for you alone at the Nascent Soul stage.”
Shen Yu’s eyes flickered.
“He helped me; I wouldn’t betray him.”
Jiang Niannian listened, her mind racing.
She’d long suspected that someone as gentle as Shen Susu, who even urged Shen Yu to let go before her death, couldn’t have turned into someone heartless afterward; she must’ve been controlled.
Ever since she transmigrated into the book, many developments had diverged from the original plot.
The same people doing different things created subtle changes.
Could her influence on Yin Buqi’s path have altered the actions of others too?
The altered formation leading to the Secret Realm, the extinction of the Wei people, the seven dragon balls belonging to Tang Murou fell apart, the eerie spider lily tattoo on Yin Buqi…
Wait, the Wei people’s extinction!
Though the novel’s plot was already blurred in her memory, certain details remained.
The story mentioned the female lead winning Shen Yu’s favor by saving his mother.
But if Shen Yu’s clan was exterminated, where was this mother?
“Niannian?”
Yin Buqi’s voice brought her back.
Shen Yu was gathering his medical supplies, ready to leave.
“Shen Yu!” Jiang Niannian suddenly stood up, calling out to him.
“Hmm?” Shen Yu turned around.
What should she ask?
Ask him if he has a mother?
She could already imagine Shen Yu’s sarcastic response: “Are you mentally ill?”
She sat back down, a bit flustered.
“You… you take care.”
The worry in her eyes was evident, and Shen Yu’s beating violently.
His throat tightened as he murmured, “Mm.”
He adjusted his hat, then left without another word.
“What were you thinking about just now?” Yin Buqi asked.
Jiang Niannian wasn’t yet ready to explain her transmigration to him, so she simply said, “I was wondering about the one who tampered with the formation.”
Yin Buqi said, “It was Wen Shili.”
“Wen Shili?! Why would he do that?”
“In this world, only his disciple could make him break his rules.”
“How did you figure that out?”
Yin Buqi moved closer, pulling her into his arms as he toyed with her fingers, casually answering, “This time, he was in charge of the Immortal Alliance Conference, giving him access to the formation. The array’s size and intensity required a Mahayana stage cultivator. He’s the prime suspect.”
Jiang Niannian nodded, “By your reasoning, it does make sense. Wen Shili’s reputation as impartial and cold makes it hard to suspect him.”
“Sometimes, indifference is the greatest fault.”
Yin Buqi lowered his head, his eyes flickering with unreadable thoughts.
Then he added, “Niannian, I’m hungry.”
Jiang Niannian hummed in acknowledgment, glancing at the window where the night outside was darkening.
They hadn’t eaten dinner yet.
She habitually touched her forehead to his, checking his fever before going downstairs to find food.
After a while, she returned with a wooden tray.
The tray held two bowls of porridge, some pickled vegetables, and a plate of quail eggs.
They sat across from each other, Jiang Niannian eating her porridge, while Yin Buqi simply stared at her.
“This late, the kitchen didn’t have much left, Buqi. We’ll just have to make do,” she said.
“Mm.”
Yin Buqi leaned over and ate the porridge off her spoon.
Jiang Niannian: There’s another bowl right there…
She set down her spoon and picked up a white, pearl-like quail egg with her chopsticks, popping it into her mouth.
Yin Buqi leaned his body towards her, his red eyes dark and intent, as he held her chin and drew closer.
Jiang Niannian was startled, “Buqi!”
Her lips parted just as he intended.
Soft lips and tongues touched and intertwined, sending a tingling sensation down Jiang Niannian’s spine.
Yin Buqi released her and chewed the quail egg in his mouth.
His pale lips curved into a smile, enchanting in the moonlight.
“The food from Niannian’s mouth does taste better.”
