After Transmigrating, the Female Lead Went Dark (GL) - Chapter 5

When Xiao Xinyue entered the prison cell, she saw the Cult Leader sitting slumped in her black iron chair with a gloomy expression. The pastries on the table had already been eaten, leaving only half a bowl of soy milk, with a thin layer of tofu skin forming on the surface.

Before Xiao Xinyue even came in, Zhou Zhuying had felt a tiny bit of anticipation. She hoped it would be her, yet was also afraid it would be her. Once Xiao Xinyue entered, Zhou Zhuying anxiously stole a glance at her, then pretended to be cold and aloof as she moved her gaze away.

Xiao Xinyue did not miss that little tsundere look of hers. She asked, “Why is there still half a bowl of soy milk left? It doesn’t taste good? Who was the one who said wasting food was shameful?”

Zhou Zhuying felt guilty from being called out and planned to make up for it, but Xiao Xinyue deliberately poured out the half bowl of soy milk.

“Hey, Sister Saintess, I was trying not to do something shameful, but you didn’t give me the chance.”

Xiao Xinyue raised an eyebrow, revealed a provocative look, and said, “It was cold.”

Zhou Zhuying was naturally optimistic. She had been a little puzzled just now, but now she instantly brightened. “Sister Saintess, were you worried that drinking it would upset my stomach?”

The moment she sensed the kindness released by the female lead, she immediately climbed up the pole.

“Was this quilt added by someone at Sister Saintess’s instruction? Luckily, there was this quilt last night. Otherwise, I would’ve been frozen half to death. But Sister Saintess, can I make one tiny request? This room is good in every way, but there’s nowhere to bathe. If I go one night without washing, my whole body feels uncomfortable. You must know that hygiene is very important. It isn’t a matter of face. It concerns a person’s lifespan…”

She kept chattering on and on. Xiao Xinyue listened until her head ached, even forgetting the purpose for which she had come here. She hurriedly went out to find someone to boil water for Zhou Zhuying to bathe.

“Prisoners have human rights too, okay? If one doesn’t pay attention to hygiene and catches some infectious disease, it could bring disaster to the entire prison. I also know that as someone in jail, I don’t have the qualifications to be picky, but how about we discuss it? Can I boil the water myself?” Only after Zhou Zhuying finished speaking did she realize that Xiao Xinyue had left at some point.

The two disciples guarding the prison brought her a bathtub. Her eyes lit up at once, and she hurriedly directed them. “Put this tub in that corner. Also, please help move the bathroom area a little…”

“Where did all these demands come from? Do you think this is still your Demon Palace?” the two disciples said unhappily.

Zhou Zhuying put on an obedient expression and asked, “Where’s your jailer?”

“Jailer? You mean Senior Brother Mishan, right? He—” One disciple was just about to explain properly when the other disciple cut him off.

“What are you saying to this female demon for? Who knows what schemes she has?”

After that, their mouths remained tightly shut, and they refused to say even half a sentence to Zhou Zhuying.

Not long after, the Senior Brother Mishan they had mentioned entered while carrying a straw mat, a bedsheet, and a pillow. He threw the three-piece bedding set onto the rammed-earth bed, then brought in a basin burning with charcoal.

When he turned around and saw that the two fellow disciples were still fussing about, he said, “What are you doing? Are you really planning to serve her? Put the tub here and hurry up to bring the water.”

Chen Mishan could be said to be in an extremely irritable mood.

Originally, when the sect had assigned him to guard the female demon, he had been rather pleased, feeling that the sect master and the others valued him. But after coming here, not only had he failed to torment the female demon, he had instead ended up serving her.

This female demon was picky about food and had a whole bunch of problems when it came to washing up. They usually only bathed once every ten days or half a month, yet while sitting in prison, she still washed herself until she smelled fragrant every day. How did she look like a prisoner at all? Who knew whether the Saintess had captured a prisoner or invited an ancestor back?

Thinking of the scolding he had received, his mood sank to rock bottom. Unfortunately, he also knew very well how important this female demon was, so he could not act according to his temper.

When the two disciples guarding the prison entrance saw Chen Mishan come out, they asked curiously, “Senior Brother Mishan, how much longer do we have to guard this female demon?”

“Until the sect master and the others finish discussing how to deal with her, I suppose.”

“Then when will they finish discussing it?”

Chen Mishan said, “For such an important matter, how could they come up with a result all at once?”

“What’s so difficult about it? That Demon Sect’s crimes tower to the heavens. Their hands are stained with so many lives. Blood debts should be paid with blood. If you ask me, they should kill that female demon to comfort the spirits in heaven of those who were harmed by them.”

“Killing her would be easy, but using that to intimidate the Demon Sect would be difficult.” Chen Mishan thought of what Elder Zhuo had told him. “The Demon Sect Leader has an adoptive father whose martial arts have already reached the pinnacle. Even Elder Zhuo has no confidence in fighting him. If the Demon Sect Leader dies, the remaining members of the Demon Sect will obey her father. That is not a good thing for our righteous path.”

That disciple muttered, “No wonder she’s so fearless.”

Chen Mishan also sighed. “I only hope the sect master and the others can discuss a strategy soon.”

He truly did not want to serve the Demon Sect Leader anymore.

Zhou “fearless” Demon Sect Leader Zhuying, after unlocking a hot bath and obtaining charcoal fire, also made her own bed. This time, she finally felt refreshed and invigorated. Taking advantage of the good weather, she beautifully took an afternoon nap.

After Xiao Xinyue had been driven away by her nagging, she only then remembered that she still had serious questions to ask her. When she returned and saw that Zhou Zhuying was bathing, she simply went to handle other matters first. By the time she finished her work and returned to the prison, she saw Zhou Zhuying sleeping with an utterly comfortable expression.

To sleep so soundly while in the enemy camp—she did not know whether to call this person broad-minded or heartless to the extreme.

Xiao Xinyue was displeased, and she refused to let Zhou Zhuying be comfortable either, so she lifted her quilt.

In her sleep, Zhou Zhuying vaguely felt her body grow cold. She touched her stomach, then felt around beside her, but in the end, she found nothing.

Xiao Xinyue’s elegant brows lifted slightly, and she also reached out to touch Zhou Zhuying’s stomach. Zhou Zhuying frowned a little without opening her eyes and instead curled herself up.

Xiao Xinyue covered her with the quilt again, then silently sat down on the black iron chair, dug out the two rubies, and held them in her hand to play with.

After a while, Zhou Zhuying woke up. Seeing that another person had appeared in the prison cell for no reason, she was so frightened that she jolted and immediately said, “Sister Saintess, why didn’t you say anything when you came?”

“I came,” Xiao Xinyue said.

Zhou Zhuying: “…”

The female lead could actually tell cold jokes now!

“Sister Saintess, what brings you here?”

Xiao Xinyue rose from the black iron chair and approached Zhou Zhuying, staring at her with a deep gaze. “Where is the Demon Lord?”

Zhou Zhuying thought, As expected, here it comes. She had known the female lead could not possibly provide for her without any purpose. Unfortunately, she did not know the previous plot summary and had no original novel cheat to support her.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you truly not know, or do you not want to say?”

As the person being interrogated, Zhou Zhuying firmly remembered the phrase “confession brings leniency, resistance brings severity,” and told the truth. “What’s there for me to not want to say? If I knew, I’d definitely take the initiative to confess. After all, I also hope you’ll consider my good attitude in admitting guilt and reduce my sentence a little.”

Suddenly, she thought of something and asked, “Um, you should have captured quite a few people from the Demon Sect, right? Maybe you can pry something out of their mouths?”

“The leader of a sect is teaching me how to dig out the Demon Sect’s secrets from its followers?”

Zhou Zhuying blinked. “What’s wrong with that?”

The original owner was a puppet, and she herself was completely in the dark. If the female lead wanted to find out information about the Demon Sect, wouldn’t she have to rely on that group of cult members?

Xiao Xinyue curved her lips slightly and said in a low voice, “In that case, it seems there is no use in leaving the Cult Leader alive in this world at all?”

Was this a death threat?!

The moment Zhou Zhuying heard this, alarm bells blared in her head. She hurriedly said, “You can’t put it that way. I’m still somewhat useful.”

“Oh?”

Zhou Zhuying racked her brains, recalling the plotlines mentioned in Meng Xiaoxiao’s Moments posts. But the plot had already developed to this point, and the male and female leads probably already knew everything they were supposed to know. What else could she say?

Suddenly, inspiration struck her, and she said, “Although the Thousand Mechanisms Cult has been destroyed, there are still many evil sects and crooked paths under heaven that act violently and perversely and commit every evil imaginable. Killing me is not the best way to intimidate them. On the contrary, it will make them think there is no room for negotiation, causing them to directly clash with the righteous path. Besides, killing me will only make the scattered members of the Thousand Mechanisms Cult even less restrained. If they cause chaos then, it will be the common people who suffer.”

Xiao Xinyue smiled in satisfaction. “Not too stupid, then.”

With the crisis resolved, Zhou Zhuying became carried away again. “Sister Saintess, can you change my mattress?”

Xiao Xinyue was probably still thinking about what she had just said, so she had a little more patience. “What do you want now? Don’t push your luck.”

Zhou Zhuying patted the straw mat and straw mattress beneath the bedsheet. “If I sleep on this, I won’t sleep well. It’s easy to set myself on fire.”

Xiao Xinyue moved the charcoal basin farther away with the tip of her foot. “If the charcoal basin is placed farther away, how would it set you on fire?”

Zhou Zhuying pointed at her bed. “Dry wood!” Then she pointed at the charcoal basin. “Raging fire.”

Finally, she pointed at herself. “As the saying goes, dry wood meeting raging fire—burning with desire.”

Xiao Xinyue: “…”

With a cold expression, she walked out.

If she ever again believed that Zhou Zhuying could say anything proper, then she would never step foot into this place again!