I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 14

“Ceremony’s over. Today’s morning meeting is canceled,” Yin Beiqing said, pulling out the pins to let her hair fall. “Back to the room.”

The maid whose turn it was to serve her closely today hurriedly stepped forward, lowering her head and extending her arm for Yin Beiqing to lean on.

Yin Beiqing waved her off. “Not you. The Goddess will accompany me.”

Beside her, the still-shaken Yan Yu snapped her head up to look at her.

Why do I have to accompany her just to go sleep?

Why specifically me?

Accompany her to do what?

Right… Yin Beiqing is straight. No matter how crazy or impulsive she is, she won’t do anything untoward to another woman.

Yan Yu gave herself a small dose of reassurance.

“Also, a few of you go and move the Goddess’s things to my side room. She’ll be living there from now on.”

The side room was attached right next to Yin Beiqing’s master bedroom. Though not as large as the main suite, its furnishings were all top-tier pieces identical to those in the master bedroom.

This room was originally built for male consorts to stay overnight, but since Yin Beiqing hadn’t touched a drop of “beauty” in a hundred years—let alone keeping a man overnight, she found even glancing at men to be a chore—the room had remained vacant and unused.

Later, finding it a hassle to go back and forth to the study at night, she had moved a few bookshelves in. In the dead of night, she often lay in the side room to read.

The maids never dared to guess Yin Beiqing’s motives; they simply bowed their heads and followed orders. “Yes, I will see to it immediately.”

Yan Yu hadn’t even managed to get a word in before her residence was changed. She lowered her voice and asked, “Why the change of rooms? I was doing fine where I was.”

Yin Beiqing turned, her silver eyes gazing at her. “The Goddess has a weak constitution, and the wind in the valley is heavy. If you were to catch another chill one night and become bedridden, I would be worried. Moving you here is, of course, so that I can conveniently look after you.”

Yan Yu’s lips twitched. “You? Looking after me?”

Wasn’t it because you threw me into icy water that I got sick in the first place?! A few more rounds of your ‘care’ and I’ll be looked after right into my grave!

“Of course.” The culprit met her questioning, skeptical gaze and tilted her eyebrows with a look of feigned innocence. She pointed to the bloody hole in her left shoulder and started a new topic: “This hurts.”

The implication was clear: she wanted to be served.

Yan Yu originally wanted to retort that there were plenty of maids behind her to call upon, so why single her out? But then she remembered the wound was her own doing, and a trace of guilt flickered through her.

“Do you have medicine in your room? If not, I’ll go with someone to the pharmacy to get some.”

“Just tell the staff what you need,” Yin Beiqing said, her body relaxing as she leaned her full weight onto Yan Yu. “But first, you have to help me back. I’ve lost too much blood; I have no strength left.”

Knowing the woman was likely exaggerating for the sake of acting, Yan Yu knew she had to bear the consequences of her own actions. She gritted her teeth, gripped Yin Beiqing’s arm, and supported her.

As the two walked down the steps, the crowd kneeling below immediately stood up to clear a path.

Under the collective gaze of the valley, Yan Yu limped along while supporting Yin Beiqing toward the exit. She was so exhausted that fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead and her cheeks were flushed; meanwhile, Yin Beiqing, draped over her shoulder, looked languid and relaxed. It looked as though Yan Yu was the one who had been injured.

Everyone remained dead silent, but the moment the two disappeared from view, the place exploded into a cacophony of chatter.

“No waistband, no shoulder pads, and no hairpin… what does a pair of bracelets mean?”

“Whatever it means, we serve her the same.”

“Has anyone in our valley ever shot an arrow into the Valley Lord before?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. The maids here are all hand-picked. If someone couldn’t even aim an arrow straight, why would they be kept around?”

“Wait, there was one bold soul…”

“Who? Who? Which sister was it?”

“Dead,” the maid replied. “Anyone who can lift that crossbow must have a constitution of at least Grade B. If someone with that strength still misses, it only means her original goal was to assassinate the Valley Lord. So, she was dragged out on the spot to feed the wolves.”

While the maids gossiped fervently, the focus of the seven people standing at the front was entirely different.

“She needs someone to serve her for that little scratch?” The woman wrapped in bandages clicked her tongue. “If she waited any longer to treat it, it probably would have healed on its own.”

“Hahahaha! Who knows what the Valley Lord is thinking.” Ying Fan mimicked Yin Beiqing’s tone, delicately clutching her shoulder. “Oh my, it hurts so much~ I need Sister Ruan to blow on it for me.”

Ruan Yuemian glared at her fiercely. “Get lost!”

“No~ I won’t~ My constitution is weak and I catch cold easily. I need my sister to look after me to get better.” She leaned onto Ruan Yuemian’s shoulder.

A hand wrapped in bandages rapped Ying Fan on the back of the head. “Shut up!”

Ying Fan seemed a bit afraid of her and shrank back reluctantly to keep her distance from Ruan Yuemian. Little did she expect that Ruan Yuemian would flick a strand of her own bandages and add, “Your imitation was terrible. Watch me.”

Unable to take it anymore, Ruan Yuemian finally snapped. She dropped her teacup and stood up. “What are you all making a fuss for? Do you have no work to do?”

The six of them blinked and answered in unison: “That’s right, we have no work.”

Yan Yu didn’t expect the maids to move so fast. By the time she helped Yin Beiqing to the bedroom, she found all her belongings already moved in.

The people here really do walk as if they’re flying.

A second-class maid stood at the door with her head bowed, waiting to report. “Valley Lord, everything is in order.”

“Mas… Master.” Lu Jia was hiding under the maid’s skirt, staring at Yin Beiqing with a timid look, wanting to come over but not quite daring to.

The maid crouched down, picked it up, and handed it to Yan Yu. “Goddess, this is your beast pet. We brought it along when we moved your things.”

Yan Yu took it awkwardly, thinking this moving service was far too thorough.

“Sss… it hurts.”

A dry whimper from the side pulled Yan Yu’s attention back.

The maid responded from the side, “Valley Lord, the medicine you requested has been prepared for you.”

“All of you dismiss yourselves. The Goddess will take care of me.”

“Yes!”

Earlier, Yan Yu had seen the arrow pierce through Yin Beiqing’s shoulder; it had seemed quite serious. Once the clothing was loosened, her suspicion was confirmed.

“Does it still hurt?” hearing her groan like that, she must be in discomfort.

“It hurts. Like it’s burning.”

Taking responsibility as the one who caused the injury, Yan Yu said, “I’ll apply some White Bamboo Grass for you. It’ll feel better and stop the bleeding faster.”

“Just like that?”

Yan Yu, who was grinding the herbs, paused. “Otherwise?”

“Give me your hand.”

Yan Yu cautiously extended her arm. She then watched as Yin Beiqing grabbed her hand and, without hesitation, pressed it directly onto her own wound. The force was so great that Yan Yu winced for her, but the woman herself acted as if it were of no consequence. “You’ll sew it up for me, won’t you?”

“…”

To be honest, this wound might be serious for others, but given Yin Beiqing’s self-healing abilities, Yan Yu would bet her life that even without treatment, it would be perfectly healed within three days.

“This wound doesn’t need suturing. Stitches would actually leave a bigger scar.” Yan Yu pulled her arm back, calmly wiped it clean with a handkerchief, and continued grinding the herbs.

This woman loved to act on her every whim; sometimes she was as violent as a demon, and other times she was more childish than a three-year-old. After having experienced this so many times, Yan Yu felt that her mental fortitude would be pathetic if she kept letting herself be startled.

“But I feel like it won’t heal without stitches.” Yin Beiqing leaned back, the clothing on her shoulder slipping down further to reveal the beast mark on her upper left arm.

Some people’s beast marks were just palm-sized stamps, but hers was a massive totem, wrapping from her shoulder all the way down to her mid-forearm. Paired with those sharp silver eyes, it gave off a primal, wild aura.

“Perhaps the Goddess’s arrow carried divine fire, making this thousand-year scourge ache to death.” As she spoke, she stretched out her neck and parted her red lips, mimicking the dry, rasping voice of a dying person. “Save me… Goddess, save me…”

Yan Yu’s head throbbed from the shouting. Unable to bear it any longer, she rushed over and covered Yin Beiqing’s mouth. “Stop shouting.”

Yin Beiqing finally stopped, but her eyes crinkled as she smiled at her. Then, Yan Yu felt something touch her palm—realizing it was the other woman’s tongue, she tried to pull away as if stung by a needle, only to have her arm caught in an immovable grip.

“What are you afraid of?” Yin Beiqing said, pressing her palm against Yan Yu’s cheek. With a thumb stained with blood, she smeared the girl’s smooth, fair skin until it matched her own.

A total mess.

Yin Beiqing loved seeing a pristine snow lotus stained by the mud on a boot, but even that didn’t compare to the beauty of this noble, pure woman stained with her own blood.

It felt as if her entire bloodline was starting to boil, every cell screaming with excitement.

“I am, after all, your most devout believer… my dear Lady Goddess.”