I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 2

“A Goddess?” Yin Beiqing’s expression softened slightly, but only to let out a light, mocking huff. “Your dear lover said the exact same thing.”

Although the male lead couldn’t recite the original ancient prophecy, he had gathered basic intel on Yin Beiqing through his System. He knew she had been searching tirelessly for a Goddess capable of curing all ailments. When he was captured, he used the same excuse to pose as the “God” (Goddess) to buy time for his escape.

In this world, titles were flexible. In the Kingdom of Jin, a distinguished general was a “Lady General,” and a learned scholar was a “Lady Teacher.” Since the legendary “Goddess” was omnipotent, even if “she” were male, the prestigious “Lady/Goddess” prefix would still be applied.

“Valley Lord, you misunderstand. He is no lover of mine.” Yan Yu lowered her head, ceasing her direct gaze to hide the sharp light in her eyes, adopting a submissive posture. “I only stumbled into your valley to seek revenge on that man. He caused the ruin of my family and stole my beast pet. I pursued him here out of pure indignation. I didn’t expect that to save his own skin, he would dare usurp my identity. If you don’t believe me, let me confront him face-to-face.”

Had these words been delivered with a few sobs and Yan Yu’s naturally pity-inducing face, they would have garnered much sympathy. But she took a riskier path—her tone was flat and calm. Paradoxically, this composure gave Yin Beiqing the patience to ask one more question.

“My subordinates reported hearing you shout at the gate: ‘Yin Beiqing, I’m taking your devilish head today!’ How do you explain that?”

“…” Right, Yan Yu thought, the original body did have that line.

But what else could she do? She had to lie through her teeth.

Yan Yu smiled, narrowing her eyes to hide her emotions. “I have absolutely no memory of saying such a thing. My admiration for the Valley Lord is as clear as the sun and moon. They must have misheard.”

Shring! A dozen swords were drawn once more, but Yan Yu didn’t panic this time. She was betting that Yin Beiqing wouldn’t discard even the slimmest lead on the Goddess. Otherwise, a woman as ruthless as her wouldn’t have spared the male lead’s life after he tried to steal her Beast Soul Bead.

“Admiration,” Yin Beiqing tasted the word, tapping her fingers on the armrest. “Many people admire me. Not many of them are still breathing.”

Correction: None of them are.

“The things you mentioned can be found by anyone with a bit of effort. You need to prove your value before I decide to keep…” Yin Beiqing looked Yan Yu up and down, settling on her only apparent merit, “…that pretty face of yours.”

Yan Yu didn’t speak. Instead, she pressed her palms together, thumbs interlocking and four fingers fluttering, mimicking the movement of a butterfly.

While the bystanders were confused, Yin Beiqing’s face instantly darkened like a gathering storm. A suffocating killing intent crashed down on Yan Yu’s head. Before Yan Yu could even draw another breath, Yin Beiqing had flashed in front of her. The ice-cold, sharp edge of her bone fan was pressed against Yan Yu’s throat, its tip already sinking slightly into the skin.

Another drop of cold sweat fell. Yan Yu fully believed that if Yin Beiqing applied even a fraction more pressure, her head would be separated from her body in the next second.

Yet, at this critical moment, she remained calm—even relieved. Yin Beiqing’s violent reaction proved she understood the gesture. The fact that she was angry but hadn’t killed her yet meant Yan Yu’s gamble was correct.

In this world, every newborn undergoes a test with a sensing orb to identify potential Beast Masters. Commoners see a white mist; higher talents show green, yellow, red, or purple. Black is extremely rare, symbolizing immense soul power and the potential to become a Grade A or Special Grade Master.

Regardless of the grade, the orb usually shows one mist. Yin Beiqing’s showed two—both ink-black and tangled together.

Twin Beast Souls. A symbol of deformity and “male impurity.” In this world, both sexes can carry a child, but “pregnancy” means acting as a vessel for a newly formed Beast Soul Bead, which drains the carrier’s essence. Because this is a matriarchy, men are usually the vessels. If a man produces a “Twin Soul” child, it is considered proof of his infidelity during the incubation—a capital offense.

When Yin Beiqing was born, her father was executed for “impurity,” despite his denials. He was hung from the city walls as a warning. Yin Beiqing grew up loathed as a “product of sin.” Later, a prophecy claimed a “millennial disaster” would descend—a girl with Twin Beast Souls who would bring ruin to the nation.

Countless people tried to kill her in the name of “justice.” Through these endless life-and-death struggles, her soul power became immense, but her personality became warped. Deep down, she pathetically agreed with her detractors: she felt “unclean.” Because of this deep-seated insecurity, she never showed her second beast soul to anyone.

The giant python, Guilian, was her first. Her second was a blood-red butterfly with golden wing patterns named Ji Wu. It was incredibly powerful—capable of uprooting giant trees with a flutter—but it drained her soul power and fought her constantly. Currently, Yin Beiqing was weak because she had to seal one soul bead away in a treasure every seven days just to survive the strain.

She was a vessel about to burst. This was why she was desperate for the legendary Divine Doctor, Lin Hegui.

Seeing Yin Beiqing’s hesitation, Yan Yu spoke again: “You’ve been looking for Lin Hegui, haven’t you? If you spare my life, I will take you to her immediately. I have a connection with her; she might do me a favor.”

Aside from her memory, Yan Yu’s greatest skill was lying with a straight face. She had no connection to Lin Hegui—she just knew the character’s personality from the book.

Lin Hegui was a master of Imperial Arts (medicine), a rare and eccentric wanderer who couldn’t be bought with gold or power. The only way to get her help was through a personal favor.

Yin Beiqing eyed Yan Yu. The girl looked so confident, her words so resolute, that even the cynical Valley Lord fell into the trap. Her body was reaching its limit; believing Yan Yu seemed to be her only path.

“How do I know this isn’t just a ploy to escape? The moment you’re out of this valley, your ‘reinforcements’ will be waiting.”

“I am but an orphaned girl whose family has been executed. I have no one. Besides, what could happen in this valley that would escape your eyes?” Yan Yu looked up, her eyes clear. “Please believe me, Valley Lord. I truly want to help you.”

Yan Yu wanted to survive, but she also genuinely pitied the female lead. If she could help Yin Beiqing get cured before the male lead manipulated her, Yin Beiqing wouldn’t have to blacken and face a tragic end.

Yin Beiqing didn’t speak. She was focused on the strange sense of “disconnection” she felt from Yan Yu. No matter how Yan Yu faked her “admiration,” Yin Beiqing saw none of it. Even when Yan Yu spoke of her dead family, there was no grief.

What she saw instead was… compassion? Pity?

Yin Beiqing looked at the deep scar on her own palm and smiled thinly. She retracted her bone fan. The maids followed suit, but before the swords were even sheathed, a massive stone statue against the wall suddenly exploded. The roar echoed through the cave, and dust filled the air.

Yan Yu coughed violently, ducking low. But in the next second, a cold hand gripped her chin and forced it up. She was made to look into the deep silver eyes behind the iron mask.

Yin Beiqing’s metal finger guards dug into Yan Yu’s soft skin. It didn’t look like much force, but it burned with pain.

Yin Beiqing studied Yan Yu’s stubborn, pained expression. This looked much better than that fake, flattering smile.

“If I see you give me another one of those hypocritical, skin-deep smiles, I’ll make sure you never smile again,” she whispered, patting Yan Yu’s cheek. “However… since you’ve talked such a big game, it would be a pity not to let you try.”

In Yin Beiqing’s eyes, the idea of this sickly, frail girl pitying her was funnier than hearing that pigs could fly.