I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 45

Even thinking with her toes, she could figure out who had left this thing behind.

Yan Yu narrowed her eyes and lifted it up, but after studying it for a long time, she still could not figure out what pattern it was supposed to be.

All she could say was that Yin Beiqing’s embroidery was even more abstract than her little niece’s drawings.

Although she did not know why the other party had suddenly wanted to give her a sachet, Yan Yu did not think too much about it.

Who could possibly figure out Yin Beiqing’s whims?

Today she gave a sachet; tomorrow she fed someone to wild wolves. It was not impossible.

After thinking it through, Yan Yu rubbed her forehead and continued opening that physical arts illustrated manual to read.

She kept reading until the light around her dimmed. Only then did she realize it was already evening. A knock sounded at the door. It was the maidservant delivering dinner.

When the maidservant was about to leave, Yan Yu called out and stopped her, whispering a few words into her ear. Only after receiving the other party’s affirmative answer did she smile and say goodbye.

After that, Yan Yu walked to the doorway and carried the two mud-covered cubs home to eat.

“Master, Master, look! I made a little mud person for you.” Panpan held up a lump of mud with both paws and passed it over. “Doesn’t it look just like you?”

“I made one too.” Lujia used its head to nudge its own over to Yan Yu’s hand.

Yan Yu picked them up one by one to look. Her mood was good, but the smile at the corner of her mouth was squeezed out with great difficulty. “Very pretty.”

The two mud people had three legs, seven arms, and five eyes combined. Other than that slightly perfunctory “pretty,” Yan Yu really could not praise them with any other word.

All she could say was that their artistic talent was about on par with Yin Beiqing’s, and all of it was hard to compliment.

“Hehehe. If you like them, put them at the head of the bed.” Panpan’s cheeks puffed out when it smiled. “That way, when they sleep with you at night, you won’t be scared.”

Yan Yu silently pressed back the eyeball that had fallen off one of the mud people and smiled bitterly. “All right.”

With them keeping her company, she was afraid her nightmares would become even more frequent.

“You must be hungry after playing all afternoon.” She carried the two dirty little ones off the chair. “Go shake the mud off your bodies first, wash your paws clean, then come eat.”

“Awo, got it.”

…

After dinner, Yan Yu instinctively picked up a book again, only to belatedly realize that she had already finished reading the physical arts book that afternoon.

Her gaze fell on the sachet on the table again. She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then got up and took needle and thread out of the drawer, beginning to work.

She had first learned embroidery from her mother. Later, she found that doing this could quickly calm her heart, so she had continued it ever since.

The pattern on a sachet was only half the size of a palm. For her, it took less than an hour to complete. The fine needle quickly shuttled through the cloth, and the thread at the end of the needle wound into neat, tight rows. Under her hands, the pattern gradually became complete.

After finishing the pattern, she got up and went to the jar to add the inner filling to the sachet. After sewing one layer, she wrapped another layer of cotton around the outside, then put on a third layer. Doing this not only made the sachet’s shape full, it could also reduce shock and extend the lifespan of the inner pouch. This was likewise a little trick taught by her mother, who had studied craftsmanship.

After finishing all this, she instructed the two cubs to stay in the room and not run around. Then she took her things and headed to the cold storage.

The cold storage was not far. It took about ten minutes to walk there. Most of the things stored here were precious pills that were difficult to preserve. Only Ruan Yuemin went in and out often.

Yan Yu’s key had also been obtained from her. She stood at the door and was just about to use the key to open it when she discovered that the door was ajar.

If a maidservant or Ruan Yuemin had come, they should have remembered to close the door behind them. How could…

Yan Yu gently pulled open a crack. When she leaned closer, she heard a faint huffing sound inside. Listening carefully, there was also the sound of flapping wings.

A bird?

But what bird was so capable that it could open the door empty-handed and come in to steal food?

After all, Langdie Valley was heavily guarded. The possibility of an assassin breaking in was even smaller than the imperial palace being blown up. Yan Yu gathered her courage and pushed the door open.

“Wh-who are you!” The thief caught red-handed looked at her in panic, yet still firmly held the peach soup in its hands and refused to let go.

Yan Yu did not speak, analyzing its identity from its appearance.

A sharp beak, brown feathers, and sharp claws were all characteristics of a golden eagle. But looking at this bird’s rare huge size, it was at least an A-rank Beast Soul or higher.

Wings, A-rank or higher.

Looking through all of Langdie Valley, aside from Jiwu, the only one who matched those two conditions was Lin Baizhu’s Beast Soul, Jisang.

“Yan Yu.” She introduced herself. “I’m newly admitted into the valley. You and your master don’t live in the valley much, so you probably don’t see me often.”

“Yan Yu…” It flapped its wings, dropping a few feathers. “I know. The goddess, right? My master said you’re a fake.”

“…” Your master is right.

Ignoring the answer to this question, Yan Yu walked toward it and reached out in a requesting gesture. “Can you give it to me?”

“This is yours?” It blinked, and its tone immediately softened a lot. “Wow! I didn’t expect that not only are you pretty, Sister, your cooking is also this good!”

Yan Yu smiled, but still took the jar of peach soup and poured it into the container she had brought.

Jisang hunched its shoulders and walked around her on its claws, continuing to chatter. “Sorry, I was too thirsty just now, so I secretly drank a little. But then I didn’t expect it to be so tasty, so… I couldn’t quite hold back. I’ll exchange my feathers with you, so good sister, can you give me a little more?”

The Beast Soul book had introduced that bird-type Beast Souls generally loved sweets. The fiercer they fought, the harder they ate sugar. Yan Yu was very clear on why Jisang was speaking nicely to her right now.

However, this also had something to do with its original personality. Unlike Lin Baizhu, who rejected people from a thousand li away, the original book had mentioned that Jisang was a little genius at rainbow-fart flattery.

“Wow, Sister, you’re so strong! This jar is so heavy. You must be very tired carrying it. Let Jisang help you.”

Yan Yu did not refuse either. “Thank you. Help me put it back.”

When Jisang stood upright, it was half as tall as Yan Yu. At this moment, it hugged the jar of peach soup in its hands, looking wronged as if it could not move.

“Sister Yan Yu, just a little bit. I’m willing to exchange anything with you. Anything you want!” Jisang suddenly plucked a feather from the top of its own head. “Here. This is my most precious thing.”

The feather of an A-rank golden eagle had great uses in both medicine and decoration. Ordinary people could not obtain it even with a thousand gold.

Yan Yu looked at the thing handed to her. She seemed to think for a moment before reaching out to accept it. “Mm, I accept your apology.”

“Only accepting my apology? Then I…”

At this time, Yan Yu had already carried her portion to the doorway. Without turning back, she said, “Take it. It won’t keep for long anyway.”

Even frozen in the cold storage, something with such high sugar content was difficult to preserve for a long time. She replaced it with a new jar every three days.

“Really? Wawawa! Love you, love you!”

…

Yan Yu carried the peach soup all the way to Yin Beiqing’s sleeping palace. She stopped at the main door and raised her hand to knock.

The person inside reacted very slowly. She should have sensed Yan Yu’s soul power fluctuation and known it was her at the door, so she lazily responded, “Come in if you want.”

“Then I’m coming in.” Yan Yu was not polite either and directly pushed open the door.

Yin Beiqing looked as if she had just bathed. Her hair still carried water vapor, but she had not dried it with spiritual arts. She sat on a chair, currently wiping the Demon-Slaying Blade with a cloth.

Yan Yu directly placed the peach soup on the table, took out a bowl, and poured out a portion.

“Here.” As the voice sounded, Yin Beiqing saw a pair of slender white hands holding the porcelain bowl filled with peach soup before her.

But her attention was not on this. Her gaze dropped a few inches and landed at Yan Yu’s waist.

The lotus-embroidered sachet originally hanging there had already been replaced with the one she made.

Her lips curved, but she quickly suppressed this smile. “Did the sun rise from the west again today?”

Although Yan Yu usually obeyed her in everything, all of her actions were passive. This was the first time she had taken the initiative to do something resembling pleasing her, like today.

Ignoring her teasing, Yan Yu stretched her hand forward again. “I specially saved it. If you don’t drink it, I’ll take it to Panpan and the others.”

That word “specially” clearly hit Yin Beiqing right on the mark. The smile in her eyes could no longer be hidden, but she still did not reach out. She tilted her head back, looked at Yan Yu, and said, “My hand hurts. Feed me.”

She knew that her behavior was occasionally a little excessive. But every time she faced Yan Yu’s calm, rippleless face, the malice in her bones always unconsciously rose up.

She wanted to see more expressions from her, and other interesting appearances.

But today, Yan Yu was somewhat beyond her expectations.

There was no questioning, no refusal, and no cold treatment. She directly moved over a stool and sat down, then raised her hand to scoop up a spoonful and bring it to Yin Beiqing’s lips.

Yin Beiqing thought, Since she’s already like this, even if this were a bowl of poison, I’d have to eat it.

She lightly held the spoon in her mouth. The sweetness her tongue tasted was several times stronger than usual.

It was also still very cool, clearly not long taken from the cold storage. It seemed she truly had not delayed for even a moment and had brought it to her first.

“What exactly is wrong with you today?” Yin Beiqing was in quite a good mood, but she did not forget to ask her question.

“Returning courtesy.” Yan Yu pointed at her own sachet.

Yan Yu actually saw Yin Beiqing’s little awkwardness very clearly. Her forceful exterior was a shell that pushed everyone away, yet she could never resist doing something to draw attention.

Very contradictory, but also very real.

Yan Yu could understand this layer, which was why she could quickly adapt to Yin Beiqing’s sometimes-cold, sometimes-hot attitude.

For someone as guarded as Yin Beiqing, when she wanted to place someone inside her circle, she would inevitably test them in every possible way.

She had to confirm that she would not be hurt or betrayed, and she also had to confirm that she could receive an equal response before she slowly lowered her guard and tried to accept them.

Her standards were very high, but Yan Yu felt that she could try.

It could also be considered living up to what she herself had said at the foot of Yaochi Mountain:

If you were born in my world, we probably could have become friends.

After hearing Yan Yu’s words, Yin Beiqing suddenly leaned back, avoiding her hand. “This return gift is a bit too casual.”

“You’re afraid of being taken advantage of too.” Yan Yu said this with a smile, then took out the thing she had prepared from her sleeve. “Is this enough?”

What she gave was the sachet she had embroidered earlier.

In fact, she should have made one for Yin Beiqing long ago. Back at Li Zhao’s house, Yin Beiqing had said she liked it very much. It was only that Yan Yu had no tools on hand at the time.

“The cloth was found by a maidservant for me according to the standard of this sachet. It should…” be good enough for your eyes, right?

Yin Beiqing reached out, accepted the sachet, and held it in her hand. She lowered her head without speaking. Only her thumb kept lightly rubbing the butterfly pattern on it.

Judging by her reaction, Yan Yu felt she should like it. But before long, the other party raised her head. Most of the smile on her face had already been put away.

“Why is it a moth?”

Yan Yu was speechless.

When she embroidered it, she had thought she should embroider something that matched Yin Beiqing so it would count as a meaningful gift. So she had chosen between her two Beast Souls. After thinking about it, embroidering a white snake seemed not very auspicious, so she chose a butterfly. At least in color, it was more festive.

“Forget it.” Yin Beiqing did not seem to care much about her answer either. She swiftly tore off the priceless pendant at her waist and replaced it with this sachet. While moving, she said, “If I threw it away, you’d definitely be so sad you’d cry. So I’ll keep it.”

Yan Yu: Who did you say would cry?