I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 8

Yin Beiqing quickly realized that the soul power within her was recovering at a rapid pace. In the past, she would have had to spend at least a day and a night, supplemented by medicinal pills, to reach this level of recovery.

It seemed that all of this was also the work of this beast soul.

As one detail after another about Yan Yu aligned with the prophecy, Yin Beiqing’s constant suspicion began to waver.

Perhaps she truly was the Goddess from the prophecy who would bring new life to this continent.

Yin Beiqing remembered the latter half of the prophecy that had tormented her for most of her life:

[He who possesses twin beast souls shall be a scourge upon the world, a plague that cannot be eradicated; only the Goddess can rescue the masses from the depths of fire and water.]

This was the other reason why Yin Beiqing was so obsessed with finding the “Goddess.”

As that very “scourge,” she sought redemption more urgently than anyone else.

She scooped up the beast soul that was currently acting cute and looked ahead. Yan Yu, sleeping peacefully, was floating on the water’s surface. Yin Beiqing walked over step by step, reaching out her arms to lift the girl up by the waist.

Yan Yu’s clothes had long been soaked through, clinging thinly to her body. Her waist was as slender as a willow, her skin like congealed jade; even in this posture, the gaunt shape of her ribs was faintly visible.

Yin Beiqing took one look, frowned, and looked away.

Thin as a rail—no wonder she always looks so sickly, like she might kick the bucket at any moment.

Yin Beiqing stepped out of the pool with little patience, but her grip was no longer the crude “sack-of-potatoes” carry. She supported Yan Yu’s knees and shoulders with both hands, letting the girl’s head rest against her own chest, carrying her steadily all the way back to her own room.

The maid waiting at the door was startled to see the two of them soaking wet. She hurried forward to take Yan Yu, but Yin Beiqing dodged her.

“I’ll do it myself.”

Thus, the maid watched as her Valley Lord—who usually flew into a rage if even a single stray hair was found on the bedsheets—placed the soaking wet Yan Yu onto the spotless, soft mattress without a single blink or hint of disgust.

The maid rubbed her eyes vigorously, suspecting she might be under an illusion or hallucinating.

Yin Beiqing raised her hand to touch Yan Yu’s forehead. “Go call Ruan Yuemian.”

“Understood!”

It was already past three in the morning, and the night breeze was a bit chilly. The maid’s skirt fluttered in the wind. Having cultivated soul power to a certain level, her constitution had improved, so she didn’t feel particularly cold. However, remembering how that so-called Goddess looked like someone who would catch a cold or fall ill easily, she decided to stop by the kitchen to boil some hot water on her way back.

Arriving at Ruan Yuemian’s door, she knocked cautiously. “Miss Ruan, the Valley Lord requests you get up and go to her residence immediately.”

At this hour, Ruan Yuemian was certainly asleep. However, at her level of cultivation, she could control her consciousness at will; even while sleeping, she kept a portion of her soul power extended outward, remaining alert to the slightest movement.

There was silence in the room for a long time, but the maid knew she had been heard. Fearing that a long delay would provoke Yin Beiqing’s anger, she plucked up the courage to knock again.

“The Valley Lord just returned from the Cobalt Rhodium Spring carrying the unconscious Goddess. Both of them look quite unwell; she is waiting for you urgently.”

This time, there was finally a sound. The door slammed open, and a neatly dressed Ruan Yuemian emerged with a cold face, carrying a medicine box. “Is Yin Beiqing insane? Waking me up in the middle of the night just to serve her little Goddess?”

From the first time she saw Yan Yu, she knew the girl was trouble. Sure enough, in just two days, she’d managed to toss a whole basket of work her way.

The maid lowered her head, not daring to make a sound.

In Langdie Valley, probably only the two lawless Guardians dared to complain about the Valley Lord behind her back. But while they might be fine saying it, if a maid echoed them and it reached the Master’s ears, it would mean losing her head.

“What are you standing there for? Lead the way.”

“Right away, right away.” The maid knew this woman was a “knife-mouth with a tofu-heart.” This wasn’t the first time she’d been woken up to treat someone; she complained every time, but she always went with a grim face to heal the person.

The maid split off at the kitchen while Ruan Yuemian went straight ahead. She arrived at Yin Beiqing’s bedside, pushing the door open without knocking.

However, it seemed her timing was poor.

“Get out!” From behind the white bed curtains, Yin Beiqing first pulled a small blanket over to cover Yan Yu’s body before barking in a thin, cold voice.

The temperature of Yan Yu’s forehead was rising, accompanied by mumbled sleep-talk. Although Yin Beiqing didn’t know medicine, she recognized the symptoms of a common cold. After much deliberation, she had decided to personally change the girl out of her soaked clothes—only for that ill-mannered Ruan Yuemian to charge in without knocking.

Ruan Yuemian, however, didn’t react much to the shouting. She clicked her tongue and backed out, closing the door. “Is it your first time serving someone? Are you used to it yet? Don’t use too much force and dislocate her arm—I’d just have to be sent back in to sew it up.”

Yin Beiqing naturally didn’t answer her, but after seeing the red marks on Yan Yu’s shoulder that she had pinched earlier, she still reluctantly lightened her touch.

This sickly girl is far too fragile.

Once the clothes were changed, Ruan Yuemian was allowed into the room. She looked the girl over from head to toe. “Where is the injury?”

“There is no injury.”

“You called me here for someone without an injury?”

“She looks like she’s in pain.” Yin Beiqing pinched Yan Yu’s pale face to turn her head straight, pointing her out to Ruan Yuemian. “Look, doesn’t she look like she’s about to stop breathing?”

Ruan Yuemian was almost laughed to anger. “Wouldn’t it be fine if you just fed her two Soul-Gathering Pills?”

“I already fed them to her; they didn’t work.” Yin Beiqing’s voice held no emotion. “Don’t you know some folk medical arts? Check her.”

Ruan Yuemian exhaled a long breath. Even though she was full of “waking-up rage,” she couldn’t overcome the “Living Yama’s” persistent gaze. She reached out and placed her fingers on Yan Yu’s wrist.

The pulse was extremely weak and the beat was highly irregular, but this seemed to be a chronic condition—it couldn’t be solved in a short time.

“What illness is it?”

“She isn’t ill.” Ruan Yuemian stood up and straightened her skirt. “It’s just a bit of a chill.”

“Is a chill not an illness?”

“Not in my eyes, certainly. She’ll be fine after two days of sleep.” Ruan Yuemian gave her a sidelong glance. “Soaking in cold water on a freezing day… you and I might be fine, but this one’s constitution is worse than an average commoner. So please, next time, go easy on her. Consider it a mercy to me as well, alright?”

Yin Beiqing felt no guilt whatsoever. “Who knew she was this weak?”

Ruan Yuemian: And who knew you were such a dog?

“I’ve seen her. I’m going back to sleep. Don’t disturb me again before lunch tomorrow.” Ruan Yuemian left after dropping those words.

“Hey, Tubby.”

“…”

“Come out.”

Even though Yin Beiqing wasn’t her master, Panpan couldn’t help but crawl out of the beast mark on Yan Yu’s forehead upon hearing the commanding voice.

“Panpan isn’t a tubby…”

“Right, Tubby.” Yin Beiqing pointed at Yan Yu. “Your master, you save her. Don’t you know Imperial Arts?”

“This… I can’t do either.” Panpan sat down dejectedly on her meaty butt, scratching her ears with her paws, looking very distressed.

Her Imperial Art was only effective against spirit arts; it acted as a shield that could block damage when her master was in danger, but it was useless against a common sickness.

“Ah, but there is one way!” Her eyes suddenly lit up.

A beast soul’s consciousness is linked to its master’s. In other words, whatever Yan Yu saw or heard, Panpan could perceive it simultaneously. Thus, she also knew the contents of the pharmacopeia Yan Yu had read during the day.

However, her brain wasn’t quite as sharp; she had to ponder for a while to recall the useful information.

“What way?”

“I’ll draw it for you.” Panpan wiggled her butt and jumped off the bed.

Yin Beiqing followed her and watched as she dipped her paw in the water from a teacup and began to doodle on the table.

“It’s this shape of grass. You have to eat the root; it’s pale yellow.” She couldn’t remember the complicated names of the herbs, but she could recall the shape and color.

Yin Beiqing ordered the maid to fetch the herb from the pharmacy. After having Panpan identify it, she nodded and dismissed the servant.

She held the pale yellow plant root and walked to the bedside.

“Sickly girl, open your mouth and take your medicine.”

Yan Yu, lying on the bed, naturally gave no response. Her eyelids were tightly shut, her eyelashes as light and fragile as butterfly wings, and her lips were nearly as white as her face. She was so frail she looked like a paper person who would float away with a gentle breeze.

Yin Beiqing simply pried open her jaw and stuffed the herb root inside.

But the unconscious Yan Yu couldn’t chew of her own accord. Her lips partially held the herb, and the skin on her jaw that had been gripped forcefully bore the red and purple marks of fingerprints—looking like she had been miserably bullied.

Yin Beiqing frowned, feeling a strange, uncomfortable sensation in her heart.

Bullying? I haven’t bullied this sickly girl.

“Eat it yourself. Don’t expect me to serve you.”

“…”

The room remained silent.

Half a minute later, with a snap of her fingers, pale blue spiritual power surged from Yin Beiqing’s fingertips. It enveloped the herb, quickly crushing it into a fine powder, and then circled it as it merged into Yan Yu’s body.

Having finished this, Yin Beiqing withdrew her hand. Catching a glimpse of the little Tubby staring at her with wide, round eyes, she glared back coldly. “What are you looking at?”

She reached out and gave a sharp squeeze to Panpan’s cheek. “If you dare tell her, you’re dead.”