I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 8
This, too, seemed to be the work of this Animal Spirit.
One after another, the aspects of Yan Yu that aligned with the prophecy began to shake Yin Beiqing’s initial, persistent doubts about her.
Perhaps she truly was the goddess foretold in the prophecy, the one who would bring rebirth to this continent.
Yin Beiqing remembered the latter half of the prophecy that had tormented her for most of her life.
“The bearer of twin Animal Spirits brings calamity to the mortal realm, an endless scourge. Only the goddess can rescue the people from fire and water.”
This was another reason why Yin Beiqing was so fixated on finding the “Goddess .”
As the calamity herself, she yearned for salvation more desperately than anyone.
She scooped up the Animal Spirit that was currently acting cute, lifted her gaze, and saw Yan Yu floating peacefully on the water’s surface, her sleeping expression serene. Step by step, Yin Beiqing walked over, reached out, and lifted her by the waist.
Yan Yu’s clothes were long soaked through, clinging thinly to her body. Her waist was slender as a willow, her skin like congealed jade. Even in this position, the faint outline of her ribs could be glimpsed.
Yin Beiqing glanced at her, frowned, and looked away.
So thin. No wonder she always looks so sickly, as if she might breathe her last at any moment.
With little patience, Yin Beiqing stepped out of the pool, but her hold was no longer the rough, sack-carrying posture. Instead, she cradled Yan Yu under the knees and shoulders, resting the girl’s head against her own chest, and carried her steadily all the way back to her room.
The maid waiting at the door was startled by the sight of the two drenched figures and hurried forward to take Yan Yu, but Yin Beiqing sidestepped to avoid her.
“I’ll do it myself.”
Thus, the maid witnessed the usually fastidious valley master—who would fly into a rage over a single stray hair on her bedsheets—place the soaking-wet Yan Yu onto her spotless, soft mattress without so much as a blink, showing not a trace of disgust.
She rubbed her eyes fiercely, suspecting she might have fallen under an illusion spell and was hallucinating.
Yin Beiqing reached out and touched Yan Yu’s forehead. “Go fetch Ruan Yuemin.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
It was already past three in the morning, and the night wind carried a chill. The maid’s skirt fluttered in the breeze. Having cultivated her Spirit Power to a certain level, her physique had improved, so she didn’t feel particularly cold. However, recalling how the so-called goddess looked as if she could easily catch a chill or fall ill, she decided to stop by the kitchen on her way back to boil some hot water.
Arriving at Ruan Yuemin’s door, she knocked cautiously. “Miss Ruan, the valley master requests that you come to her residence.”
At this hour, Ruan Yuemin was certainly asleep. But having cultivated to her level, she could already control her consciousness at will. Even while sleeping, she kept a strand of Spirit Power extended to sense her surroundings, alert to the slightest disturbance.
For a long while, there was no sound from inside, but the maid knew she had heard. Worried that delaying too long would provoke Yin Beiqing’s anger, she mustered her courage and knocked again.
“The valley master just returned from the Cobalt-Rhodium Spring, carrying the unconscious goddess . Both of them looked unwell. She’s anxiously waiting for you.”
Finally, there was movement inside. The door swung open abruptly, and Ruan Yuemin, fully dressed and expression cold, emerged carrying a medicine chest. “Is Yin Beiqing out of her mind? Waking me up in the middle of the night just to tend to her little goddess ?”
In Langdie Valley, probably only the two lawless guardians would dare gossip about the valley master behind her back like this. But if they said it was fine, and the maidservants chimed in, word getting back to the master could cost them their heads.
“What are you still standing there for? Lead the way.”
“Yes, yes.” The maidservant knew this one was all bark and no bite. This wasn’t the first time she had been roused in the middle of the night to treat someone. She complained every time, but she would always go with a dark expression and heal them.
The maidservant parted ways with Ruan Yuemin at the kitchen, the latter heading straight in, arriving at Yin Beiqing’s bedside without even knocking before pushing the door open.
But it seemed she had come at a rather inopportune time.
“Get out!” Behind the white bed curtains, Yin Beiqing first pulled a small blanket over Yan Yu’s body before coldly snapping at her.
Yan Yu’s forehead grew hotter and hotter, accompanied by murmurs in her sleep. Though Yin Beiqing knew nothing of medicine, she recognized the symptoms of a common cold. After much thought, she had decided to personally change Yan Yu’s soaked clothes, but who knew Ruan Yuemin, this ill-mannered thing, would barge in without even knocking.
Ruan Yuemin, having been yelled at, showed little reaction. She clicked her tongue, stepped back, and closed the door. “Is this your first time serving someone? Don’t use too much force and dislocate her arm—I’d have to be sent to stitch it back up.”
Yin Beiqing, of course, didn’t respond to that, but upon seeing the red marks she had left on Yan Yu’s shoulders, she reluctantly lightened her grip.
This sickly one was far too fragile.
Only after changing the clothes did Ruan Yuemin enter the room, examining Yan Yu from head to toe. “Where’s the injury?”
“There’s no injury.”
“No injury, and you called me here?”
“She looks like she’s in pain.” Yin Beiqing pinched Yan Yu’s pale face, turning her head to face Ruan Yuemin, pointing at her as if on display. “Look, doesn’t she look like she’s about to choke to death?”
Ruan Yuemin nearly laughed in anger. “Just feed her two Soul-Gathering Pills and it’ll be fine.”
“I already did. They didn’t work.” Yin Beiqing’s voice held no emotion. “You know some folk diagnostic methods, don’t you? Take a look at her.”
Ruan Yuemin let out a long sigh. Even though she was brimming with irritation from being woken up, she couldn’t resist the stubborn look in this living Yama’s eyes. She reached out and pressed her fingers against Yan Yu’s wrist.
This person’s pulse was extremely weak and irregular, but it seemed to be an old ailment—not something that could be resolved quickly.
“What illness?”
“She’s not ill.” Ruan Yuemin stood up, straightening her clothes. “She just has a minor cold.”
“Is a cold not an illness?”
“Of course not, in my eyes. She’ll be fine after a couple days of sleep.” Ruan Yuemin shot 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 ordinary commoner’s. So, please, spare her a little less next time, and spare me as well, alright?”
Yin Beiqing showed not a hint of guilt. “Who knew she was this weak?”
Ruan Yuemin: And who knew you were this dog-like?
“I’ve examined her. I’m going back to sleep. Don’t bother me again before tomorrow’s lunch.” Ruan Yuemin tossed out these words and left.
“Hey, chubby.”
“…”
“Come out.”
Even though Yin Beiqing wasn’t her master, upon hearing her commanding voice, Panpan couldn’t help but emerge from the beast mark on Yan Yu’s forehead.
“This… I can’t do it either.” Panpan plopped down dejectedly, wiggling its fleshy bottom, its two paws scratching its ears, looking quite troubled.
Its Spiritual Technique only worked on other Spiritual Techniques, acting like a shield that could block harm when its master was in danger. But against this illness, it was useless.
“Ah, but there is a way!” Its eyes suddenly lit up.
The consciousness of an Animal Spirit was connected to its master. In other words, whatever Yan Yu saw or heard, Panpan could sense it all simultaneously. So, it also knew the contents of the medicinal book Yan Yu had read during the day.
However, its mind wasn’t as sharp, and it took some pondering to recall the useful details.
“What way?”
“I’ll draw it for you.” Panpan jumped off the bed with a wiggle of its bottom.
Yin Beiqing followed it and watched as it dipped its paw into the water from a teacup and began doodling on the table.
“It’s a grass of this shape. You have to eat its root, which is light yellow.” It couldn’t remember the complicated names of those medicinal herbs, but it could recall their shapes and colors.
Yin Beiqing ordered a maid to fetch the herbs from the pharmacy and had Panpan identify them one by one before nodding and dismissing the maid.
She pinched the light yellow plant root and walked to the bedside.
“Sickly, open your mouth and take the medicine.”
Of course, Yan Yu on the bed showed no response. Her eyelids were tightly shut, her lashes as delicate and fragile as butterfly wings. Her lips were nearly as pale as her face, and her entire body was so frail she looked like a paper doll that would float away with the slightest breeze.
Yin Beiqing simply pried open her jaw and stuffed the herb root inside.
But Yan Yu, lost in deep sleep, couldn’t chew on her own. Her lips half-held the herb, and the skin on her chin, forcefully pinched, bore reddish-purple finger marks, making her look pitifully bullied.
Yin Beiqing frowned, feeling an inexplicable discomfort in her heart.
Bullied? She hadn’t bullied this sickly girl.
“Swallow it yourself. Don’t expect me to serve you.”
“…”
The room remained silent.
Half a minute later, with a snap of her fingers, a faint blue spiritual energy surged from someone’s fingertips, enveloping the herb and swiftly grinding it into powder. Then, it wrapped around the powder and melted it into Yan Yu’s body.
After doing all this, Yin Beiqing withdrew her hand. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the little chubby blinking its round eyes and staring at her. She shot a cold glance sideways. “What are you looking at?”
She reached out and pinched Panpan’s chubby cheek hard. “If you dare tell her, you’re dead.”
Author’s Note:
My Sister Yin, saying one thing but meaning another.
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