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

Yin Beiqing soon discovered that the soul power inside her body was recovering rapidly. In the past, it would have taken her at least a full day and night, plus pills, to reach this state.

All of this seemed to be thanks to that Beast Soul as well.

One thing after another about Yan Yu matched the prophecy, causing Yin Beiqing, who had been full of doubts about her at first, to begin wavering.

Perhaps she really was the goddess from the prophecy, the one who would bring new life to this continent.

Yin Beiqing remembered the second half of the prophecy that had tormented her for most of her life.

Those with dual Beast Souls shall bring disaster to the world. They cannot be fully eliminated. Only the goddess can save the masses from suffering.

This was also another reason Yin Beiqing was so obsessed with finding the “goddess.”

As the calamity herself, she longed for salvation more desperately than anyone.

She scooped up the Beast Soul that was currently acting cute, then raised her eyes and looked forward. Yan Yu, her sleeping expression peaceful, was floating on the surface of the water. Yin Beiqing walked toward her step by step, stretched out her arms, and lifted her by the waist.

Yan Yu’s clothes had long since been soaked through by the water, clinging thinly to her body. Her waist was as slender as a willow branch, and her skin was like congealed cream. Even in this posture, the shape of her protruding ribs could be faintly seen.

Yin Beiqing glanced once, then frowned and looked away.

No wonder she always looked sickly, as if she might stop breathing at any moment. She was this thin.

Yin Beiqing impatiently stepped out of the pool, but this time, she no longer carried Yan Yu roughly like a sack. Instead, she supported Yan Yu’s knees and shoulders with both hands, letting Yan Yu’s head lean against her chest, and carried her steadily all the way back to her room.

The maidservant waiting at the door was startled when she saw the two of them dripping wet. She quickly stepped forward, preparing to take Yan Yu, but Yin Beiqing dodged aside.

“I’ll do it myself.”

And so, that maidservant watched as the Valley Master, who would usually fly into a rage and scold people if there was even a single extra strand of hair on her bedsheet, placed the completely soaked Yan Yu onto that spotless, soft mattress without blinking. She did not show the slightest bit of disgust.

The maidservant rubbed her eyes hard, suspecting that she might have been hit by an illusion technique and was hallucinating.

Yin Beiqing raised her hand and touched Yan Yu’s forehead. “Go call Ruan Yuemin.”

“Yes!”

It was already past three in the morning, and the night wind was still somewhat cold. The maidservant’s dress swayed constantly in the wind. Once one cultivated soul power to a certain level, one’s physique would also improve, so she did not really feel cold. She only thought of how the so-called goddess looked very easy to chill and fall ill, so on the way back, she planned to stop by the kitchen and boil some hot water.

When she arrived in front of Ruan Yuemin’s room, she carefully knocked on the door. “Miss Ruan, the Valley Master asks you to get up and go to her residence.”

At this hour, Ruan Yuemin was definitely already asleep. But after cultivating to her level, she could freely control her own thoughts. Even while sleeping, she would leave a strand of soul power probing outside. At the slightest disturbance, she would immediately become alert.

For a long while, there was no sound from inside the room, but the maidservant knew she had definitely heard. Worried that delaying too long would make Yin Beiqing angry, she could only gather her courage and knock again.

“The Valley Master just returned from Gulao Spring. She was also carrying the unconscious goddess. Both of them looked rather pale. She is urgently waiting for you to come over.”

This time, there was finally movement inside the room. The door suddenly sprang open, and Ruan Yuemin, neatly dressed, came out with a cold face while carrying a medicine box.

“Is there something wrong with Yin Beiqing? Calling me up in the middle of the night just to serve her little goddess?”

The first time Ruan Yuemin saw Yan Yu, she had known this person was definitely trouble. See? It had only been two days, and she had already created a whole basket of work for her.

The maidservant lowered her head and did not dare make a sound.

In Langdie Valley, only the two lawless protectors probably dared to complain about the Valley Master behind her back like this. It was fine for them to say it, but if the others echoed a few words and it reached the Valley Master’s ears, their heads would fall.

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

“Yes, yes.” The maidservant knew this person only had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. This was not the first time she had been woken up at night to treat someone. Every time, she complained, but she would still go with a dark expression and heal the person.

The maidservant and Ruan Yuemin split up at the kitchen. The latter went straight ahead and arrived before Yin Beiqing’s bed. Without even knocking, she pushed the door open and entered.

But it seemed she had come at a rather bad time.

“Get out!” Behind the white bed curtains, Yin Beiqing first pulled a small blanket from the side to cover Yan Yu’s body, then scolded her in a thin, cold voice.

Yan Yu’s forehead temperature was getting higher and higher, accompanied by murmured sleep talk. Although Yin Beiqing did not understand medicine, she still knew these were symptoms of catching a cold. After thinking it over, she had planned to personally help Yan Yu change out of her soaked clothes. Who would have thought that this thing called Ruan Yuemin, who had no sense of etiquette, would directly rush in without even knocking?

Ruan Yuemin, who had been shouted at, did not react much. She clicked her tongue, stepped out, and closed the door. “Is this your first time serving someone? Are you used to it? Don’t use too much force and dislocate her arm, or you’ll have to order me to sew it back on.”

Yin Beiqing naturally did not answer her. But after seeing the red marks she had pinched onto Yan Yu’s shoulder, she still unwillingly lightened her strength a little.

This sickly weakling was far too fragile.

Only after Yan Yu’s clothes were changed could Ruan Yuemin enter the room. She looked Yan Yu over from head to toe. “Where is she injured?”

“She isn’t injured.”

“If she isn’t injured, why did you call me here?”

“She looks very pained.” Yin Beiqing pinched Yan Yu’s pale face and turned her head straight, pointing at her to show Ruan Yuemin. “Look. Doesn’t she look like she’s about to choke to death?”

Ruan Yuemin was almost angered into laughter. “Just feed her two Soul-Gathering Pills and be done with it.”

“I already did. They didn’t work.” Yin Beiqing’s voice had no emotion. “Don’t you know some folk diagnostic methods? Check her.”

Ruan Yuemin let out a long breath. Even though she was full of anger from being woken up, she still could not resist this Living Yama’s stubborn gaze. She reached out and pressed her fingers to Yan Yu’s wrist.

This person’s pulse was very weak, and its rhythm was extremely irregular. But this seemed to be an old illness. It could not be solved in a short time.

“What illness?”

“She isn’t ill.” Ruan Yuemin stood up and straightened her clothes. “She just caught a minor chill.”

“A chill isn’t an illness?”

“In my eyes, of course it isn’t. She’ll be fine after sleeping for two days.” Ruan Yuemin glanced sideways at her. “Soaking in cold water on a freezing day—you and I might be fine, but this person’s physique is even worse than an ordinary civilian’s. So I beg you, next time, torment her less. Consider it sparing me too, all right?”

Yin Beiqing had not the slightest sense of guilt. “Who knew she was this weak?”

Ruan Yuemin: Who knew you were this dog-like?

“I’ve looked at her. I’m going back to sleep. Before lunch tomorrow, don’t come disturb me again.” Ruan Yuemin threw down those words and left.

“Hey, fatty.”

“…”

“Come out.”

Although Yin Beiqing was clearly not its master, when Panpan heard her commanding voice, it still could not help drilling out from the Beast Mark on Yan Yu’s forehead.

“Panpan isn’t fatty…”

“All right, fatty.” Yin Beiqing pointed at Yan Yu. “Your master. You save her. Don’t you know Healing Arts?”

“This, I can’t do either.” Panpan moved its fleshy little butt and sat dejectedly to the side, scratching its ears with both paws and looking extremely troubled.

Its Healing Arts only worked against spiritual arts. It was equivalent to a shield that could block damage for its master when she was in danger. But for illness, it had no effect.

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

A Beast Soul’s consciousness was connected to its master. In other words, whatever Yan Yu saw or heard, it could also perceive at the same time. So it also knew the contents of the pharmacopoeia Yan Yu had read during the day.

It was just that its head was not very clever, so it had to think for a while before it could recall useful content.

“What way?”

“I’ll draw it for you.” Panpan stuck out its butt and jumped off the bed.

Yin Beiqing followed behind it and saw it dip its paw in the water in the teacup, then begin doodling on the table.

“It’s this shape of grass. You need to eat its root. It’s light yellow.” It could not remember the complicated names of those medicinal herbs, but it could still recall their shapes and colors.

Yin Beiqing ordered a maidservant to fetch the herbs from the medicine room, then had Panpan identify them one by one. Only then did she nod and dismiss the person.

She pinched the light-yellow plant root and walked to the bedside.

“Sickly weakling, open your mouth and take the medicine.”

Yan Yu on the bed naturally did not react at all. Her eyelids were tightly closed, her lashes light and fragile like butterfly wings. Her lips were almost as white as her face. Her entire body was so thin and weak that she looked like a paper person that would float away with the slightest breeze.

Yin Beiqing simply pinched open her jaw and stuffed the herb root in her hand into Yan Yu’s mouth.

But Yan Yu, who had fallen into unconscious sleep, could not chew on her own. Her lips half-held the herb, and the skin on her jaw, which had been pinched hard, was left with reddish-purple finger marks, making her look as though she had been bullied pitifully.

Yin Beiqing frowned. For some reason, she felt a strange discomfort in her heart.

Bullied? She had not bullied this sickly weakling.

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

“…”

There was still no reply in the room.

Half a minute later, accompanied by the sound of a snap, pale-blue spiritual energy surged from someone’s fingertips. It wrapped around the herb and quickly crushed it into powder, then curled around it and merged into Yan Yu’s body.

After doing all this, Yin Beiqing withdrew her hand. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the little fatty beside her blinking its round eyes and staring at her. She shot it a cold glance. “What are you looking at?”

She raised her hand and forcefully pinched Panpan’s cheek meat.

“If you dare tell her, you’re dead.”

Author’s Note:

My Sister Yin says one thing but means another.