Chapter 2 Eating food, taking two steps, it felt like floating.
Following the map provided by the system, Ling Yuanyuan successfully found the bedroom that the male protagonist, Immortal Lord Xuanyue, had arranged for her.
It's right next to the Xuan Yue Main Hall, just a few steps away from the male lead's house.
It can be said that those who are near the water get the moon first.
Every day, the original owner could see the man's figure in the main hall when he looked out the window.
Ling Yuanyuan thought for a while and then called out to the maid Lu He.
She pointed to the window.
"Go and nail the windows shut."
Lu He asked in confusion, "What's wrong, young lady?"
Ling Yuanyuan said gently, "I'm afraid I'll fall ill from missing you and can't help but climb out the window to see you. That would be bad for you, Immortal Lord. Seal it quickly."
...
After Lu He finished fixing the window, she noticed Ling Yuanyuan pushing back a cart full of immortal wine. Her eyes widened, her face filled with surprise.
“Our side hall cannot afford these.”
Lu He whispered.
Ling Yuanyuan turned around, not caring much: "Ruoshui Goddess felt sorry for me and gave it to me."
Lu He was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
Even after the original owner was brought back by Jing Xuan Yue for a long time, her bedchamber was still filled with things that represented her "white moonlight" (a term of endearment for a woman who is deeply loved and cherished).
Ling Yuanyuan immediately noticed the woman's favorite dressing table.
It was covered in rouge and face powder.
She flipped through it and found it to be quite complete.
Each can even has a label specially attached to distinguish the colors.
The original owner had naturally asked Immortal Lord Xuan Yue about these things.
Xuan Yue Xianjun's reason: He got it from his younger sister.
The white moonlight becomes a good sister.
Ling Yuanyuan's death smile is truly disgusting.
Next time, she'll find a group of immortals to play with, and they'll all be her good brothers.
"System, how much favorability does Immortal Lord Xuan Yue have towards me?"
Although she didn't intend to pursue him, Ling Yuanyuan still asked out of curiosity.
[Xuan Yue Immortal Lord's favorability towards you: 0]
Ling Yuanyuan: "?"
So low, yet they still have the nerve to let the original owner act as a substitute.
Lu He brought over dinner.
Ling Yuanyuan's thoughts were interrupted.
She hadn't eaten anything since transmigrating into the book. Her stomach was growling with hunger, and she reached out to take it.
Upon seeing the cups and saucers, three question marks appeared on his face.
? ? ?
"Do you immortals eat nothing but the northwest wind every day?" Ling Yuanyuan raised her cup.
There were only a few drops of water inside.
Lu He was somewhat puzzled; Miss Ling had been drinking it for almost half a month.
Why am I suddenly so annoyed today?
Lu He hesitated for a moment.
He bowed his head and replied, "The Immortal Lord has never liked meat."
“Miss Ling, you offered to accompany the Immortal Lord. You ate whatever he ate, saying you wanted to adapt for your future needs.”
Ling Yuanyuan: "..."
No wonder she initially felt weak and listless, as if she were about to float after taking a few steps.
“I also want to be like the Immortal Lord, but I’m afraid that if I get any thinner, I won’t look like her anymore.”
Ling Yuanyuan stretched out her arm.
How innocent they are.
Lu He asked in alarm, "What would Miss Ling like to eat?"
Ling Yuanyuan: "Just order eight dishes and a soup, I don't eat much."
Lu He: "..."
*
While the maid went to prepare dinner again, Ling Yuanyuan rubbed her extremely hungry stomach.
Hungry.
I'm really hungry.
Before this ridiculous plot can even be completed, Ling Yuanyuan is about to starve to death in the Immortal Realm.
I heard Ling Yuanyuan complaining.
The system suddenly spoke.
[Host, I just remembered something. It will definitely make you happier than eating.]
Ling Yuanyuan: "?"
[Complete the hidden quest. The reward is that the host modifies 1 to 3 words of the plot.]
What's the meaning.
[The Chinese language is profound and its meaning is vast; sometimes, a mere change to the plot can completely transform the situation. The host can gradually grasp this later. I'll take my leave now.]
Ling Yuanyuan seemed to be deep in thought.
Half an hour passed.
Lu He rushed back in a hurry.
Lu He's hair was disheveled, and her face was pale. Most importantly, her hands were empty.
He took a while to catch his breath before speaking.
"Xuan Yue Immortal Lord... is back! And he's injured."
Ling Yuanyuan glanced at her sideways: "So, where's my food?"
Lu He was stunned. "The Immortal Lord was seriously injured in the battle with the Crimson Phoenix Beast of the Demon Realm."
Ling Yuanyuan nodded.
Arms crossed: "Oh, when will my food be delivered?"
Lu He: "Huh?"
Lu He wondered if she had misheard and tentatively turned her head to the side.
"Don't you plan to go and take a look, young lady?"
Ling Yuanyuan almost laughed when she heard Lu He's question—what business is it of hers?
Xuan Yue Xianjun's participation in the battle was a necessary plot device for him to impress the Heavenly Emperor and Empress.
Whether he wins or loses, it has little to do with Ling Yuanyuan. Those immortals eager to curry favor with the future Heavenly Emperor are probably already gone.
Moreover, the Empress was also there.
What did she go to look at?
Watch as the Empress kicks him from the Xuan Yue Palace all the way to the Southern Heavenly Gate.
Clearly, Ling Yuanyuan had no intention of joining in the fun.
Perhaps fate prefers to do the opposite.
Ling Yuanyuan was still hungry, but Yunxiao, the attendant of Xuan Yue Xianjun, came to pick her up personally.
All the immortals had heard of Ling Yuanyuan.
Upon seeing Ling Yuanyuan, I was still shocked by her resemblance to Fairy Yuan'er.
Especially the diva.
His eyebrows immediately furrowed, as if they could trap two flies.
"Yunxiao, who is she?"
The Empress was displeased.
Yunxiao was embarrassed; he was only thinking that the Immortal Lord was seriously injured.
Seeing Miss Ling might cheer him up and make him willing to take his medicine. But he forgot about the Empress.
really.
The man, who had been lying on the bed taking a nap with his eyes closed, opened them. His long, black hair was loose, and his sleeping posture was serene and otherworldly. Even though he wasn't feeling well, his face was still handsome and refined.
The man slowly stood up, and the hem of his skirt fell to the ground beneath his clothes.
Even though it was just a simple glance over, it was far more refined than anything else present.
The instant their eyes met those of Immortal Lord Xuan Yue.
Ling Yuanyuan finally understood why the original owner had fallen in love with him at first sight.
The male lead has such good looks.
In modern times, that would definitely be considered domineering.
The king of ducks, or simply the king of ducks.
Before Yunxiao could answer, Jing Xuanyue coughed lightly a few times, her thin lips showing signs of illness. She explained first, "Your subject has not yet had a chance to tell Mother Empress that her name is Ling Yuanyuan."
The reason for mentioning Ling Yuanyuan's name so hastily was probably because the Empress Dowager was worried that she would mistakenly believe Ling Yuanyuan was her "white moonlight" and punish her accordingly.
Ling Yuanyuan really wanted to watch the show with her arms crossed.
But in order to maintain her persona, she could only let her hands hang limply between her skirts.
The diva still had a frown on her face.
He looked Ling Yuanyuan up and down.
They are so similar that one would believe they were the woman's reincarnation.
However, she really disliked the demonic aura emanating from Ling Yuanyuan; after all, he was a demon.
The diva was naturally aware of the rumors, but for now, she chose to play dumb.
The Queen of Heaven hadn't intervened because she felt Ling Yuanyuan couldn't cause any trouble.
She separated her son and Yuan'er back then.
This has already created a rift between her and her son.
For tens of thousands of years, Immortal Lord Xuan Yue has rarely set foot in the Heavenly Emperor and Empress's palace.
The job that should have been done by the God of War was taken by Immortal Lord Xuan Yue.
Jing Xuan Yue never disappointed the Empress, winning battle after battle.
Seeing her son injured, the mother felt extremely distressed.
He then waved to Ling Yuanyuan, deliberately implying that she was a stand-in.
He took Ling Yuanyuan's hand.
The Empress said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "My son brought this back? It looks just like it, so fresh and beautiful."
"I wonder if Miss Ling has ever heard of Fairy Yuan'er. She had a complicated relationship with my son back then. I think you are much more well-behaved than her. Never mind, let's not talk about her."
The old witch's smile was eerie.
Ling Yuanyuan could see eight hundred schemes in her eyes.
The Empress waited for a while, but Ling Yuanyuan did not speak.
The Empress asked in confusion, "Miss Ling, don't you have anything to say?"
Ling Yuanyuan opened her eyes and her gaze fell on Jing Xuanyue.
The man paused for a moment, a flash of annoyance at the diva's insolence crossing his eyes. He struggled to his feet, but the movement aggravated his wound. He coughed up blood repeatedly, and the diva frowned in concern.
Ling Yuanyuan frowned in disgust as she looked at the hem of her skirt that he had dirtied.
Ling Yuanyuan: "Immortal Lord, you vomited on my clothes."
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