It's Over, The Female Lead Is Suspicious

The feeling I was experiencing right now was worse than someone digging their fingers into my throat.

I still had a shred of reason left, so I didn't just vomit everything I'd just eaten in front of everyone.

Mainly... I couldn't bear to!

Damn it, that was my recently devoured feast!

My stomach churned, and I couldn't suppress the urge to gag. I pulled out a handkerchief and covered my mouth, the center of which quickly became damp.

Ye Qingxian reacted faster than Yue Wuhua.

She supported my weakening body, preventing me from collapsing to the ground.

Honestly, I felt like squatting down might have been more comfortable.

I kept shaking my head, signaling for her not to talk to me.

A female cultivator at the table suddenly said, "Junior Sister Xiaoyao's symptoms do seem a bit like—"

Before she could finish, she met the female lead's emotionless gaze.

The female lead was only gentle when she needed to be. As the highly respected eldest disciple sister of Heavenly Sword Peak, she possessed the necessary authority and methods to command respect, otherwise, how could she lead others?

Ye Xiaoyao was her junior sister, after all.

Given the circumstances outside, Ye Qingxian knew what was more important.

Unlike Heavenly Sword Peak, Bright Moon Peak had quite a few Direct Disciples. A female cultivator in a light blue immortal dress named Qi Yue chuckled and picked up the conversation, "Junior Sister Peony, you shouldn't speak carelessly. Junior Sister Xiaoyao is still so young. If any rumors were to spread, Heavenly Sword Venerable wouldn't be able to justify it. Perhaps she's just feeling unwell from a chill. Besides, Junior Sister Xiaoyao is only at Qi Refining Third Layer; her body is no different from a mortal's. It's perfectly normal to feel a bit uncomfortable occasionally, don't you think?"

Yue Wuhua produced a pill and fed it to me.

I finally managed to recover.

Wow, this little one is really something.

The protagonist's genes were too potent.

After less than a month, she was already this troublesome.

As my first child, I wasn't indifferent to the child itself; I hadn't completely treated it as a mere tool for improving my talent.

My explanation was accepted by most of the female cultivators.

With Heavenly Sword Venerable watching over her, Junior Sister Xiaoyao wouldn't do anything scandalous.

In reality, only Ye Qingxian and a few other disciples knew that Heavenly Sword Venerable was as good as nonexistent, never interfering in anything.

Heavenly Sword Peak was the same whether she was there or not.

Under these words, only Ye Qingxian seemed lost in thought.

Seeing the heroine's suspicious gaze fixed on me, my head spun more and more. It was as if I had "I'm not pregnant" written all over my face.

I thought to myself—why am I so unlucky?

One after another, how many times had this unexpected situation occurred?

The more I didn't want the female lead to know something, the more Ye Qingxian happened to witness it. Could I go back to my past life and win the lottery?

It was just my bad luck.

Just smelling the scent of crab roe triggered a pregnancy reaction.

Theoretically, pregnant women shouldn't eat crab.

But I'm cultivating immortality, so what's wrong with eating a crab?

Ye Qingxian continued to stare at me, seemingly waiting for my answer.

At this point, I could only grit my teeth and, under the heroine's increasingly heavy and suspicious gaze, force out an awkward smile, "It's my first time eating so many delicacies, and my stomach is a little unaccustomed to it."

"No wonder," Yue Wuhua exclaimed, her heart aching even more.

What kind of environment must one live in to have never eaten food with spiritual energy before, to the point of nearly vomiting from stomach discomfort the first time?

This fairy, more radiant than moonlight, sighed again and said, "Your life at Heavenly Sword Peak doesn't seem like... Never mind. Come to Bright Moon Peak. I'll have my master take you in as my Junior Sister. I promise no one will bully you in the future."

Yue Wuhua's status on Bright Moon Peak was equivalent to Ye Qingxian's status on Heavenly Sword Peak.

It wouldn't be difficult for Bright Moon Venerable, who already had many Direct Disciples, to take in another Junior Sister.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qingxian slowly put down her cup and said indifferently, "There's no need to trouble you."

The air crackled as if with lightning, and two gazes met subtly.

A peculiar battlefield unfolded, devoid of excessive emotion, filled only with concern and dignity, which allowed Ye Xiaoyao to stand out among the fairies.

Ye Qingxian's thoughts were simple.

If people from Bright Moon Peak snatched Ye Xiaoyao away, how would the outside world gossip about Heavenly Sword Peak's reputation?

Direct Disciples were different, after all.

As the eldest disciple sister of Heavenly Sword Peak, Ye Qingxian instinctively defended the dignity of her own lineage.

Yue Wuhua's words left me dumbfounded.

Me... go to Bright Moon Peak?

"There's such a good thing?!"

Being able to stay away from the female lead, that future psycho, I have to agree with both hands and feet. In a blink of an eye, my excitement was doused with a bucket of cold water. The female lead's emotionless gaze slowly fell upon me.

I swallowed hard.

What kind of look is that?

If I agree, won't the female lead draw her sword and kill me on the spot?

"See, my Junior Sister doesn't agree," Ye Qingxian said, her fair hands like jade with slender knuckles. She elegantly picked up her tea and took a sip.

Yue Wuhua didn't respond either. He turned to look at me. "Don't be afraid of her. If you're not doing well at Heavenly Sword Peak, just say it. I'll naturally back you up."

Can't find the book by searching the title, you can try searching the author, maybe the name has just been changed!

Back me up?

How are you going to back me up...

I put on a smile that was uglier than crying.

No matter how powerful you are, can you be more powerful than the female lead?

If I anger the female lead and she's determined to kill me, who in this world can stop her?

"No."

Yue Wuhua didn't insist further. He just said to me, "If you need anything, come find me."

On the surface, I nodded in agreement.

Inwardly, my mind had already wandered elsewhere.

Forget about asking you for help. I'm afraid you're too good of a person, and I'll feel too embarrassed to secretly help you have a baby later.

This is the evil quote that belongs to us great villains!

I--am evil.

This child, once born, will it really be replaced by someone else?

The moment this thought surfaced, I immediately denied it. Two question marks are ultimately no match for the value of three question marks. I should focus on plucking all the feathers off the female lead first.

Before the male lead appears, every little bit of opportunity is precious.

It cannot be wasted.

The flower appreciation banquet finally dispersed. I didn't dare to eat anything else afterward, my eyes fixated on a large pile of delicacies for a long time.

To my surprise, Ye Qingxian packed some food for me.

"Take it back and eat. Don't starve yourself."

Facing her Junior Sister, Ye Qingxian shook her head speechlessly. When she saw that no one was nearby, she suddenly asked.

"I'll ask you one more time, are you sure you haven't contacted that person again?"

"You're still young now, you might not understand the principle. You must never belittle yourself. Do you... understand?"

Since she already knew she had a Junior Sister, she, as the Eldest Senior Sister, had her own responsibilities. She couldn't just stand by and watch her Junior Sister go astray.

Another reason was to indirectly protect the dignity of Heavenly Sword Peak.

If it were known that the only four Direct Disciples of Heavenly Sword Peak had the absurd situation of getting pregnant before marriage.

Ye Qingxian's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Master would personally purge the sect and expel Ye Xiaoyao.

"No, no," I shook my head like a rattle drum. No matter how cute my little face was, I could speak nonsense with a serious and solemn expression. "He doesn't even have the Ghost Fire Flying Sword anymore. I, Ye Xiaoyao, wouldn't even glance at him again."

"..."

Ye Qingxian was a hundred times speechless.

This child must have been brainwashed by ghost fire, her mind is full of ghost fire, ghost fire.

How could there be such an easily fooled young girl?

Ye Qingxian hadn't completely dispelled her doubts. The thought of someone being able to lay hands on such a young girl, and moreover, such a small one that could be lifted with one hand, made her feel like she was looking at an animal.

Oh, right.

In the current Cultivation World, eighteen is the age of legal adulthood, and anyone under fifty is generally referred to as a young girl.

"Even with the Ghost Fire Flying Sword, it's still no good," Ye Qingxian said irritably. She shoved a bag of delicacies into my arms and stared at my fingernails, which were all painted black. "Stop reading those chuunibyou comics. You're a beautiful young girl, why do you always make yourself look so dark and gloomy."

Ye Qingxian left quickly.

Dark and gloomy?

What does a female lead like you know about being a villain? If you don't understand, don't comment.

This is the exclusive color of us great villains.

I subconsciously lifted the hem of my fluffy skirt. A strand of light pink hair fell naturally onto my arm with the movement, making my already fair and jade-like skin appear even fairer.

I stopped paying attention to my color scheme and stared at the bag of delicacies, swallowing hard.

I—Ye Xiaoyao—am the villain, that's true, and I won't allow others to humiliate me by feeding me.

But the heroine is different.

This isn't called feeding, it's called an apology for the future.

Who asked her to go mad in the future and insist on the male lead killing me.

I let out two soft hums, feeling exceptionally pleased.

These—are all compensation for the future.

I ate with a clear conscience.

The cave mansion was quiet. I sat on the swing, enjoying the rare peace. My palm-sized feet dangled slightly. Just as I was about to swing a few times, I suddenly realized a problem.

Before the heroine left, she had repeatedly instructed me, still worried.

As well as those suspicious glances she kept stealing.

It's over. She probably hasn't dispelled her doubts, has she?

What if I get pregnant? What will I do then~sob.

At this moment, my smile didn't feel like a real smile at all. Whose face had my smile transferred to?

I can't just spout nonsense.

For the child in my belly, I'll create a scumbag father out of thin air.