She Was Pregnant

Meng Ping's heart skipped a beat. Martial Uncle Mingxiao was famously unsympathetic, with eyes that could not tolerate even a grain of sand. He must have disapproved of Song Zhizhi sleeping here.

What should he do? Would Martial Uncle Mingxiao form a bad impression of Song Zhizhi? Should he wake her up?

Just as Meng Ping moved, Sword Venerable Mingxiao raised a hand to stop him.

"Let her sleep."

He looked at Song Zhizhi's sleeping face, thought for a moment, then took a light, soft Cloud Quilt from his storage pouch and covered her with it.

Song Zhizhi instinctively tugged at the quilt, curling herself into a silkworm cocoon. Her little face rubbed against the soft Cloud Quilt, and she slept even more deeply.

Sword Venerable Mingxiao's gaze unconsciously softened, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Beside him, Meng Ping lowered his head, his face full of disbelief. What the hell? Martial Uncle Mingxiao can actually smile so gently?

When Song Zhizhi woke again, the sky was already bright. She groggily opened her eyes, lifted a hand to block the overly brilliant sunlight above, then wriggled around in the soft bedding, reluctant to get up.

Hm? Wait a moment—why was there a quilt covering her? She remembered that she had not taken out her bedding last night.

Song Zhizhi shot upright and lowered her head to stare blankly at the quilt on her body.

This quilt was not hers. It felt smooth and soft to the touch; the pure cotton bedding Song Zhizhi had brought was completely outclassed by it. It was even more comfortable than the silk four-piece bedding set she had slept on in her previous life.

The quilt seemed to carry a faint, icy snow fragrance, there and gone.

Song Zhizhi was a little dazed. Who had covered her with this quilt?

"You're awake?" Song Miaomiao spoke from behind her. She could not help glancing at Song Zhizhi. The few silly hairs sticking straight up from sleep, paired with her dazed just-awakened expression, made her unexpectedly adorable.

Song Zhizhi jumped in fright and turned around. Song Miaomiao was sitting not far behind her, looking at her with an expression beyond words. Song Zhizhi inexplicably thought of her homeroom teacher from her past life, wearing that exasperated look of hating iron for not becoming steel after catching a student daydreaming in class.

Could Song Miaomiao have covered her with the quilt? The fragrance in the carriage did smell rather like Song Miaomiao's Ice Spirit Root—clear and cold, yet carrying a comforting sense of security.

"Thank you for the quilt," Song Zhizhi said sincerely.

Song Miaomiao frowned, utterly baffled. "What are you talking about? What quilt?"

Song Zhizhi: Hm?

"The quilt covering me—wasn't it yours?"

Song Miaomiao glanced at the Cloud Quilt in Song Zhizhi's hands. She was more discerning than Song Zhizhi. "The satin surface of your Cloud Quilt is woven from Merfolk Silk. It is impervious to water and fire, unafraid of cold or heat. The Merfolk Silk alone is worth tens of thousands of high-grade spirit stones. I can't afford it."

Song Miaomiao had not clearly seen who covered Song Zhizhi with the quilt, but she disdained claiming credit that was not hers.

Song Zhizhi froze. It was not Song Miaomiao? Then who could it have been?

She could not help recalling that familiar cold fragrance she had smelled while half-asleep.

She shook her head. What am I thinking? Xie Xiuji is from the Heavenly Feather Sect. How could he possibly be in the Sword Sect?

Author's Note:

The male lead talked tough but acted honestly, hehe.

She Was Pregnant

Song Zhizhi subconsciously ruled out the correct answer. After putting away the Cloud Quilt, she planned to ask whose it was and return it to its rightful owner someday.

Not long after, the Heart-Trial Stone assessment officially ended. Seven people had earned the qualifications to enter the inner sect. Song Zhizhi had long seen most of their names in the book, but this was her first time seeing the real people.

The elder presiding over this selection glanced at the list and read it aloud. "In this selection assembly, those who successfully passed the Heart-Trial Stone assessment and obtained qualifications to enter the inner sect are: Song Miaomiao, Song Zhizhi, Feng Yulong, Fang Zheng, Kong Xing, Zhong Jing, and Pei Yuqing."

"All remaining disciples will enter the outer sect."

Song Zhizhi was not surprised when she heard the list, because aside from herself, the others' names were the same as in the original novel.

The plot had not changed. What she did could only change the small things around her; anything more than that was beyond her power.

Liu Changfei walked toward Song Zhizhi with reddened eyes. Song Zhizhi thought she was upset about failing to enter the inner sect and was about to comfort her when Liu Changfei suddenly hugged her and said excitedly, "Zhizhi, you really are my lucky star!"

Song Zhizhi: ?

Looking at Liu Changfei's expression again, where was there any disappointment or sadness? Her eyes were red only because she was too excited.

Holding Song Zhizhi, Liu Changfei said, "Good thing you woke me up back then. Otherwise, if I had gone back with Zhang Xing at that time, I might not have been able to enter the Sword Sect."

"Now I'm a disciple of the Sword Sect. Once I complete my studies, I'll be able to support my Household..."

Liu Changfei rambled on, and Song Zhizhi pieced together the Liu Household's situation in Medicine King City from her few scattered remarks.

Although the Liu Household had produced a city lord, their entire family consisted of alchemists and lacked the ability to protect themselves. Ten years ago, the Liu Household's only Spirit Transformation ancestor passed away. Without the protection of a Spirit Transformation powerhouse, they were targeted by several forces and nearly carved up alive. At the critical moment, the Zhang Household proposed a marriage alliance with the Liu Household. The Zhang Household still had a Spirit Transformation ancestor alive, and the alliance between the two families intimidated those who had been restless and ready to move.

Yet the Zhang Household's motives were not pure either. Over the years, they had been gradually eating away at the Liu Household—using the Liu Household's people, spending the Liu Household's money, and coveting the Liu Household's pill formulas. They were no different from those people.

Liu Changfei had joined the Sword Sect. Although she was merely an outer sect disciple with an ordinary Triple Spirit Root, there was no telling whether she might latch onto a powerful backer in the Sword Sect. Those eyeing the Liu Household would have more concerns before making a move.

Song Zhizhi patted Liu Changfei's head, the corners of her lips lifting slightly. Actually, it was not true that nothing had changed. Before this, she had changed the second half of a girl's life. That was enough.

"But that detestable Feng Yulong also entered the inner sect. He originally had dual water-and-earth spirit roots, but some time ago, I heard his family spent a fortune buying him a Spirit-Washing Pill, washing his spirit roots into a Single Spirit Root. He's terribly petty, so you need to be careful around him."

Song Zhizhi nodded. Liu Changfei was rather talkative, but not annoying.

Rankings

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Transmigration into a Book

Sweet Romance

Time-Travel Rebirth Romance

Tu Yanyan

Amnesia Trope