I Transmigrated Into a Female-Oriented Novel Where the Female Lead Hates Me and the Villainess Torments Me - Chapter 8:

Chapter 8: A Match Made in Heaven, a Perfect Couple

“Greetings, Your Highness.” Su Jinyan greeted Lin Moran respectfully, completely ignoring Xiao Luocheng seated beside her.

“No need for formalities. There’s a good show tonight—let’s all sit and enjoy it together.” Lin Moran smiled brightly and waved her hand lightly.

Ye Qingyan and Su Jinyan naturally took seats nearby.

Lin Moran looked at Xiao Luocheng, her smile vanishing as her expression turned stern. “Luocheng, Ye Qingyan is your childhood sweetheart. Now that you’ve seen her, why don’t you greet her?”

Xiao Luocheng was calmly eating. Upon hearing Lin Moran’s words, he didn’t set down his chopsticks but looked at Ye Qingyan with a composed gaze.

“…”

Ye Qingyan instinctively looked back at Xiao Luocheng, her eyes flickering with an emotion that was hard to define.

Xiao Luocheng merely nodded to her and continued eating.

“Hmm?” Ye Qingyan was momentarily stunned.

Though she had distanced herself emotionally from Xiao Luocheng, she could still sense that his demeanor had become equally indifferent. Was it because she had cast him out of the Ye Prince’s Residence?

When had Xiao Luocheng begun to change?

It must’ve started after he became entangled with Lin Moran.

Had she, by pushing him into Lin Moran’s grasp, accelerated his descent into darkness?

“…”

Lin Moran clearly noticed the strange tension between Xiao Luocheng and Ye Qingyan, and her brows furrowed.

Something felt off between them.

Weren’t they supposed to be childhood sweethearts?

Why wasn’t there any emotional warmth in their reunion?

The scene she’d anticipated didn’t happen. Displeasure slowly crept into her heart.

“Ye Qingyan, I stole Xiao Luocheng from you. Aren’t you angry in the slightest?” Lin Moran asked, staring at her in surprise.

Ye Qingyan answered with a calm expression, “Your Highness jests. Although Xiao Luocheng and I grew up together, our relationship wasn’t that close. Now that he’s by your side, I should be happy for him.”

“…”

Lin Moran’s expression didn’t shift much, but her mood clearly soured.

She had taken Xiao Luocheng precisely to disgust Ye Qingyan, yet Ye Qingyan’s attitude toward him was so indifferent…

Did that mean all her efforts were in vain?

She had stolen a useless man, and in the end, she looked like the fool?

Ye Qingyan spoke leisurely, “I think Xiao Luocheng and Your Highness are the perfect match. Truly a couple destined by the heavens. May you grow old together.”

Wasn’t that true? The two of them would later commit so many despicable deeds together. They were like two crows from the same nest.

Lin Moran suppressed her emotions and said coldly, “Enough! The show is about to begin—watch closely.”

The performance began.

At the center stage on the third floor, a female lead stepped out. A musician beside her plucked the strings, producing a melodious yet sorrowful tune.

“Oh, my little gentleman…” the actress sang with a piercing, tragic voice, her fingers elegantly posed.

Suddenly, the entire opera house went dark, save for a beam of light shining on the actress.

In that instant of darkness, Lin Moran quickly pulled Xiao Luocheng aside.

Several black-clad figures silently appeared, weapons in hand, charging directly at Su Jinyan.

…

A flash of killing intent gleamed in Lin Moran’s eyes as she pulled Xiao Luocheng back.

She suspected the Heavenly Profound Jade Disc was on Su Jinyan. The assassins tonight were prepared specifically for him.

These black-clad attackers were only the appetizer. The main act was still to come.

Under normal circumstances, she couldn’t touch Su Jinyan. But after his battle with the Thousand-Faced Thief Commander, he was gravely injured—less than a tenth of his cultivation remained. This was the perfect time to strike. Even if she couldn’t kill him, she could still teach him a painful lesson.

Despite his injuries, Su Jinyan’s senses were still sharp. He immediately reacted as the assassins charged.

Boom boom—

Loud impacts echoed as tables and chairs shattered.

Su Jinyan leapt onto the stage, wielding his folding fan. His expression remained calm and unflustered.

The assassins lunged with blades.

Whoosh!

Su Jinyan flicked his folding fan. It shot out like a spinning moon, deadly sharp.

Slash!

The fan swept across their necks, spraying blood as the assassins collapsed instantly.

…

The fan returned to Su Jinyan’s hand.

“Murder!” terrified screams erupted all around. Chaos broke out as people fled in panic. The entire opera house plunged into turmoil.

At that moment, the actress’s eyes turned cold. She swiftly drew a flexible sword from her waist and lunged at Su Jinyan.

Su Jinyan reacted instantly. He snapped his fan shut and met the attack head-on with a burst of force.

Clang!

The sword bent with the impact and rebounded.

Both Su Jinyan and the actress staggered back three steps.

“Late 7th Grade,” Su Jinyan narrowed his eyes.

“Hehe…” Lin Moran sneered coldly. Hiding the Heavenly Profound Jade Disc from her? Su Jinyan must be courting death.

Slash!

The actress struck again.

“Courting death.” Su Jinyan’s eyes flashed with cold light. He unleashed his full strength. Though severely wounded, a mere 7th Grade couldn’t handle him.

Boom!

After ten exchanges, the actress was blasted away, a deep gash across her neck as blood gushed out.

Su Jinyan’s face turned pale. Blood stained the corner of his lips. He had stirred his true essence, worsening his injury.

Shriek!

Suddenly, the nearby musician plucked his strings, sending a sharp, mind-piercing note directly into Su Jinyan’s brain.

…

Su Jinyan shuddered. Instinctively, he clutched his head. His eyes turned bloodshot, filled with pain. That sound wasn’t normal—it had a disorienting effect.

“Lu Ming.” Ye Qingyan spoke calmly.

Whoosh!

A man in his early thirties, dressed in a black robe, soared onto the stage. He unsheathed his sword and instantly slashed at the musician. His cultivation was formidable—peak 8th Grade.

“Lu Ming…” Xiao Luocheng’s eyes narrowed slightly. Lu Ming was Ye Qingyan’s personal guard.

A scene flashed in Xiao Luocheng’s mind—Lu Ming, under Ye Qingyan’s command, leading a group of archers who riddled him with arrows. That searing pain of being pierced through by countless shafts… unforgettable.

Lu Ming’s sword aura tore through the air, slicing the musician’s zither in two. The eerie music ceased.

Buzz!

The lights in the opera house blazed back to life. The surrounding audience looked terrified, but no one dared run. They noticed the exits were blocked by armed constables.

Lu Ming’s sword flashed again, slashing toward the musician.

The musician immediately used the broken instrument to defend himself.

Boom!

The zither shattered completely. From within, a hidden sword was revealed.

Gripping the blade, the musician clashed violently with Lu Ming. Though strong—late 8th Grade—he was still no match for Lu Ming.