Good News, I Transmigrated, But What the Heck is a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character? - Chapter 3

After making sure Yu Wange was far away, Gu Yang got up and stretched, his slender waist forming a graceful arc in the sunlight.

He was about to take out the warm, watery phoenix jade pendant from his bosom to examine it closely, when sudden hurried footsteps came from the courtyard.

“Third Miss! The Patriarch is here!” Yuzhu’s voice, tinged with nervousness, came from outside the door.

Gu Yang’s fingers paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The Patriarch?

This person, who hadn’t stepped foot in her room for many years, actually came in person today?

Gu Yang looked out the window to see a squad of guards dressed in dark clan robes already surrounding the small courtyard. Leading them was Yu Fu, the chief steward of the Yu family, his old, wrinkled face plastered with a false smile.

“Heh, a weasel paying respects to a chicken.”

Yu Wanwan sneered, quickly tucking the jade pendant back into her clothes.

The jade pendant, pressed against her chest, emitted a warm sensation, as if it had a life of its own, pulsating.

She tidied her slightly disheveled clothes and pushed the door open.

The phoenix tree in the courtyard rustled in the wind, and a few withered yellow leaves twirled down to her feet.

“Wanwan greets the Patriarch.” Gu Yang curtsied, mimicking what she remembered, her voice neither humble nor arrogant.

Inwardly, she complained: Being a woman is such a hassle, so many rules.

Yu Chengguang stood with his hands behind his back, a dark blue robe embroidered with golden cloud patterns shimmering brightly in the sunlight.

His seemingly concerned gaze swept over Yu Wanwan, but in reality, he seemed to be appraising an item for sale.

“I heard you encountered a demonic beast attack while picking herbs on the mountain and fell off a cliff?” Yu Chengguang stroked his grayish beard, his tone filled with deliberate concern. “Are your injuries better?”

Gu Yang’s downcast eyelashes trembled slightly, concealing the mockery in her eyes.

The original owner was already long dead, and this hypocritical face was truly disgusting.

“Thank you for your concern, Patriarch. My injuries are no longer a major issue.”

She looked up, revealing a perfectly appropriate grateful smile, but her fingers in her sleeves secretly clenched.

Yu Chengguang nodded in satisfaction, his gaze lingering on her exquisite face for a moment.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the phoenix tree leaves, outlining her graceful and curvaceous silhouette.

At fifteen, Yu Wanwan had already grown into a beautiful young woman, especially her amorous almond eyes, with a slight upward tilt at the corners, carrying a hint of natural charm.

“Wanwan,” Yu Chengguang suddenly sighed, his tone turning affectionate, “Your mother passed away early. You’ve had it tough these past years.”

Gu Yang’s internal alarm bells blared.

According to the original plot, what should come next is—

“I’ve found a good marriage for you,” Yu Chengguang said with a smile, stroking his beard. “You’ll be married off in a few days.”

The courtyard was silent, save for the rustling of phoenix tree leaves in the wind.

Gu Yang feigned surprise, widening her eyes, her red lips slightly parted: “Who is the Patriarch marrying me to?”

In her mind, it was clear as day: the foolish son of the Qingyang City Lord, to be married off to a living widower in exchange for a precious pill that could help Yu Wange break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

“It’s the Young Master of the City Lord’s Mansion,” a calculating glint flashed in Yu Chengguang’s eyes. “That’s a great blessing. The City Lord said that as long as you marry into their family, they’ll give our Yu family a Foundation Establishment Pill.”

That Foundation Establishment Pill was naturally not for Yu Wanwan, but for his precious daughter.

Yu Wange was already at the peak of Qi Condensation. If she could get help from the Foundation Establishment Pill, she would definitely be able to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, and then she would directly become an inner disciple after entering the Plum-Winged Sect.

A cold glint flashed in Gu Yang’s eyes.

In the original novel, the original owner was sold into the City Lord’s Mansion in this very manner.

More ironically, the fool died violently right after she married him, and she was sent back to the Yu family, thereafter bearing the infamous reputation of being a “husband-killer.”

“Patriarch,” she suddenly looked up, her eyes welling up with tears, “Wanwan can’t bear to leave the Yu family…”

“Nonsense!” Yu Chengguang’s face darkened. “A woman must marry eventually. Is the City Lord’s Mansion too humble for you?”

“Wange is the hope of the entire clan. Only if she enters the Plum-Winged Sect and becomes an inner disciple can the clan gain more resources and establish itself in Qingyang City, and in this world. The entire Yu family can only grow stronger under her protection. Don’t you agree?”

“I believe for the sake of the family, you won’t refuse.”

Yu Chengguang wanted to morally blackmail Yu Wanwan with the greater good of the family and emotional ties. However—

Gu Yang learned to bite her lower lip like a woman, then said as if making a great decision: “Then can I refuse?”

Yu Chengguang’s brows furrowed tightly, about to erupt, when Yu Fu quickly leaned forward and whispered: “Patriarch, Third Miss just got injured and hit her head. She really needs time to recover…”

“Fine,” Yu Chengguang snorted coldly, “I’ll give you seven days. Seven days from now, the sedan chair will arrive at your door.”

With that, he flicked his sleeves and left, his dark robes flapping in the wind.

The guards followed closely, their footsteps gradually fading away.

Once everyone was far away, the timidness on Gu Yang’s face vanished instantly.

She turned and went back into the room, closing the door with a “bang,” and took out the phoenix jade pendant from her bosom.

“Thankfully, I transmigrated at a relatively early time,” she muttered to herself, caressing the jade pendant. “This treasure hasn’t been tricked away by that wretch Yu Wange yet.”

The phoenix tree outside the window suddenly shook violently. A gust of wind carried fallen leaves, slapping against the window lattices with a “slap, slap” sound.

Gu Yang’s long hair was blown by the wind, a few strands brushing against her ice-cold face.

“Want me to marry that fool?” Her lips curled into a cold sneer, and a reddish glow flashed in her eyes. “My destiny is decided by me. No one can interfere!”

Since he had transmigrated into this body, then from now on, he would live well as Yu Wanwan. Perhaps in the future, he could find a way to change back into a man.