Good News, I Transmigrated, But What the Heck is a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character? - Chapter 6
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- Chapter 6 - What a White Lotus
The next day,
The morning sun filtered through the carved window lattices, casting dappled light and shadow on the study floor.
Crimson light slanted across the bluestone tiles, illuminating every tiny detail of their patterns.
Yu Chengguang was hunched over his desk, reviewing the family ledgers. His vermilion brush rustled on the paper, the scent of ink mingling with sandalwood slowly wafting through the air. Suddenly, hurried footsteps outside the door broke the study’s tranquility.
“Patriarch, Young Lady Wange has arrived.” The old steward bowed as he reported, his aged voice carrying a hint of surprise, and a flicker of doubt in his cloudy eyes.
He remembered that the Eldest Miss should have been cultivating in the training room at this hour.
Yu Chengguang’s brows furrowed, and the vermilion brush in his hand paused slightly, leaving an abrupt ink stain on the ledger.
He put down his brush and looked up: “Let her in quickly.” His voice held a hint of urgency.
No sooner had he spoken than the study door was pushed open with a “bang,” and Yu Wange hurried in, clutching her skirt.
She was usually dignified and elegant, but now her hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands falling to the side of her fair neck. Her breathing was rapid, her chest heaving violently. A blush, unnatural and flushed, appeared on her exquisite face, and fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead, clearly indicating she had rushed all the way here.
“Father!” Her voice trembled slightly, her almond eyes fixed on Yu Chengguang, complex emotions swirling within them.
Yu Chengguang’s heart jumped. He quickly stood up and walked around the desk. He noticed his daughter’s fingers clutching her sleeve tightly, her knuckles even turning bluish-white. “Wange, what happened?” His voice softened unconsciously, as he reached out to smooth the slightly wrinkled fabric on his daughter’s shoulder.
Yu Wange took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently again. She could feel her heart beating unusually fast, like a frightened fawn frantically scrambling in her chest. “Father,” she bit her lower lip, her voice almost inaudible, tinged with a hard-to-detect tremor, “Are you really going to marry Yu Wanwan to the City Lord’s foolish son?”
The study immediately fell silent.
Outside the window, a bird happened to fly by, letting out a clear chirp, making the silence in the room even more prominent.
Yu Chengguang’s expression changed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then quickly returned to normal.
He sighed, walked to his daughter’s side, and gently patted her shoulder. The warmth of his palm radiated through the thin fabric: “Wange, this is all for you.” He lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard by someone. “The City Lord has taken a liking to Yu Wanwan and is willing to offer a Foundation Establishment Pill as a betrothal gift.”
“Foundation Establishment Pill?” Yu Wange’s pupils constricted slightly, her slender fingers unconsciously intertwining.
She lowered her gaze, her thick eyelashes casting a shadow over her face, concealing the complex emotions flashing in her eyes. “Is Father making Yu Wanwan marry into the City Lord’s Mansion for my sake?” Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, with a barely perceptible tremor.
“That’s right.” Yu Chengguang’s eyes showed affection as he reached out to tuck the stray hairs from his daughter’s forehead behind her ear.
His fingers were rough, calloused from years of holding a sword, yet his movements were unusually gentle. “You are the hope of our Yu family. If you can obtain this Foundation Establishment Pill, your chances of reaching Foundation Establishment will be much greater. Once you enter the Plum-Winged Sect, our Yu family will also benefit.”
He spoke sincerely, every wrinkle on his face smoothing out, as if he were a good father who had put all his effort into his daughter.
The light outside the window was bright, casting his long shadow on the bookshelves behind him, making him appear exceptionally tall.
Yu Wange pursed her lips, her rosy lips turning pale from being bitten. She suddenly looked up, a strange light flashing in her eyes, as if she had made some decision: “Father, the Plum-Winged Sect will issue Foundation Establishment Pills to its disciples, there’s no need… no need to sacrifice Yu Wanwan.” As she spoke the last few words, her voice almost choked.
“One more Foundation Establishment Pill means one more chance,” Yu Chengguang looked at his daughter in confusion, his brows furrowing even more.
Why was Wange so unusual today? He reached out and touched his daughter’s forehead, confirming she didn’t have a fever. “What’s wrong with you today? Haven’t you always been the most concerned about your cultivation progress?”
“But Father!” Yu Wange suddenly raised her voice, her clear voice echoing in the study. She seemed startled by her own volume, then quickly lowered her voice, but her tone was even more resolute: “If, because of me, Yu Wanwan marries that foolish son of the City Lord, sacrificing her happiness for a Foundation Establishment Pill, my heart will not be at peace! What if it causes heart demons?”
As she spoke, her eyes reddened slightly, looking worried. Her slender fingers tightly clutched the corner of her clothes, her knuckles turning bluish-white. The wind outside suddenly picked up, making the window lattices rattle gently, as if echoing her unease.
If Yu Wanwan were here, she would surely sneer. In those eyes, always tinged with mockery, an icy coldness would emerge.
In the original novel, Yu Wange watched Yu Wanwan being sent to the City Lord’s Mansion without any intervention, and even happily accepted that Foundation Establishment Pill. When she took the pill, her fingertips didn’t even tremble, and a proper smile even hung on her lips.
When Yu Wanwan was thrown into the Ten Thousand Snake Cave by Chu Lingyun, she stood by, watching coldly, her skirt untainted by dust. Why wasn’t she afraid of causing heart demons then?
This outwardly gentle and kind Eldest Miss of the Yu family was, deep down, someone who believed, “I’d rather betray the world than let the world betray me.” In the depths of her seemingly clear eyes lay a mind more venomous than vipers and scorpions.
Yu Chengguang was clearly stunned by his daughter’s words. He pondered for a moment, his brows tightly furrowed, his fingers unconsciously stroking the jade pendant at his waist. “Your father didn’t think that far ahead…” he hesitated, “But I’ve already given my verbal promise to the City Lord. If I go back on my word, it might be difficult to explain to him.”
“Father can just say that Yu Wanwan will accompany me into the Plum-Winged Sect.” Yu Wange immediately interjected, her voice soft but with an undeniable firmness. She took a step forward, her skirt brushing the floor with a slight rustling sound. “The City Lord’s Mansion wouldn’t dare to contend with the Plum-Winged Sect for someone.”
“What?” Yu Chengguang was greatly surprised. His eyes widened, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out: “You want to take Yu Wanwan to the Plum-Winged Sect? She’s just a miscellaneous spirit root. Weren’t you supposed to take your cousin Yu Dongdong?”
Yu Wange smiled slightly, her lips curving into a perfect arc. She reached up and tidied a stray strand of hair by her temple, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes: “Although Yu Wanwan’s aptitude is ordinary, her temperament is steady. She can help me with miscellaneous tasks in the Plum-Winged Sect.” Her voice was as gentle as water, yet carried an undeniable firmness.
She spoke lightly, but at the bottom of her heart, an unknown calculation surged.
Compared to the Foundation Establishment Pill, she absolutely had to get her hands on that phoenix pendant.