I Am The Villain In The Novel

Chapter 10: Fallen Flowers Have Intentions, Flowing Water Is Heartless

Half an hour later, Wei Changtian had already explained the grievances between Xiao Feng and the Wei family.

Wei Xianzhi and Qin Caizhen looked at each other, and after hesitating for a moment, they finally asked the question that had been in their minds.

“Changtian… How did you find out about these things?”

Wei Changtian had long expected to be asked this question and had prepared his response.

“Dad, I actually set up a small-scale intelligence organization behind your backs, and they’re the ones who found out all the information.”

“I didn’t intend to hide this from you, but it was just minor matters before. Plus, there wasn’t a suitable opportunity to bring it up, so…”

Wei Changtian’s face showed a hint of “shame,” while Wei Xianzhi paused for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“Hahaha! Good! Good!”

“I was worried before whether you could handle the responsibilities of the Mirror Division in the future, but now it seems like I was worrying for nothing!”

“I’m confident about Xiao Feng’s matter, Dad, so you can rest assured! He won’t get away!”

Wei Xianzhi’s joy and satisfaction at his son’s sudden assertiveness were palpable.

Not only had he learned to use his brain to handle matters, but he now also showed loyalty to his own faction.

Although Wei Xianzhi was curious about Wei Changtian’s intelligence organization, he didn’t ask further.

As the head of a spy organization, he knew one thing very well —

Never reveal your trump cards to others, even if they’re your own flesh and blood.

But since he held the power, offering some help was still possible.

“Changtian! If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know!”

“Money? I have it. People? I can arrange it!”

“Let me tell you, except for killing the emperor, your dad can handle anything else for you!”

Wei Xianzhi became more and more excited as he spoke, but Qin Caizhen couldn’t bear to listen any longer. She gave him a disdainful look and interrupted, “That’s enough from you!”

“Son, don’t listen to your dad bragging!”

“Mother doesn’t want you to end up hated by thousands like your dad.”

“It’s better to be mediocre and safe, as long as you’re not in trouble.”

“Long hair, short knowledge!”

Upon hearing this, Wei Xianzhi immediately became unhappy. “A real man should accomplish something, otherwise wouldn’t it be a waste to come into this world for nothing!”

Qin Caizhen retorted with a sneer, “You call yourself a real man? Do you even know what those storytellers call you?”

“Hmph! One day, I’ll cut out their tongues!”

“They were not wrong in calling you that.”

“…”

The two of them soon resumed their banter, with one sentence after another, in a lively exchange.

Unable to interject, Wei Changtian could only sit silently on the side, but a slight smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Even though he had only transmigrated less than two days ago.

Even though Qin Caizhen and Wei Xianzhi’s reputations in both court and society were less than stellar.

But one could feel others’ sincerity towards oneself.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a bit fond of this cheap pair of parents.

…

While Wei Changtian’s family enjoyed their harmonious moment, Xiao Feng had collapsed at the entrance of Houqiu Village’s ancestral hall.

Though he still had a faint breath, at this rate, he might not last long due to excessive blood loss.

It was already midnight, and even if someone were to wander around aimlessly at this hour, even if Xiao Feng could be rushed to the doctor in time, such injuries were most likely fatal.

Just as he had escaped from the Wei family’s trap and fallen into another, ordinary people would have closed their eyes and prepared for the village to host a funeral.

But since Xiao Feng was favored by the heavens as the chosen one, as long as there was a glimmer of life, there was no reason for him to perish.

Sure enough, shortly after he passed out, a little girl carrying a bamboo basket happened to pass by.

She was the granddaughter of the old man with white hair who had given Xiao Feng the jade pendant.

“Huh? Why is there someone here?”

The little girl stopped in front of Xiao Feng and muttered to herself, “Did Uncle Wang get drunk again? Hehe, he’s going to get scolded by Auntie again later!”

“Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, wake up…”

She called out softly as she bent down, but as soon as she saw the person on the ground, her mouth suddenly opened wide.

“Big Brother Xiao!”

“Big Brother Xiao, what happened to you?!”

The little girl was frantic for a moment, eager to help Xiao Feng up, but soon she felt something sticky on her hands.

“Ugh… Ah!”

When she got closer and took a look in the moonlight, the bright red blood made her scream instantly, and her voice suddenly became tearful.

“Big Brother Xiao, don’t scare me!”

“W-what should I do… Grandpa!”

The little girl abandoned the bamboo basket and ran off crying. She must have realized she couldn’t handle it herself, so she went to find help.

“Grandpa, come quickly! Grandpa…”

The cries in the night grew fainter, and soon, the area around the ancestral hall returned to its quiet and dark state.

At that moment, however, from the bamboo basket left behind, there suddenly came a rustling sound, followed by a centipede as long as a child’s forearm crawling out.

This centipede, besides being larger than ordinary centipedes, looked quite sinister.

Especially its densely packed small legs, far exceeding the commonly mentioned “hundred legs.”

At this moment, this strange creature seemed to be attracted by something, its target very clear. After crawling out of the bamboo basket, it headed straight for Xiao Feng.

It quickly crawled over the bloody severed arm, chest, and neck, finally inching into Xiao Feng’s mouth, tightly coiling up and no longer moving.

Xiao Feng, who had fainted, seemed to feel something, and his teeth rose and fell little by little.

“Crunch, crunch…”

…

“Creak~”

As the door with a red cloth hanging on it was pushed open, Lan Jingyao instantly stood up, her eyes red as she looked at the newcomer.

“You were waiting for me?”

Wei Changtian walked to the table and poured a cup of cold tea, then asked casually, “What’s wrong? Did you cry again?”

“Xiao Feng isn’t dead. I thought you’d be very happy.”

“…”

Lan Jingyao knew Wei Changtian was teasing her, so she bit her lip and said nothing.

Her expression was indescribable, with a feeling of despair.

“Enough.”

Wei Changtian sat down casually and finished the tea in one gulp. “You don’t need to be too sad. After all, Xiao Feng just made a very normal choice.”

“If it were me, I would have chosen the same.”

“Is that so…”

Lan Jingyao chuckled bitterly, her disheveled hair covering half of her eye, the once captivating eyes now devoid of any brilliance.

But even in such a state of despair, she still remained stunning.

Wei Changtian glanced at her, feeling that natural beauty was indeed hard to “give up.” For a moment, he felt a protective urge.

But now was a crucial moment in capturing Lan Jingyao’s heart, and he couldn’t afford to be soft-hearted!

With this in mind, he continued to maintain a calm tone and said lightly:

“Human beings are always most rational when facing life and death decisions.”

“Xiao Feng chose for you to die because he probably felt that his life was more valuable than yours.”

“So don’t think too highly of yourself. What you think is deep love is just self-deception.”

With a few words, Wei Changtian pronounced a death sentence for Xiao Feng in Lan Jingyao’s heart.

Seeing her staggering appearance, he knew it was the perfect time to “strike while the iron is hot.”

“By the way, I told you earlier that only one of you, you or Xiao Feng, could live tonight.”

“Since Xiao Feng chose to live and you to die… and he indeed survived, then you shouldn’t live past tonight.”

“I always do what I say, so… are you ready?”

“…”

Lan Jingyao never expected that Wei Changtian would actually intend to kill her. After a moment of stupefaction, she closed her eyes in despair.

She had initially thought that since life had lost its meaning, death would just be death.

But as time passed, the fear of losing her life surged up again in her heart.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Lan Jingyao, with closed eyes, suddenly asked in a barely audible, trembling voice, “C-can I not die?”

At this moment, she even looked down on herself a bit.

She had thought that Wei Changtian would surely take the opportunity to ridicule her weakness and hypocrisy, but all she heard echoing in her ears were two simple words.

“You can.”

Wei Changtian looked directly into Lan Jingyao’s eyes and said lightly, “I can make an exception for you.”

“But you must remember that you owe me a life.”

“You have to pay it back when I need you to in the future.”

This statement was somewhat unreasonable, but Lan Jingyao felt no resentment in her heart.

She wanted to say something, but Wei Changtian waved his hand to stop her.

“Alright, I’m tired.”

“You can sleep here tonight. I’ll go to another room.”

After saying that, Wei Changtian turned towards the door, but quickly turned back under Lan Jingyao’s complicated gaze, reaching into his pocket to pull out a neatly folded piece of paper.

“I almost forgot about this.”

“Here, I don’t know how to write poetry, nor do I know the rhythm of the poem, so you just have to make do with it.”

“Alright.”

Lan Jingyao was a bit puzzled, but still obediently took the paper. After Wei Changtian left, she slowly unfolded it in her hands.

There were four lines of horrendous little characters on the paper, like an unnamed poem.

Although the handwriting was ugly, the arrangement was neat, indicating that the writer had tried hard to write neatly.

Lan Jingyao looked down, then froze the next moment.

She bit her lips tightly, and read over and over again this short poem which had no rhythm or tone, just as Wei Changtian had said, and a tear as big as a bean quietly slipped down her cheeks.

“I once wished for the moon,”

“But alas, the moon shines on the gutter.”

“The fallen flowers follow the flowing water intentionally.,”

“But the flowing water has no affection for the fallen flowers.”

Two more lines… Did he deliberately complete it for me?

Falling flowers have intention, flowing water is heartless…

[Ding~]

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