Aromatic Flesh

Chapter 110.2: Demon Sect Leader’s Holy Maiden Concubine (2)

Gu MingYue felt as though she could hear the raucous cawing of a flock of crows flying by¹, echoing in her ears. She pounded her chest desperately, tears forming at the corners of her eyes and rolling down her flushed cheeks.

If possible, could she switch to a different and more reliable system!?

As her coughing intensified, with the tea untouched and her body recoiling from the gentlest touch, Jia Ling’s expression shifted from tenderness to agitation. A tempest brewed in his eyes, reflecting his inner turmoil. In a swift motion, the teacup he held shattered against the ground, its fragments scattering like a symphony of discordance.

Startled once again, Gu MingYue raised her tear-filled eyes, her face betraying a mixture of fear.

At that instant, the man locked eyes with her and swiftly rose from the bed. He reached out and pulled her up by grabbing her collar, before hoisting her onto the deck. Then, with a firm grip, he pressed her against the railing, causing her upper body to hang over the edge, parallel to the calm lake surface. Her limbs flailed in the air, trying to find stability in the chaotic moment.

The sudden and intense movement left Gu MingYue feeling as if her insides were turning upside down. Her throat relaxed, and she couldn’t help but vomit, expelling the food that had been caught in her throat. Even the pastries she had just eaten came out. Once she finished retching, she began to cry loudly. In response, the man pulled her back and threw her on the deck roughly.

Gu MingYue wiped her teary eyes in a hurried manner, her emotions running high. Under the cold gaze of Jia Ling, she felt too frightened to let her tears flow freely. Instead, she covered her mouth, holding back her sobs out of fear.

Her expression conveyed deep distress, tugging at the man’s heartstrings. In an instant, Jia Ling’s stern expression softened slightly, only to be quickly replaced by a conflicted and twisted look.

After a few moments, he managed to regain his composure, his face settling into an uneasy calmness.

“What’s the use of crying? Hm? Is crying the only thing you know?” His voice, as clear as a spring, carried a mocking tone as it lightly entered Gu MingYue’s ears. She looked up pitifully, her face now wet with bitter tears.

The male protagonist of this mission, whether left undescribed in the book or due to a mistake in the mission’s world, turned out to be a full-blown case of someone with split personality!

A naive and fragile girl and a man battling a mental disorder… Gu MingYue held her hand over her heart, crying softly once again.

When did the mission difficulty skyrocket to such a new level?!

Gu MingYue was in tears, her nose running and her eyes watery, looking quite dishevelled. She huddled against the pillar on the veranda, wailing loudly in a way that wasn’t particularly graceful. Meanwhile, she perked up her ears and covered her face with her hands, carefully and earnestly observing Jia Ling’s expression and demeanour.

The night before, when she was rendered unconscious, was shrouded in darkness and mystery. She hadn’t had the chance to clearly see the man’s face. Just a while ago, she was too caught up in pretending to be frightened and almost choked on a pastry. That left her with little time to closely examine Jia Ling’s appearance. Now, at this very moment, she finally took a proper look at the male protagonist of this mission.

Jia Ling’s dark hair was crowned with a colourful glass crown, intricately carved with dragon patterns. Two strands of his hair framed his forehead and hung down like the feathers of a raven, swaying gently in the breeze.

His finely arched eyebrows were as dark as charcoal, and his eyes were an intense, clear black, resembling stars brushed onto the night sky. They seemed calm and gentle, yet subtly exuded a hint of coldness, giving off an air of looking down on the world.

Jia Ling possessed a delicate and refined nose bridge, lips as red as blood, and a neck resembling that of a cicada, disappearing into the intricate coral and silver embroidery on his silk collar. He was dressed in a black satin robe adorned with a detailed pattern depicting cranes, pine branches, and plum blossoms. The fabric emitted a subtle glow like fireflies, showcasing remarkable craftsmanship and enchanting allure.

The chilly mountain breeze weaved through the openings of his attire, causing his wide sleeves to flutter along with the mist and smoke. They shimmered with an array of vivid colors, resembling a cascade of radiant hues. His dark hair swayed by his cheeks, his waist was cinched with a white sash, and his presence was so captivating that it seemed as though he could take flight like a startled swan, evoking a sense of ethereal beauty.

Having seen her fair share of handsome men, and with Gu LiuGuang’s innocent mindset, which lacked a concrete understanding of beauty and ugliness, upon getting a clear view of him, she quickly lowered her eyelids, pressed her lips together, and continued sobbing. Swiftly becoming a tearful figure once more.

Although Gu LiuGuang was innocent and simple-minded, she was brought up by her father and older sister with care and wisdom, moulding her into a well-behaved and obedient individual. Her daily routine involved either daydreaming by the window or taking short naps on a comfortable bed. When not doing that, she would be busy tinkering with a variety of intricate toys collected by Gu ZhenKai. As long as she refrained from initiating conversations or direct interactions, she blended in seamlessly, leaving no room for suspicion.

Back when Gu LiuGuang was younger, her sister – Gu QingHui had yet to leave the Gu family estate to train under the Heavenly Sun Sect’s leader. They used to spend their days together, sharing laughter and joy within the estate’s courtyard.

But in recent years, with Gu QingHui being away for her martial training, and Gu ZhenKai taking on the responsibilities of being a martial world leader, they left little time to spare for Gu LiuGuang. Consequently, Gu LiuGuang found herself in solitary routines, experiencing a carefree life that repeated day after day.

Also, I’m not sure why the author calls ML’s sect Divine Sect when he’s the Demon Sect’s Leader… I can only assume that he started out in the divine sect, only to have the sect turned evil due to being put in a situation that required revenge?? (That’s usually the cliche plot for wuxia)

Enjoy~

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