I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 69

Yan Huirou.
It’s Yan Huirou again.
It was one thing for that boy Li Xinghe to be smitten by her looks and constantly doting on her; after all, they were the destined male and female leads, their attraction naturally incomparable to others.
But why is Xie Minting also thinking about Yan Huirou all the time?
What connection do they have?
Didn’t they just glance at each other in the hall? Oh, did that one glance also find its way into her heart?
That person looked so proper and righteous, a beast in fine clothing, but it was not necessarily true. And she was always feigning concern for Yan Huirou in front of her.
Jiang Xidai sneered inwardly, finding it truly absurd. But beneath the absurdity was a sourness, a dull, swelling pressure that for a moment made her feel as if her entire heart was being squeezed, unable to breathe.
Yan Huirou…
So many people like her, are close to her…
Is this the charm of the female lead…
Jiang Xidai’s expression dimmed a little. Even without her, she wouldn’t lack for others’ concern, would she?
Someone was always mentioning that name, like a demonic sound in her ear.
Her favorability was dropping, bit by bit, just like the loneliness in her heart, spreading like weeds.
It was to be expected.
In the original novel, no matter how you looked at it, it shouldn’t have been her, the evil-doer, who was friends with the little female lead all day.
Hearing that name, Jiang Xidai did not stop to answer her, nor did she turn back, but walked straight ahead.
Having had a rather satisfying fight, Jiang Xidai returned to the Shasheng Sect at dusk and nestled back in Qionghua Hall. Her mood was a little better than before she left, but it didn’t last long.
These few days, Yan Huirou had been busy gathering information and rarely had time to make pastries for her.
But Jiang Xidai had gotten used to being fed, and this habit couldn’t be broken just like that. To prevent the Sect Master from being in a bad mood, Wen Xianyin found several junior sisters with good cooking skills to fill in.
The recipes, they followed the ones Yan Huirou had written, not daring to be innovative, just copying them exactly.
After the Sect Master finished her bath, Wen Xianyin, as usual, hurried someone to send the pastries over.
Behind the screen, amidst the flickering of red candles, only a few pained grunts from a woman could be heard, followed by the sound of shattering porcelain.
Wen Xianyin raised an eyebrow. Before long, a young junior sister, her face streaked with tears, came out with her head covered in broken pastries, as if a ghost were chasing her from behind.
Wen Xianyin stopped her, led her outside, and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong? The Sect Master doesn’t want it?”
“The Sect Master threw the milk cakes at me again!” The junior sister touched the ends of her hair, which were stuck with white crumbs, and cried, “I’ve tried so many times, it’s clearly the same recipe, what’s wrong with it? She’s so fierce, Senior Sister… You can ask me to do anything, but please don’t call me for this job next time, I’m begging you!”
“…Shut up.” Wen Xianyin pinched her mouth. “Watch your words.”
Perhaps it wasn’t the recipe’s fault, but just that Sect Master Jiang was in a really bad mood.
And at this moment.
Jiang Xidai was soaking in the bath, her expression displeased, her shoulders exposed.
She lowered her gaze and gently stirred the water, lifting a white flower petal in her palm.
Jiang Xidai stared at it for a moment, then pressed it gently with her thumb, feeling its softness, and finally lifted her head and pressed it against her lips.
A few drops of water fell from her chin, splashing into the pool.
It was fragrant and sweet.
Just like…
Just like that kiss.
Jiang Xidai caressed her lips with her fingertip, gradually taking the small petal between them, flicking it with the tip of her tongue and folding it a few times, rolling it between her lips.
The scent of the flower filled her mouth, but it wasn’t the same as Yan Huirou’s scent.
She savored it thoughtfully for a moment, then frowned.
So bitter.
She didn’t like bitter things. This love and hate was like her preference for sweets, reaching a rather paranoid level.
One more taste would make her nauseous.
How disgusting. Everything made her think of Yan Huirou.
This is for the best, Jiang Xidai thought. I have cultivation, I can restrain the male lead, and I have a loyal female lead.
What more could I expect?
Jiang Xidai comforted herself, but she didn’t know how effective it was. In any case, when she got out of the water and draped her clothes on, her brow was still slightly furrowed.
“Sect Master…”
“Leave.”
Jiang Xidai had no desire to see anyone at this moment and walked out along the corridor. A report from Bi Luo came from her ear, but after being snapped at, Bi Luo quickly said, “Sect Master, it’s, it’s Miss Yan! She’s back!”
Jiang Xidai’s expression was calm as she shot her a sideways glance. “What’s there to say about her being back? Which day does she not come back?”
The girl in green let out a soft “uh,” and looked at Jiang Xidai with wide eyes for a moment, then said, puzzled, “But Sect Master, haven’t you been waiting for her all day? You’ve been distracted all day and haven’t even eaten your dessert. Why now…”
In the deep darkness, the woman in red turned around. Her expression was cold as she stared at Bi Luo motionlessly, then smiled. “Since when did you have so much to say?”
Bi Luo had blurted it out, but in that instant, meeting her half-curved eyes, she was tongue-tied, feeling every hair on her body stand on end.
Jiang Xidai’s voice was light and weary, like a murmur, but one could sense a very displeased killing intent.
Bi Luo knew that although she wouldn’t attack the disciples in the sect without reason, she was not a soft person. For a moment, she was so scared she covered her mouth. “I’m sorry, Sect Master…”
A fair hand landed on Bi Luo’s shoulder and patted it gently. “I’m back. Bi Luo, the clothes from yesterday haven’t been washed yet. Go back and help.”
The little girl looked as if she had received a pardon and quickly said, “Okay, okay.” She turned her head and saw that Yan Huirou was standing in the evening wind, smiling as she separated her from Jiang Xidai.
Before the Sect Master could think of how to torment her, Bi Luo quickly fled, deciding to be grateful to Yan Huirou for saving her later.
For a moment, only Jiang Xidai and Yan Huirou were left in the corridor.
The night was quiet.
Jiang Xidai didn’t look at Yan Huirou, nor did she say anything about Bi Luo’s escape. Her gaze passed over the vermilion pavilion to the distant maple forest, which was hidden in the deep darkness like blood.
The red of the maple forest was faint, dark, like the most stubborn burning ember in a piece of charcoal, which you had to dig out to see.
“Sect Master Jiang.”
Yan Huirou’s voice was still clear and sweet, pleasing to the ear. “Bi Luo is still a bit insensible. I apologize on her behalf. For my sake, please don’t blame her too much.”
But these words, which should have been pleasant to hear, upon closer inspection, were like a single raised hair, displeasing to the eye.
Jiang Xidai said, “I see she has no respect for her elders. She even needs you to remind her of a small thing like cleaning. There’s no need to keep her around.”
“Tomorrow, I will send a few more nimble-fingered ones over.”
Yan Huirou said, “No need to trouble the Sect Master. Bi Luo is just fine. After a long time, we’ve developed some affection.”
“The Shasheng Sect,” Jiang Xidai smiled, “who calls the shots, you or me?”
“Can I call the shots in Bright Moon Pavilion?”
Jiang Xidai said flatly, “No.”
Yan Huirou nodded in understanding. “Then the Sect Master can just make the change. Why bother asking me?”
Her expression was calm, her lashes lowered, her meaning unclear. She straightened her clothes, and the corner of her lotus-white skirt brushed past Jiang Xidai.
Just as Jiang Xidai was about to say something, Yan Huirou had already passed her.
The woman turned and looked back, her brow furrowing deeper.
The decorations on Yan Huirou’s sash, a few pale yellow lily-of-the-valley bells, jingled softly as she walked.
Dressed so beautifully, what, is she really taking it seriously? Yan Huirou had never dressed like this when she was in the Shasheng Sect before.
How disgusting.
The lily-of-the-valley flowers, swinging back and forth, were glaring, exceptionally grating.
In the instant that Yan Huirou completely passed her, Jiang Xidai reached out a hand.
She grabbed the small ornament on Yan Huirou’s sash and tore it off with a sharp tug.
Yan Huirou stumbled from the pull, stopped, and frowned. “What are you doing?”
“A cumbersome and useless thing.”
Jiang Xidai closed her palm, and the few fragile little ornaments were crushed into dust, falling from between her fingers like loose sand.
“Change it.”
She grabbed Yan Huirou’s sash tightly, took off the Storage Ring on her hand, and rummaged through it for a moment before taking out a crimson hibiscus jade pendant and tying it to Yan Huirou’s waist.
As Jiang Xidai lowered her head to tie the jade pendant, she was exceptionally gentle and careful. For some reason, it took a long time. Just as she was about to finish, Yan Huirou said, “But I like the other one more.”
The woman’s brow furrowed, and she couldn’t help but curse in a low voice, “…It’s so ugly.”
But actually, it wasn’t. The other one did look more natural on Yan Huirou. After all, it matched her elegant clothes and her youthful spirit.
But as soon as Jiang Xidai saw that thing, she was reminded of Yan Huirou going out to fool around every day, and she found it very unsightly.
Jiang Xidai said, “This is a magic artifact, naturally different from that ordinary bauble.”
“If you encounter danger, just smash this jade pendant, and I can…”
But Yan Huirou raised her hand and covered the back of Jiang Xidai’s hand.
The back of her hand was suddenly covered by warm, soft skin, making her pause instinctively.
She felt Yan Huirou’s hand squeeze hers, and before a soft emotion could even rise, her hand was gently taken away by Yan Huirou.
Yan Huirou took off the jade pendant but did not wear it on her waist. She said softly, “Sect Master, a preference is just a preference. It’s not about good or bad.”
“I’ll take my leave first. I have to find you for sword practice tomorrow. After all, it’s been a long time since I’ve shown you my progress.” The girl smiled faintly at her, still as patient as ever.
But her smile was much more polite than before, vaguely as if there were a distance between them. “The Sect Master should also rest early. It’s too late, and you don’t look very well.”
She left, just holding the jade pendant in her hand. Jiang Xidai saw her casually put it into her Storage Ring, probably to be tossed into some corner to gather dust.
Jiang Xidai returned to Qionghua Hall, said nothing, and slammed the main gate shut.
It wasn’t a rare treasure. If she didn’t like it, so be it.
She climbed the stairs and went back to her bedchamber.
Sitting in front of the dressing mirror, she remembered Yan Huirou saying she didn’t look very well.
Is that true?
Jiang Xidai stared at herself in the mirror for a long while. She cupped her cheeks, pushed aside the hair falling by her temples, and stroked the corner of her eye.
She did look a little more haggard.
It seemed it was true.
She hadn’t meditated or rested well these past few days. But what was particularly frustrating was that she hadn’t done anything taxing either.
Jiang Xidai’s fingers pressed against her brow, rubbing it gently before sliding down.
What is she doing?
But then she remembered that she had to teach Yan Huirou swordplay tomorrow, which would keep her in the sect for a while longer.
At this thought, Jiang Xidai relaxed her massage a little, her brow smoothing out a bit.