323 - It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

**Web Novel Platform** **Search** __Fan Fiction__ __Complete Fan Fiction__ __Serialized Fan Fiction__ __Ranking List__ **Home > Fan Fiction > So, They Were the Protagonists All Along** Chapter 323 **Author: CCC** --- "He's still in his room," Wei Mengrou spoke with a calm demeanor, though her gaze towards Ye Qian was noticeably gentler compared to her usual aloofness towards her young master. "Do you need something from him?" Ye Qian gently shook her head. "I have some cultivation questions for Master; he should be with Brother Mu now." Wei Mengrou nodded knowingly and refrained from further inquiry. Although Wei Mengrou served as Mu Zhian's maid, it wasn't possible for her to be completely aware of his daily activities, especially since they recently shared such an intimate moment... Moreover, just recalling her own confession made her feel hot with embarrassment. If possible, she preferred not to face Mu Zhian for the time being. While Wei Mengrou was lost in thought, Ye Qian had already begun walking gracefully down the path towards Mu Zhian's room. --- Inside the room at that very moment, Mu Zhian had just opened his eyes, basking in the wondrous aura of the celestial Dan Phoenix Fruit coursing through him, mingled with the lingering fragrance of an immortal's skin... He turned slightly to gaze at Yao Meng, whose face still held traces of a delicate blush. The snowy shoulder barely covered by the quilt, the blue dress hugging her pristine skin, all painted a picture of pure innocence and allure. As he gently lifted the covers, her enchanting silhouette came into view, her alabaster skin shimmering with a silvery sheen, like a celestial being descended from the heavens, untouchable. With a deep sense of reverence, Mu Zhian looked at Yao Meng, his hand beneath the covers daring to misbehave. Yao Meng slowly opened her eyes, a hint of amusement in her crisp voice, "You're getting bolder, aren't you?" She recalled their first encounter when Mu Zhian would only peek at her surreptitiously, a trace of desire in his eyes, yet he kept it buried inside. Now, he was acting on his impulses, growing ever more audacious. "I'm only trying to please my fairy sister," Mu Zhian responded with feigned righteousness. Yao Meng glanced at Mu Zhian, her expression seemingly indifferent, though a flicker of embarrassment crossed her eyes. She always intended to be the 'older sister' guiding Mu Zhian, but when it came to bedchamber experience, Mu Zhian was undoubtedly more seasoned... Maintaining her composed facade was already her limit. After fawning over Yao Meng for a bit, Mu Zhian was satisfied and got out of bed, noisily putting on his clothes. Yao Meng propped herself up, wrapping the quilt around her as she sat on the edge of the bed. Smiling, she looked at him, "Are you worried about getting caught by your dao companion? You never used to leave in such a hurry." Mu Zhian shook his head with a smile. "This has nothing to do with Ruo Xi; I just have some things to discuss with Sister Qian." Yesterday, Qian saw him getting intimate with Sister Mengrou... Although Qian said nothing last night, it was likely because Ling Xuan was present. They needed to have a proper conversation. If Qian decided to tell Ling Xuan, it could get problematic... As for the Seal of Desolation, though Mu Zhian hadn't witnessed its full power, its ability to target from afar was enough to make him wary—afraid of the day when a blackened Ye Lingxuan might confine him. Yao Meng, using one hand to modestly cover herself with the quilt, tilted her head, a lock of hair falling elegantly. "Qian’s issues...? What happened to her?" Mu Zhian shook his head. "It's nothing major, just a trivial matter—" Before he could finish, the door suddenly swung open. "Brother Mu—" As a delightful voice resounded, Mu Zhian instinctively looked up, just in time to meet the bewildered eyes of Ye Qian standing in the doorway. In the room, Yao Meng, hand clasping the quilt that only half-covered her figure, yet failed to conceal her graceful silhouette, sat beside Mu Zhian who had just finished donning his clothes, still fumbling with his buttons. Well... it had now become a significant matter. **Chapter 297 Miss Maid Holds Her Ground 5.5K** To be honest, Mu Zhian never expected Ye Qian to stumble upon him in an intimate moment with someone else, especially when that someone was Ye Qian's master. How had she entered when he distinctly remembered locking the door? As an astute protector of his romantic interests, such a fundamental mistake would have been improbable. Typically, when he was with Yao Meng, he would ensure the door was securely locked. Yet Ye Qian had entered without any hindrance. ...Could this be Sister Mengrou’s doing? "I unlocked it just now." As if predicting his internal upheaval, a gentle voice from behind caught his attention. Yao Meng, with one arm draped with the quilt, partially hiding her graceful figure, let her gaze, teasing yet composed, traverse from Mu Zhian to focus on Ye Qian. "I noticed as soon as Qian entered the courtyard. But since she had to find out eventually, why not now?" By the time Yao Meng finished speaking, the emerald gaze left Mu Zhian, finally settling on Ye Qian. Now displaying a little uncertainty, Ye Qian's expression was one of astonishment, her hand clamping over her mouth, instinctively stepping back a half-step. Yet, beyond surprise, there was an absence of anger or similar negative emotions in those eyes. As the Holy Maiden of Yaoyao Sacred Ground, she could perceive emotional shifts in others—a pathway inherent to Yaoyao’s ideology, established by Yao Meng herself. So Ye Qian’s emotional dynamics came as no surprise to her. Having discovered her dear Brother Mu and her revered fairy sister being amorous last night, this outwardly pure and charming girl felt neither anger nor sorrow. Instead, what nestled within her heart was... excitement, blended with a hint of jealousy. The interplay of these emotions—a jealousy from her affection towards Brother Mu and her master, yet excitement at witnessing their closeness—produced a response no one could have anticipated. No wonder the past inklings indicated her and Qian’s compatibility was extraordinary; so this was the underlying reason. Yao Meng, with a knowing smile, studied Ye Qian's porcelain features. Her lashes fluttered gently; after a brief, dazed moment, she awoke and made to flee. Reacting swiftly, Mu Zhian seized Ye Qian’s delicate wrist. "Qian, wait!" Indeed, Ye Qian paused before making her escape, slightly shifting to face Mu Zhian cautiously, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions. Her pale neck formed an elegant line beneath her carefully groomed hair, complementing her exquisite and delicate features. Despite the drape of a light blue shawl, it did little to conceal the youthful figure beneath the simple dress, the hem revealing a pair of supple, ivory legs. "Does Brother Mu have something to say...?" she asked softly, head bowed. Her cheeks flushed, even her translucent earlobes revealed traces of warmth, her lips pursed in an embarrassment that suggested an overwhelming urge to flee. Glancing back at Yao Meng, who sat on the bed, Mu Zhian’s expression seemed to ask: What now? The fact that Ye Qian hadn’t left yet indicated her willingness to hear him out, but encountering him with Sister Mengrou occurred so recently, and he had yet to address that event, complicating matters now. Yao Meng released the grip on the quilt, allowing it to slide, her slightly loose white inner garment failing to hide her voluptuous figure. Her disheveled locks only enhanced a lazy allure not present before. She directed a significant glance towards Mu Zhian. “You step out first; let me have a private chat with Qian.” Stunned, Mu Zhian worried whether they might argue left alone... But then, it made sense. Surely, Yao Meng had already contemplated a solution since she allowed Ye Qian to witness this. Whatever her plan was, it surely wouldn't be as cliché as 'leave him for a price' or 'he’s my student now, so call me master.' If things unfolded as such, Ye Qian had the makings of a classic protagonist who, after years elsewhere, returns dramatically during Mu Zhian and Yao Meng’s grand wedding. Although, of course, such musings remained purely speculative—Ye Qian was a gentle and pure-hearted girl, unlikely prone to drastic measures. Silently, Mu Zhian nodded and exited the room. With the two left alone, silence prevailed. After a moment, Yao Meng tucked a stray lock behind her ear, inviting with a smile, “Come, let’s talk.” --- The Courtyard. At the moment, Mu Zhian was aimlessly pacing the courtyard, sighing and shaking his head absentmindedly. "Being too outstanding really is a dilemma..." he genuinely lamented. "Hmph." A cold chuckle suddenly pierced the air, and Mu Zhian, unsurprised, turned his head to see his maid Miss Wei Mengrou sitting above him, watching him from her elevated position in the courtyard. "Mengrou, you're here too?" Mu Zhian asked with feigned surprise. Of course, he had been aware of Wei Mengrou's presence, and his earlier sigh was meant to catch her attention. Wei Mengrou cast a sidelong glance at Mu Zhian, her tone laced with sarcasm. "It seems when Qian just went to find you, she witnessed something quite scandalous." "It was just a slight mishap," Mu Zhian replied with a smile, shaking his head. Though he was curious about what Qian and Yao Meng were discussing, trying to eavesdrop on a Dao Unity realm empress was impractical. For now, he could only trust Yao Meng. From what he knew of Yao Meng, she wasn't one to break couples apart. It was more likely that she found amusement in witnessing a man’s divided attentions. Reining in his wandering thoughts, Mu Zhian entered the courtyard and sat beside Wei Mengrou, undeterred by her cool, aloof gaze. "Do you need something?" Wei Mengrou asked. Mu Zhian studied the tall and striking cold beauty beside him, her graceful features framed by her clear yet aloof face, with bright eyes, styled lashes, and lips possibly painted with alluring rouge. Clad in a yellow dress that accentuated her exquisite figure, he exclaimed suddenly with a smile, "With how distant you are, Mengrou, I can’t help questioning whether your past words still hold." Before Wei Mengrou could respond, Mu Zhian expertly wrapped an arm around her slender waist. To be candid, even an expert like Mu Zhian found Wei Mengrou's affections hard to gauge. Given his notorious past, well-known to his maid, her unprompted confession seemed to be genuine love indeed. Wei Mengrou pursed her lips, glancing sideways at Mu Zhian. "Do you actually experience self-doubt?" "In normal circumstances, no," Mu Zhian sighed lightly. "But with you, Mengrou... I can't afford to lose you." "How many times have you used that line with other girls?" Wei Mengrou teased. "What do you think?" Mu Zhian countered, looking at her with a smile. Uncertain, Wei Mengrou averted her gaze, "Well, rest assured. Whether it’s because of my constitution or past promises, I won’t leave your side." Calming herself slightly, she lifted her eyes. "You don't blame me for telling Ruo Xi about us?" Mu Zhian chuckled, shaking his head. "Given she's already found out, there’s nothing to be done... Ruo Xi is clever; it was just a matter of time." "Still, you giving her the stockings was a bit of a letdown. I’ve always thought you look stunning in either black or white." Mu Zhian cast a genuine look of regret at Wei Mengrou's long, shapely legs. He had assumed stockings were a modern invention, only to later discover they were simply out of fashion in Dongzhou—apparently quite popular in Yuzhou, especially with the Yuzhou Empress’s well-known penchant for black stockings that was quite eye-catching. Yet, obtaining Nirvana Silk stockings was no easy feat, and he hesitated to ask Yao Meng for them. Wei Mengrou mocked Mu Zhian with a sidelong glance. "You really have a thing for me wearing stockings, don't you?" "It's not about fondness; they just suit you," Mu Zhian refused to admit any leg-related fascination. "So you don’t like them?" Wei Mengrou teased, her eyes shimmering mischievously. Mu Zhian shook his head, "It's not a matter of liking—" Wei Mengrou interjected, "Think carefully about your answer. Depending on what you say, it might decide whether you see me in stockings again." "Hmm... If I have to say, I naturally do like them," Mu Zhian replied reservedly. Having a shy moment, are you... Wei Mengrou's lips curled slightly, her pristine, cool face leaning in to press a soft, fleeting kiss on Mu Zhian's lips. The cool, gentle sensation tingled against his lips, gone too quickly for him to savor fully. "There's your answer..." Wei Mengrou whispered, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Noticing Mu Zhian seemed stunned, Wei Mengrou pursed her alluring red lips. "Just a kiss and you're out of it? That's not very like you—" "Mm..." The words of disdain she had intended remained unspoken as Mu Zhian swiftly encircled her waist, leaning in to capture her lips once more. Finally realizing, Wei Mengrou's eyes widened, becoming moist, yet she maintained a semblance of rationality, murmuring, "Stop... stop for a moment... This is the courtyard. What if someone sees—" "..." "If you keep this up, I won't be nice—" "Don't let your hands roam... aren't you worried about being caught... hmm~" Wei Mengrou's voice softened, her face flushing a charming red, her body yielding under Mu Zhian's wandering touch. Despite disliking the sensation of control, she couldn't deny a certain fondness for it. Her relationship with Mu Zhian was unique. As a once-disreputable scion, Mu Zhian's longing looks had often incited her genuine disdain. 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