Medicine Guide

Song Simiao was an overworked wage slave. One night, after staying up late to work overtime, she suddenly died. Hoping to be reborn in her next life as a rich person who could live in luxury, Song Simiao transmigrated to a strange world and was forced to complete missions.

The setup of this new world startled her right from the start.

"A wife? I have a wife? I already have a wife, so why do missions? I might as well stay in this world for the rest of my life."

The person Song Simiao had transmigrated into was already married. Her original self was a freelance illustrator, legally married to Yan Quanxi, a blogger in the film and television world.

And Yan Quanxi was exactly Song Simiao's type: gentle and devoted, a warm older-sister type. This gentle older sister didn't know her beloved had been replaced, and still treated her so well. When the weather turned cold, she would get into bed early to warm it for her. Knowing she had a bad habit of skipping breakfast, she'd come up with different ways to make her breakfast every day. When she couldn't sleep at night, her older sister would pat her back and sing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.

Song Simiao fell deeper and deeper, until she felt this couldn't go on, because it was affecting her mission progress. She slowly put distance between herself and Yan Quanxi, pushing her away again and again. She pretended to forget their wedding anniversary, pretended not to care when Yan Quanxi met up with her ex, and even coldly walked away when Yan Quanxi was feeling down and wanted her by her side.

It wasn't until she saw Yan Quanxi finally lose control, her eyes red and brimming with tears, that Song Simiao couldn't hold back any longer. The moment she reached out and grabbed Yan Quanxi's wrist, she used her ability to read people's thoughts through physical contact and heard what Yan Quanxi was thinking: 'I want so badly to sleep with her, to enter Miao Miao again and again. Yes, just like that. Be a little more pitiful for me, and care for me a little more.'

'Miao Miao, if you let your heart soften, you'll just get swallowed whole again and again.'

Song Simiao looked up at the tearful older sister before her, never imagining that this woman was actually a black-sesame tangyuan, the kind with a dark heart inside. Oh no, help! How do I get away?!!!!!!

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"Have you ever heard of Cheng Xiao, the Lord of Fuyao, whom absolutely everyone knows?"

"That's not quite right. If absolutely everyone knows her, why haven't I heard of her?" Ling Qi replied expressionlessly.

"...Could you try having a little more tact?"

"Immortal, tell me a joke."

"All right."

"Once upon a time, there was a mountain. On the mountain was a temple, and an immortal in the temple was sleeping."

"And then?"

"Then, once upon a time, there was a mountain. On the mountain was a temple, and an immortal in the temple was sleeping." Cheng Xiao paused. "The funny part is that it was so boring, yet you kept listening."

Ling Qi: "..."

Who was Cheng Xiao?

The first mortal to ascend to immortality in the Nine Heavens in seventy thousand years, she was once the Jade Emperor's invincible blade, victorious in every battle.

Holy and untouchable: that was the legend from seventy thousand years ago.

And seventy thousand years later? She was a complete slacker.

Someone asked Ling Qi, "Why did you choose her as your master, then?"

Ling Qi replied, "Because I have shit for brains. Thanks for asking."

This lazy, do-nothing life went on until the war between immortals and demons. Ling Qi was gravely wounded and on the brink of death, and only then did the slacker who'd been sprawled out for seventy thousand years suddenly wake up. She tore open the void and forcibly reversed fate. Cheng Xiao cut open her own immortal source and transferred into Ling Qi's body half the essence of the heart she'd nurtured for seventy thousand years.

After that, master and disciple fell silent, going months without speaking to each other.

Then rumors spread through the Heavenly Court that Ling Qi couldn't stand her lazy immortal master any longer and was leaving the sect. At that, the slacker ancestor who usually lounged in the sun, and whose disciple had complained that "only someone with shit for brains would choose her as a master," became a different person.

Cheng Xiao's eyes reddened, tears clinging to her long lashes, ready to fall. She leaned forward, her cool fingers gripping Ling Qi's wrist with an irresistible force. This was nothing like her usual playful, lazy manner. A faint tremor ran through her hand.

"A Qi..." Her voice was soft and trembling, edged with a quiet sob. Her breath brushed Ling Qi's ear. "I've even given you half my heart... Can you truly not feel it?"

Ling Qi's heart skipped a beat. She assumed the lazy immortal was trying out another new trick and tried to pull her hand away. "Let go. What are you..."

Before she could finish, Cheng Xiao yanked her hand over and pressed it firmly against her own flat stomach. Warmth seeped through the thin fabric. She raised her face, tears sliding down her pale cheeks and splashing onto the back of Ling Qi's hand, burning hot.

"What about now?" Cheng Xiao stared at her, her voice broken, filled with desperate hopelessness and a devotion she couldn't describe. "Even our child... You don't want them either?"

Ling Qi: "???"

What child?! Whose child?!

Blurb posted: 2025.8.11

Inspiration date: 2024.4.16, screenshot saved

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