2. A Few Things About the Young Palace Master’s Fainting Spell
After repeatedly confirming that the current situation wasn’t a dream, Gong Yiling couldn’t help but press a hand to her forehead.
Recently, she had been engrossed in researching a mechanical engineering project, pulling all-nighters for almost half a month. She had just submitted the project two days ago, and suddenly found herself with nothing to do. Her roommate, wanting her to relax, had recommended this book.
And for the past two days, instead of getting some much-needed rest and reducing the dark circles under her eyes, she had spent two more nights reading.
Before losing consciousness, she vaguely remembered her heart racing, her body covered in cold sweat, a feeling similar to what she experienced after high-intensity exercise. Before she could react, her hands and feet turned icy cold, her heart rate plummeted, and finally, she experienced difficulty breathing and blurred consciousness…
As expected, she had probably died suddenly.
So, the saying that staying up late can make you immortal is, in a sense, correct.
However, things like dying and transmigrating probably only happen to people who can win the lottery with a single ticket. It’s recommended that other students avoid staying up late all the time; dying from it wouldn’t be worth it.
After more or less understanding the situation, Gong Yiling let out a long sigh. The first thing she did was ask the two red-clad maids beside her, “What year is it?”
The first thing to do was to confirm.
If this truly was the world of the book, then how far had the story progressed?
Gong Yiling’s childhood was recounted in the male lead’s flashback. Her official appearance in the main story was around chapter two hundred. That year… she remembered, it was the 1237th year of the Jinghua Calendar.
“In reply to the Young Palace Master, this year is the 1233rd year of the Jinghua Calendar.”
Four years ago…
Relying on her sensitivity to numbers, Gong Yiling immediately determined that this year should be the year of the first joint alliance of the major evil sects, and also the time when the female protagonist of the book transmigrated into this world.
Speaking of which, the maid had just mentioned Pei Luan Palace. That… if she remembered correctly, it should be one of the evil sects, far inferior in status to the Pear Blossom Blood Orchid Palace.
This point in time was probably just before the alliance meeting, when Pei Luan Palace was trying to curry favor with the Pear Blossom Blood Orchid Palace, hoping to gain more influence.
“Until sunrise tomorrow morning, no one is allowed to enter my chambers. Violators will be killed without mercy.” Gong Yiling wasn’t sure if this was Gong Yiling’s usual tone of voice.
In order to give herself time to adjust, she could only imitate Gong Yiling’s wording, pretending to reprimand the two maids.
“Understood.”
The two maids agreed and were about to walk out the door without any questions.
However, just as the two maids were about to leave, Gong Yiling, who had finally remembered one of the maid’s names, suddenly spoke.
“Qiu Shui, wait a moment before you go.”
“Is there anything else, Young Palace Master?” Qiu Shui turned around and responded to Gong Yiling’s question with a cold expression.
At this moment, Gong Yiling was racking her brains for an excuse to fool her.
“Don’t ask why, just take me for a walk around the palace.”
After taking a deep breath, she commanded in an unquestionable tone.
…
…
Strictly speaking, it was because Gong Yiling herself didn’t know where her chambers were.
The main hall of the Pear Blossom Blood Orchid Palace was vast, comparable to a small city, and the main hall she was currently in should be located around the center of the Blood Orchid Palace.
But even if she knew the general direction, the novel didn’t mention where her sleeping and cultivation chambers were.
Fortunately, with her current status, she could command everyone in the palace. To find out where she lived, she only needed a little trick.
“Qiu Shui, how many years have you served me?”
“Two years.”
“Then you should be very familiar with the layout of the Blood Orchid Palace. I’ll test you.”
“Please test me, Young Palace Master. Qiu Shui will not disappoint you.”
With this sentence, Gong Yiling easily found her living quarters, which were in a courtyard not far behind the main hall.
Of course, besides that, she also learned the locations of the bathhouse, kitchen, armory, library, merit hall, reception hall, and guest rooms—as long as Qiu Shui hadn’t misremembered, that was roughly the layout.
After sending Qiu Shui away again, Gong Yiling immediately locked the door to her chambers from the inside. Then, as if overcome with anxiety, she clutched her wildly beating heart and slowly slid down the wall.
“What is this…”
Once bitten by a snake, one is afraid of well ropes for ten years. Gong Yiling felt like she might die from excessive anxiety again.
However, she suddenly felt something was wrong.
First, the book she transmigrated into wasn’t a realistic novel where everyone was normal.
Second, the character she became wasn’t an ordinary person, but a genuine leader of an evil sect.
So why was she so nervous that her heart was racing, and the pain from hitting her head hadn’t subsided yet?
Logically speaking, a cultivator of Gong Yiling’s level should have a pretty hard head, right?
That bump should have broken the chair armrest, regardless of its material.
With these two questions in mind, Gong Yiling slowly spread her hands and recited the name of a cultivation technique that appeared around chapter four hundred: “Hunyuan Demonic Art, Blood Lotus Fall.”
Nothing happened.
She tried several other named demonic cultivation techniques, but still, there was no effect, and she couldn’t feel even a trace of true energy flowing within her body.
“Damn it…”
Gong Yiling was puzzled to find that she seemed unable to use any demonic arts.
This feeling of knowing she possessed incredible power but being unable to use it immediately overshadowed the slight disorientation she felt from suddenly arriving in this unfamiliar world.
However, it was also because of her concern about her true energy that Gong Yiling developed other curiosities about herself—such as what she currently looked like.
Previously, she had only briefly confirmed in the mirror that her eyes were identical to the star-like crimson eyes in the illustration. Now, standing in front of the full-length bronze mirror, she saw a woman whose beauty was in no way inferior to the illustration.
A cascade of brown hair like a waterfall, a breathtakingly beautiful face that, accentuated by red lips and enchanting light purple makeup, revealed a hint of bewitching charm. Below her neck were delicate collarbones fully exposed, and she wore a purple wide-sleeved long dress that seemed easy to remove.
Even with her clothes on, she could tell that she had a curvy figure. As a sixteen-year-old girl, such a figure was already exceptional, and if she took off her clothes…
Wait a minute?
Take off her clothes…
Gong Yiling was suddenly taken aback by a certain wicked, lecherous thought that popped into her head, and couldn’t help but gulp.
Since she was already here, even if it was a dream, she should at least bring back some memories, right?
Off with the clothes!
The clothes were as easy to remove as she had expected. After stripping naked and glancing at the bronze mirror…
Two streams of red spurted from the woman in the mirror’s nose. Then, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the ground once more.
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