Transmigrated as the Male Lead's Villainous Master - Chapter 2

Wen Jiangqiu went rigid. A moment later, he said, “This disciple can return to his quarters. How could I dare disturb Master’s rest?”

“When I tell you to sleep, you sleep. Enough chatter.” I gave him a cool look. “Go wash up, then come back, lie down, and close your eyes. Why does a child your age have so much to say?”

Wen Jiangqiu dared not refuse again. Once he was lying beside me, however, worry began to gnaw at me.

In the novel, New Moon Palace resembled the typical demonic sect, something along the lines of a dual-cultivation palace. Yet after the demoness Xiao Mengli took control, the things she did differed from her predecessors in several ways.

First, she was tremendously powerful. She acted without restraint, arrogant and imperious, without a trace of the soft delicacy associated with the palace’s earlier mistresses.

Second, though she practiced the same cultivation method and consequently needed to draw essence from a partner, she loathed the idea and had never slept with anyone.

After searching far and wide, she chose Wen Jiangqiu because he seemed meek and obedient. When she discovered his extraordinary gifts, she even planned to drug him into idiocy, cripple his limbs, and create a compliant human cauldron she could drain at will.

Her disgust for carnal desire extended to the male lead himself.

That was why Wen Jiangqiu’s life was more miserable than any other disciple’s—and why he faced the prospect of being poisoned senseless and having his hands and feet severed.

It also explained why Xiao Mengli, despite being a stunning beauty, never entered the hero’s harem in this male-targeted wish-fulfillment epic. The hatred she accumulated early in the story was simply too great. Besides, she was far too powerful. She made a perfect major villain, but as a harem member, she was more than anyone could handle.

I heaved a long sigh.

Right now, the male lead was truly an innocent little flower—a twenty-four-karat, solid-gold bundle of misery, kindhearted and defenseless. He had no business living in a den of demons like New Moon Palace.

I glanced at the boy beside me. Wen Jiangqiu’s profile was delicate and handsome, his lashes trembling. Faint candlelight from the table fell across his face, leaving his tightly pressed lips almost bloodless.

He was obviously pretending to sleep.

It must be hard, sharing a bed with a “demoness” like me.

I might see a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy as nothing more than a child, but he must have heard plenty of stories from the palace followers about my mercurial temper—and about New Moon Palace’s glorious traditions.

Me: “…”

The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it sounded.

All I could do was snap my fingers and cast a small spell to send him quickly to sleep.

“Sleep now. Good night.” I tucked the blanket around Wen Jiangqiu, then flicked a finger to extinguish the candle. “Sweet dreams.”