Shen Xin looked dazed, even slightly vacant, as she stared at the man opposite her whose expression was as aloof and noble as his voice.
Another voice chimed in her mind at just the right moment: [Ding~ Hello, host! I am the “You Love Me, I Love You, So Sweetly in Love” Love Brain System. You can call me Xiao Ai.]
Shen Xin’s eyelids twitched slightly, snapping back to reality amidst the excited voice.
Oh, she remembered now—she had transmigrated into a book, becoming a supporting female character seeking revenge.
It seemed she also needed to make the male supporting character fall in love with her and turn him into a Demon for her sake?
So, was this man before her the target of her mission?
The system in her Divine Sense crackled with static, sounding somewhat excited. [Yes, that’s right, he is your mission target. Making him fall in love with you is simple, but to make him turn into a Demon, his emotions need to fluctuate intensely. When he loses control of his emotions, his demonic nature will be triggered.]
[Come on, host, pounce on him now! Kiss him, hold him, kiss him fiercely!]
Doing so would not only bring them closer and prevent a divorce but also potentially stir Qin Weiji’s emotions with her sudden kiss, accelerating his transformation.
[After all, this is a world with rather loose boundaries, so there’s no need to hold back—just go ahead and kiss him.]
Shen Xin was still feeling confused, sensing that something wasn’t quite right. Covering her ears in irritation, she snapped, “So noisy, just shut up.”
As soon as she spoke, the world suddenly fell silent.
The man’s voice, cold and unsettling like shattered jade, rang out again, “You told me to shut up?”
Shen Xin snapped out of her daze and looked intently at the man not far away.
He was reclining lazily against a white jade table, a stark contrast to the cold and noble aura he exuded. Propping his head with one hand, his unbound black hair cascaded like ink over his silver-white robe—a striking combination of black and white.
A faint silver mark adorned the center of his forehead, barely noticeable unless examined closely.
His amber phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at her, the light in them as chilling as if it had been steeped in icy celestial waters.
He was truly an exceptionally outstanding and handsome man—kissing him probably wouldn’t be a loss.
Yet, for some reason, Shen Xin felt as though she had seen him somewhere before. At first glance, an urge to cry welled up inside her, and her heart ached inexplicably.
Shen Xin swallowed hard, her heart racing under his intense gaze, but she maintained a calm facade, curving her lips into a natural, innocent smile. “No, I didn’t say anything. You must have misheard.”
She had always been skilled at pretending—acting obedient, pure, or even foolish was no challenge for her.
The man studied her smile for a moment before speaking coldly, “I’ll ask one more time: Are you truly determined to divorce me?”
Just as Shen Xin was about to obediently say no, another man’s voice interjected, “Of course it’s true. Xin’er and I have already made a vow. Once you divorce, she will marry me.”
Shen Xin turned toward the voice and saw a handsome man in a cyan brocade robe materialize out of thin air, standing by her side.
He smiled gently at Shen Xin, a trace of concern in his eyes. “Xin’er, did he give you a hard time?”
Searching her memories, Shen Xin recalled that this was the second male lead in the book, High God Qiyuan.
He was the man who loved the female lead, Shen Yi, the most, and also the one who despised Shen Xin the most. Yet, to steal Shen Xin’s Spiritual Root for Shen Yi, he pretended to be the gentlest toward her.
He really did seem like a scumbag.
Shen Xin shook her head. “No.”
Qiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could speak again, Qin Weiji gave a faint smile. “Shen Xin, your taste is truly abysmal.”
His gaze swept over Qiyuan from head to toe, filled with disdain. “With my celestial grace, you’d rather be infatuated with a green-skinned toad.”
Shen Xin, “…Toad?”
She wondered if she was hallucinating—such words should never come from this god-like man’s mouth.
Qiyuan’s face instantly darkened, but before either could respond, Qin Weiji averted his eyes as if another glance would soil them. “No wonder mortals say ‘toad matches toad.’ Since you’re so well-suited, I won’t stand in your way.”
“Toad? Me?”
Shen Xin pointed at herself in disbelief.
Well, any sense of familiarity was just her imagination.
She definitely didn’t know such a tasteless man!
Qiyuan didn’t answer. “I’ll be heading to the East Sea shortly. When I return, we’ll go before the Matrimony Stone—shatter our jade tokens, sever the fate-binding spell, and dissolve our marriage contract.”
Having said this, he closed his eyes, either feigning weariness or refusing to look at the eyesore ‘toad pair,’ and coldly commanded, “Leave.”
Though insulted, Qiyuan felt completely reassured by his words and turned gently to Shen Xin. “Xin’er, no need to argue with him. Let’s go.”
But Xiao Ai grew frantic: 【What are you waiting for? If you delay any longer, you’ll really get divorced. Hurry! Rush over, hug him, kiss him, and declare passionately: I love you, I’ll never divorce you, not even in death!】
Though Shen Xin desperately wanted to ignore this brainless Love Brain system, it seemed she had no better options at the moment.
She fell silent for a moment, then said expressionlessly to Qin Weiji, “What did you just say? Stand up and say it.”
With him sitting like that, she couldn’t very well pounce on him.
Qin Weiji’s cool brow lifted slightly as he let out a lazy, indifferent chuckle. “What, can’t hear me properly when I’m seated?”
Shen Xin nodded. “Yes, you’re too short.”
The lazy smile on Qin Weiji’s face twisted momentarily before he rose with a cold smirk. “Then I’ll stand and tell you—”
Before he could finish, the crimson-clad figure had already appeared before him, throwing herself into his embrace and holding him tightly.
Qin Weiji’s fingers twitched slightly, his body stiffening.
He could have stopped her—even pushed her away with a single palm strike—yet for some reason, he didn’t.
Their lips were now so close that Shen Xin could kiss him by leaning forward just an inch more, but she didn’t dare move further.
The scent of grass and trees from his body invaded her senses, making her heartbeat race and her courage waver.
But retreating wasn’t an option either, so she remained frozen in his arms for a moment, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, before speaking in a soft, gentle voice, “Qin Weiji, I won’t divorce you.”
After a pause, she added, “Not even in death!”
Not only was Qin Weiji stunned, but Qiyuan’s expression also darkened beside them. “Xin’er, what are you doing?”
Qin Weiji narrowed his phoenix eyes, watching Shen Xin without a word.
Shen Xin didn’t look at Qiyuan either, keeping her gaze fixed on Qin Weiji as she repeated word by word, “I said, I won’t divorce you. Not even in death.”
Qiyuan’s face grew even more unpleasant. “Xin’er, is he threatening you?”
Still clinging to Qin Weiji’s neck, Shen Xin finally glanced at Qiyuan. “Of course not. Who could possibly threaten me?”
Qiyuan’s brow was tightly furrowed, clearly unconvinced. “Then why now…”
Shen Xin interrupted him, “Because I’ve fallen in love with him.”
The air seemed to freeze in that instant.
A look of shock crossed Qiyuan’s face, but then he thought Shen Xin must be saying this out of jealousy because he had exchanged a few extra words with Shen Yi today, and was now throwing a tantrum.
Though inwardly annoyed, Qiyuan still had to coax her. “Xin’er, don’t say such angry words. Let me explain things to you later, alright?No matter what, he needed to coax her into divorcing Qin Weiji first.
Hearing this, Qin Weiji’s lips curled in sudden understanding.
Were they flirting right in front of him?
He found it ridiculous. His dark eyes fixed on her as he asked slowly, “The Divine Maiden has fallen in love with me?”
Shen Xin felt intimidated under his gaze. Those nearly transparent amber eyes were like the purest mirrors—capable of swallowing all things yet reflecting them all the same, naturally seeing right through her little act.
But she showed nothing on her face, merely nodding with an innocent and candid expression. “Yes, I’ve fallen in love with you.”
As she spoke, a smile graced her lips—sweet and guileless, as if proving her words were true.
Qin Weiji’s voice dropped low, sounding almost like a lover’s tender murmur. “You’d rather die than divorce me?”
Shen Xin’s heart wavered, but she steeled herself and nodded. “Yes, I’d rather die than leave.”
He chuckled and pushed her away.
A longsword shimmering with silver light materialized before her.
Qin Weiji’s lips curved. “Since the Divine Maiden says so, why not prove it to me?”
Shen Xin stared blankly at the sword so beautiful it could serve as a mirror. “How should I prove it?”
Qin Weiji replied languidly, “Didn’t you say you’d rather die than leave? At times like these, one should prove their resolve through death.”
Shen Xin, “?”
So… he wanted her to stab herself with this sword?
How perverted was that?
Qiyuan, who had been standing nearby, snapped out of his daze and gritted his teeth. “Qin Weiji, don’t go too far!”
Qin Weiji naturally ignored Qiyuan. He simply watched Shen Xin, his tone lazily drawn out yet laced with cold menace. “Either die, or divorce.”
Shen Xin’s fingers trembled slightly. Somehow, she understood the meaning in Qin Weiji’s deep eyes—he was telling her he had no patience left to play along with this ‘adulterous couple’.
After speaking, he sat back down, his lowered voice carrying obvious gloom. “If you don’t dare, then get out.”
This sentence was infused with divine power. The overwhelming pressure made Shen Xin’s chest ache with suffocating pain, almost unbearable.
Qiyuan’s face also paled, barely managing to steady himself without shamefully stumbling backward.
Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Shen Xin’s wrist. “Xin’er, let’s go first.”
Without hesitation, Shen Xin shook off his hand. Under his astonished gaze, she reached out and grasped the sword floating before her.
She looked at Qin Weiji, a light laugh curling her lips. “As long as I dare to prove it, you’ll believe I love you and won’t divorce me. Is that right?”
Finally, even Qiyuan sensed something was wrong.
Shen Xin didn’t seem to be throwing a tantrum or playing around—she was serious. Did she truly not want to divorce Qin Weiji?
Qin Weiji also opened his eyes again, watching the woman holding the longsword.
She was his wife, bound to him for a thousand years. He believed he understood her reasonably well.
She loved wearing bright red gauze dresses embroidered with large golden peonies, her long hair styled into an intricate updo adorned with several gold and jade hairpins, her makeup equally bold and vibrant.
She was indeed beautiful, but in Qin Weiji’s eyes, her beauty was overly garish.
She bore no resemblance to a High God of the Cloud Sea; instead, she seemed like a seductive creature from the snowy plains—utterly vulgar.
Yet at this moment, when Qin Weiji met her gaze, he was startled to discover that when she smiled, her eyes seemed to hold the brilliance of the moon and stars, dazzling and radiant.
In that instant, Xiao Ai sensed Shen Xin’s intent and lost her composure, exclaiming in alarm, “Don’t act recklessly! If you do this, you might just…”
But Shen Xin had already raised her hand, turning the sword tip toward her own heart, and with fierce, merciless force, plunged it deep inside.