Chapter 098: It Was Her Own Dirty Thoughts

Can a single question truly compensate for the wounds of her childhood heart?

Besides, what was there worth asking?

Yan Shu frowned slightly. “Can’t you offer some other form of compensation?”

[No, that’s not possible. Besides, once the goal is achieved, Xiao Jiu must leave within half an hour. If you have any questions, host, you should ask them soon.]

Such a one-day-tour system was truly absurd!

Yan Shu honestly didn’t know what else to ask. She already knew the plot of this entire world, and according to the system, Xiao Ji Han wouldn’t harbor murderous intentions toward her anymore.

She pondered for a long while before speaking. “What’s the deal with Xiao Ji Han’s favorability anyway? You keep telling me to increase his affection, but as far as I know, pushing anyone’s favorability to the extreme always causes problems. He won’t fall in love with me and then kill his wife to achieve enlightenment or something, will he?”

Yan Shu had reason to suspect this was a trap.

In the original novel, Xiao Ji Han’s spiritual root only fully evolved because he refined her mutated spiritual root. The Heavenly Dao never allowed her to stray far from Xiao Ji Han, clearly treating her as Xiao Ji Han’s reserve food source.

Now that Xiao Ji Han wasn’t going to kill her, they had conjured up a system, making her frantically raise his affection, ultimately to be used up so Xiao Ji Han could kill his wife for enlightenment, sever love and ascend, making up for the bug of not refining her spiritual root?

System?

Yan Shu, a seasoned bookworm, understood all too well what a system was. These so-called systems were nothing more than products of higher realms. She didn’t know what the Heavenly Dao truly was, but in quick transmigration novels, such conspiracies were everywhere!

[Host, you’re overthinking. Xiao Jiu does come from a higher realm, but we’re a legitimate company entrusted by the Father God, helping those who’ve accumulated blessings over several lifetimes but died unexpectedly to live well in small worlds.]

Yan Shu believed this; after all, she’d been a model student every year and often helped old ladies cross the street.

She thought for a moment. “You want me to keep raising the male lead’s affection, but you’re sure there won’t be any problems if I keep doing so?”

[Is that your chosen question, host?]

Yan Shu considered it. She really had nothing else to ask, so she nodded. “Yes, that’s what I want to ask.”

[You can rest assured, host. The male lead won’t have a partner in the lower realm. The favorability notes are only for reference. Even if you max it out at one hundred, and it shows he’s deeply in love with you, it doesn’t carry any real meaning. There’s no issue at all!]

The term “lower realm” caught Yan Shu’s attention. “So, his partner will be in the upper realm? After he ascends?”

[Host, didn’t you see the extra chapters?]

Yan Shu was a bit confused. “A male-targeted novel—when did it ever have extra chapters?”

[Xiao Jiu can only answer one question for the host.]

Fine then, as long as there’s no trap.

Yan Shu nodded. “Alright, I understand.”

[Then, farewell host. Xiao Jiu wishes you a peaceful and wonderful life in this world.]

The system called Xiao Jiu departed as swiftly as it had arrived, just a gust of wind.

Yan Shu felt a bit regretful. Had she known there were extra chapters, she would’ve asked what they contained.

Yawning and sitting up, Yan Shu finally took time to observe the room—a bed draped in red gauze, a dressing table, a desk beneath the window, its surface empty, likely a writing desk.

Could it be that her master had finally grown a conscience and arranged a proper room for her?

She glanced at her undergarments, frowning slightly. Who had removed her outer robe? And her shoes and socks?

Never mind. Whoever it was, it could only have been her master, who was just a soul and a spirit thousands of years old, or her junior brother—both excluded from any awkwardness.

Yes, after Xiao Jiu’s answer, she no longer regarded Xiao Ji Han as an adult man but as a genderless being, entirely insulated from matters between men and women.

Yan Shu stretched comfortably, got out of bed, and dressed.

Opening the door, she saw Xiao Ji Han tidying medicinal herbs outside. Above his head, a green bar was displayed, boldly declaring: Favorability: 25 (Affection)

Recalling what Xiao Jiu had said about the favorability annotation being meaningless, Yan Shu raised an eyebrow and automatically ignored the word “affection.”

After a night’s sleep, his favorability had risen seven points. It seemed reaching one hundred wouldn’t be difficult.

In a cheerful mood, Yan Shu stepped forward and greeted him. “Busy with something? Need any help?”

Xiao Ji Han glanced back at her, saw her smiling and calm as usual, and lowered his gaze slightly. “No need. These herbs will be used for medicine later.”

“Then I’ll leave you to it. I’m off to tend the fields.”

Yan Shu turned toward the medicine garden. After a few steps, she looked back and flashed him a bright smile. “Let’s work hard together. As promised, when we get out, I’ll grow spiritual plants and you’ll refine pills—we’ll get rich together!”

Seeing her smile, Xiao Ji Han responded, “Alright.”

Yan Shu walked away, feeling delighted.

After she left, the Medicine King ambled out, glanced in Yan Shu’s direction, and asked in a low voice, “How was your wedding night?”

Xiao Ji Han looked at him, then shifted his gaze away, grinding the dried herbs into powder. “She drank too much last night.”

The Medicine King understood the implication, clicking his tongue. “As the saying goes, a man has no chance if a woman doesn’t get drunk. You really don’t know how to seize an opportunity. I even blocked my senses all night for you.”

Xiao Ji Han didn’t respond to that, instead asking, “Where did you learn all these sayings, Master?”

“Ahem, back in my day—”

“No need, Master.” Xiao Ji Han decisively interrupted him and focused on grinding the herbs.

The Medicine King: …

He’d endured over ten thousand years, finally took in two disciples to talk to, and both were so dismissive. Was it easy for him?

After a busy day, Yan Shu happily entered her room in the evening, ready to get into bed.

Just as she removed her outer robe and lay down, Xiao Ji Han opened the door and entered.

Their eyes met, and Yan Shu was slightly stunned. “Did you come to the wrong room?”

Xiao Ji Han closed the door casually, saying, “There are only two rooms in the entire Medicine King Valley.”

Right, of course.

This room had always been their shared resting place for sleep and meditation.

Yan Shu glanced at the bed beneath her, hesitated, and said, “But… there’s only one bed.”

“Mhm.” Xiao Ji Han took off his outer robe, hung it nearby, and came to the bedside, looking at her. “The bed is quite large.”

Was the size of the bed really the issue? It was one thing for them to share a room as man and woman, but sharing a bed—what was that supposed to mean?

Before she could voice her doubts, Xiao Ji Han was already sitting on the edge of the bed, removing his shoes and socks, then looked at her and asked, “Will you sleep inside or outside?”

Yan Shu reflexively replied, “Inside.”

As soon as she said it, she realized something was off. “Wait—”

But Xiao Ji Han was already on the bed, lying along its edge, pulling the quilt over himself and closing his eyes.

His composure and practiced movements plunged Yan Shu into deep self-doubt.

He was, after all, the pure and virtuous male lead. Clearly, it was her own thoughts that were indecent.