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Shi Qingyu was seventeen when she transmigrated into this world.
Now, after years of cunning, blood, sweat, and quite a few morally grey decisions, she had finally secured her place as the Peak Lady of XXX Peak, a modest, obscure peak dedicated to the rare art of future reading.
Only eight disciples had made the cut. Not because she was strict, but because the ability to glimpse the future was uncommon and dangerous. That suited her just fine. Fewer disciples meant less responsibility.
Her daily routine was a testament to indulgence: sleep when she pleased, eat when she felt like it, paperwork handled by her dutiful disciples, and lectures held once a weekat. She didn’t even have to appoint any Hall Masters. It was perfect.
She had six years left before Luo Binghe would arrive at Cang Qiong. Six precious years to stockpile resources, hideaway spots, and escape routes. Her plan was simple: disappear into seclusion with her disciples and live out a peaceful life far from the chaos of fate.
But… if only she could take Shen Qingqiu with her.
Her poor, doomed Shen-shixiong. A scum villain fated to become the protagonist's stepping stone. It was tragic, really. He didn’t even kill Liu Qingge, despite what everyone would think in the future. No, he tried to save him, from a Qi deviation no less. But no one would care to find the truth. They didn’t even bother to verify Liu-shidi’s body.
So why not fake Shen Qingqiu’s death? The other Peak Lords were idiots. She could plant a fake corpse, and they’d eat it up just like they did with Liu-shidi. Then whisk him away and live out a dream cottage life far from this script. A little lakeside retreat, some chickens, books, soft blankets, her sleepy-eyed shixiong beside her, what a future.
Lost in thought, Shi Qingyu didn’t realize where she was.
Currently? In a Peak Lord meeting. Oops.
To the other Peak Lords, it was eerie. Her mouth wasn’t moving, but her voice echoed clearly in their minds. All except for Shen Qingqiu and herself.
Shi Qingyu remained oblivious, continuing her mental rambling with a dreamy expression.
“Yue Qingyuan is a coward.”
She mused.
“Doesn’t he know Shen Qingqiu’s had feelings for him for years? Why else would he wait all that time at the Qiu household? Pathetic.”
A paper slipped from Yue Qingyuan’s hands.
“Zhangmen-shixiong, is something the matter?”
She asked innocently.
Everyone shook their heads, far too quickly.
“Shen-shixiong deserves better...”
She continued silently.
“He even saved his virginity for that coward.”
Qi Qingqi choked on her tea. Liu Qingge stared at Shen Qingqiu as if seeing him for the first time.
Meanwhile, Shen Qingqiu, having pulled several all-nighters doing sect paperwork (because most of the peak Lords never lifted a finger to do it properly), was fast asleep with his head on the table, dead to the world. Same with Mu Qingfang, he had been catching up many deadlines.
“Poor shixiong…"
Shi Qingyu sighed internally.
“If only the other Peak Lords weren’t always making his life hell…”
A long silence followed. One by one, the other Peak Lords glanced at Shen Qingqiu with an unfamiliar sense of guilt.
Wasn’t he the lazy one? The cold, sarcastic Peak Lord? The lecher?
But it turned out… he’d used his own money to support the sect. Even when he starved, he never sold the gifts Yue Qingyuan gave him. Not even once.
Moved by something even he didn’t understand, Yue Qingyuan gently took off his outer robe and draped it over Shen Qingqiu.
The man stirred, furrowed his brow. Then, to everyone's horror and disbelief, climbed into Zhangmen-shixiong’s lap and curled up like a cat.
He continued sleeping there, soft breathing even, completely unaware of the stunned silence that had swallowed the room.
Shi Qingyu continued to think.
"Shen-shixiong is so cute! I want to **** and *** and **** his ****!"
Everyone stared at Shi Qingyu in horror. Qi Qingqi silently fixed her peak's rule. No more banning Shen Qingqiu. Instead, he was welcoming into her peak for protection. Especially from Shi Qingyu.
"The meeting ends here."
Yue Qingyuan carried Shen Qingqiu in his arms, ran away from the meeting. From Shi Qingyu to be specific.
Shi Qingyu blinked in confusion.
"What the hell?"
Same. The other peak Lords thought.