Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.

Chapter 15: Little Sweetie ✨

Luo Jinxiao was left speechless by Qu Weiyin's scolding, opting to remain silent while internally grumbling about how Qu Weiyin seemed perpetually ready to explode like a firecracker.

At that moment, the sword spirit reappeared, awkwardly carrying a book that seemed enormous in its tiny hands.

"Here," the sword spirit said, tossing the book at Luo Jinxiao.

Luo Jinxiao caught it deftly, found the page on forbidden techniques, and respectfully handed it to Qu Weiyin.

Qu Weiyin flipped through it briefly before stopping, her fingertips sparking a flame that consumed the book to ashes. "Such misleading nonsense," she remarked, brushing the ash from her clothes with a look of disapproval.

Luo Jinxiao kept her head down, refraining from speaking.

"Your friend is here," Qu Weiyin noted, glancing at the window before turning her gaze back to Luo Jinxiao. "Impressive how quickly you've made connections."

Friend? Could it be Lu Fanzhi? How did she find this place? Luo Jinxiao realized she'd been unconscious for days, oblivious to external events. She boldly blinked at Qu Weiyin.

Qu Weiyin met her gaze with indifference, offering no response.

Luo Jinxiao edged closer with a smile that revealed her teeth: "Senior Aunt, I’ve been asleep for five whole days..."

"If you have something to ask, be quick about it," Qu Weiyin said, settling down and conjuring a steaming cup of tea with a flick of her fingers.

"Well, I don’t need to pay for the Wuhui Palace, right?" Luo Jinxiao's smile faded, replaced by unease.

Qu Weiyin hadn't considered this, almost choking on her tea. She placed the cup down, raising her eyes to assess Luo Jinxiao: "Do you have the money?"

Luo Jinxiao shook her head quickly.

"Then what are you worried about? At worst, you'll pay with your life. The Wuhui Palace has stood for a century; trading your life for it isn't a loss."

Luo Jinxiao's heart tightened, eyes widening like a startled deer, amusing Qu Weiyin, though she quickly masked it with indifference: "The elders have sentenced you to cut firewood in the back mountain. You can't return to the Wuhui Sect until you've cut enough for a year."

"A year's worth? And I can’t use spiritual power?" Luo Jinxiao found no humor in the situation. Summoning a Qiongqi seemed like a death sentence.

"They've circled below several times. Are you going down, or do they come up?" Qu Weiyin glanced out the window, tilting her chin slightly.

With a face full of sorrow, Luo Jinxiao was about to speak when Qu Weiyin nodded, waved her hand, and a gust of wind sent two people tumbling in through the window. One rolled to the ground, unable to stand, while the other, seemingly more skilled, staggered to their feet.

"Sister!" The girl who regained her balance lunged forward. Luo Jinxiao, still weak, almost fell but felt a supportive force at her waist.

She looked toward Qu Weiyin, who seemed completely unaware, sipping her tea lazily.

Suspicious, Luo Jinxiao turned her attention to the girl, who appeared about her age and bore a slight resemblance. Her lips were naturally red, her nose small and delicate, her eyes dark, though lacking Luo Jinxiao's cheerful dimples, her face rounder and less impish.