Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.

Chapter 115: Morning and Night (End)✨

"Zhao! Zhao!"

A jumble of calls roused Zhao Zhao. She opened her misty eyes and rubbed them vigorously.

A woman, dressed in fine silks and a headscarf, burst through the door, pulling Zhao Zhao from the bed and hurriedly warming her hands.

"You naughty child! Why are you so disobedient? Why didn't you stay in the room with the charcoal brazier and instead sneak off to the side room? You must be frozen!" Madam Li was both angry and worried, quickly instructing the servants to light the underfloor heating in this room as well.

"I'm fine, Mother," Zhao Zhao yawned, her voice soft and childish for a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

Seeing her like this, Madam Li's anger subsided, replaced by a wave of tenderness. She gently draped a garment over her daughter, tears welling in her eyes.

Both she and her husband were from minor branches of immortal cultivation families, lacking immortal veins. They had started from nothing, building their wealth through a tavern business. They were quite old and unable to conceive, so this daughter was a gift from the gods fourteen years ago.

That day, she and her husband knelt before the ancestral shrine, weeping and praying to heaven. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, and a tall woman in a green robe appeared before them, a woman in red standing behind her.

The green-robed woman's face was obscured by the shadows, yet her ethereal beauty was still evident. Her voice was gentle as she asked if they would still want the child even if she were missing parts of her soul.

Madam Li, desperate for a child, readily nodded. The woman then produced a small packet, and a beam of light flowed into Madam Li's body.

Once this was done, the woman took the hand of the woman in red and floated away, leaving behind only one sentence:

"Her name is Zhao Zhao."

Only then did Madam Li and her husband realize that the woman was a legendary celestial being. They immediately prostrated themselves, overcome with gratitude.

Zhao Zhao was indeed different from other children. She was missing one soul and one spirit. While not intellectually impaired, she was somewhat slow and her actions were unusual.

Miraculously, she possessed an immortal vein, yet she couldn't even perform the most basic Qi cultivation, unable to learn any immortal arts.

But she was undeniably adorable, with bright eyes, fair skin, a delicate upturned nose, and lips like plump berries. Her smile revealed charming dimples. Madam Li doted on her excessively, fulfilling her every wish, but rarely allowed her to go outside.

"Are you still sleepy? Should I have someone carry you back to your room?" Madam Li asked gently.

Zhao Zhao shook her head, her round eyes crinkling into slits as she said sweetly, "I'm hungry, Mother."

"Breakfast is ready; let's go eat in your room," Madam Li said, taking Zhao Zhao's hand and leading her into the hallway.

"Your master, whom your mother and father have arranged for you, has arrived today. She's a disciple of the Wu Hui Sect, quite young but with exceptionally high cultivation. You must study diligently," Madam Li said patiently.

Zhao Zhao never disobeyed her parents, so she smiled and agreed.

Madam Li nodded with satisfaction. Zhao Zhao's obedience was endearing. She knew, however, that Zhao Zhao's aptitude was simply not suited for cultivation. But she and her husband were old, and would eventually pass away, leaving their daughter alone and vulnerable. Life would be difficult for her.