Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 186: The Trouble with Role Playing

"Just try it," came Feng Ya Xianzi's cool voice, freezing 'Ye Meijing's' hand in mid-air. Eventually, she decided against unsealing her mute point and obediently led the way forward.

As they entered the cafeteria, many glanced at 'Ye Wenxin' and 'Ye Meijing', whispering among themselves.

"Is that the famous Ye Wenxin?"

"She doesn't seem particularly special."

"Try standing in the ring against her. Last a single move, and I'll kneel and call you master!"

In just one day, Ye Wenxin had stirred up quite a sensation. Conversations continued, full of skepticism about Ye Wenxin's legend. 'Ye Meijing' tried to ignore the chatter, using her disciple token to order a few dishes, which she quickly brought back.

Once again, the crowd's focus shifted to 'Ye Meijing', unaware of who this woman was beside Ye Wenxin.

"I heard Ye Wenxin has a fondness for women and is involved with many disciples."

"Really? That's not good. We already have so few female disciples."

As the murmuring persisted, 'Ye Meijing' felt helpless. She couldn't fathom what had caused such a misunderstanding. Unable to speak, she sat beside Feng Ya Xianzi with reluctance.

Feng Ya Xianzi cast a brief glance at 'Ye Meijing' before gracefully picking up her chopsticks. She ate slowly, with an inexplicable elegance. Despite using the same face, Feng Ya Xianzi's demeanor seemed imbued with a magical quality, making it hard to look away.

"Eat," she said, noticing 'Ye Meijing's' overly bold gaze. Placing a piece of spiritual vegetable in 'Ye Meijing's' bowl, her tone remained indifferent, yet the gesture felt surprisingly considerate.

Unable to speak, 'Ye Meijing' ate the spiritual vegetable, unsure if it was her imagination that made it taste particularly delightful.

The table remained silent, surrounded by lively discussions about the Xian Sect Tournament.

"Wenxin, there you are." A woman's voice startled 'Ye Meijing', who had been focused on Feng Ya Xianzi's eating. She had forgotten to stay aware of her surroundings.

Looking up, 'Ye Meijing' saw Long Qing'er standing in front of 'Ye Wenxin'.

Wearing a light purple gown and a veil that revealed only her stunning eyes, she gazed with delight.

Long Qing'er had advanced smoothly in today's competition, but Ye Wenxin's progress surprised her. She thought Ye Wenxin had been holding back and intended to teach her a lesson, only to find today's 'Ye Wenxin' unexpectedly cold.

Upon seeing her, 'Ye Wenxin' merely glanced up and continued eating.

Long Qing'er felt a bit awkward, wondering if her assistance to Ye Wenxin had been discovered. Yet Ye Wenxin's attitude seemed purely indifferent, reminding her of Feng Ya Xianzi.

"Are you imitating Feng Ya Xianzi, Wenxin?" Long Qing'er mused, assuming 'Ye Wenxin' was mimicking Feng Ya Xianzi to tease her. She examined her closely and added, "Your demeanor is quite similar, but your looks don't quite match."

The real Ye Wenxin, listening nearby, could only smile wryly. Silenced by the mute point, she couldn't explain this amusing misunderstanding.

Hearing the name, Feng Ya's 'Ye Wenxin' paused her meal, swallowing before turning her gaze to Long Qing'er.

Under that beautiful gaze, Long Qing'er felt unexpectedly nervous. She tried to spot flaws in Ye Wenxin's disguise but found none.

"Even the gaze is similar. My master always looks at me like this," Long Qing'er said excitedly, unaware that the 'Ye Wenxin' she admired was actually Feng Ya Xianzi herself.

The outer sect differed from the inner sect, where disciples could call Feng Ya Xianzi "Master" or "Sect Leader." Yet everyone knew Feng Ya Xianzi's unattainability, commonly using her full name out of respect.

Few were as bold as Long Qing'er, who dared to call Feng Ya Xianzi "Master." Watching Long Qing'er unknowingly speak to Feng Ya Xianzi, 'Ye Meijing' felt a pang of anxiety, fearing the day Long Qing'er realized she had been speaking so freely to Feng Ya Xianzi.

Contemplating this, 'Ye Meijing' reached for her silver needle to unseal her mute point, only to have her hand caught by Feng Ya Xianzi. Her cold gaze met 'Ye Meijing's', and she slowly shook her head.

"And who might this be?" Long Qing'er finally snapped out of her excitement and looked at 'Ye Meijing'.

Unable to speak, 'Ye Meijing' pointed to her throat and waved at Long Qing'er.

"Is this a new junior sister you've taken under your wing, Wenxin?" Long Qing'er guessed, not pressing for why 'Ye Meijing' couldn't speak.

More curious about today's agreeable Ye Wenxin than the newcomer, Long Qing'er pondered, "Did you lose a bet, Wenxin, and that's why you're playing Feng Ya Xianzi?"

Long Qing'er speculated, wanting to tease 'Ye Wenxin', but opted to simply hold 'Ye Wenxin's' hand.

'Ye Meijing' watched, pale-faced, as Long Qing'er innocently continued, "Your hand feels a bit cold. Are you unwell? You used to be so warm. Shall I keep you company tonight to calm your nerves?"

Long Qing'er playfully suggested. Among everyone, Long Qing'er had the least ambiguous relationship with 'Ye Meijing'. Her heart belonged to Feng Ya Xianzi, maintaining a friendly sisterly bond with Ye Wenxin.

The problem was, Long Qing'er's words often carried hints of flirtation, making 'Ye Meijing's' scalp tingle. She tried signaling with her eyes, but Long Qing'er failed to grasp 'Ye Meijing's' distress.

"What's with your junior sister? She's been blinking non-stop. Remember, subordinates are always subordinates; never let them overstep," Long Qing'er advised, addressing 'Ye Wenxin' with warmth but viewing 'Ye Meijing' with an air of authority.