Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 42

It was so warm that Song Miaomiao unconsciously turned over, greeted by the soft quilt, the comfortable pillow, and a faint scent lingering in the air.

Song Miaomiao opened her eyes and sat up. Before her lay an exquisite ancient wooden bed adorned with intricate patterns and colors, topped with a pink gauze bed cover.

A woman dressed in light blue ancient attire delicately held up one side of the gauze curtain and whispered softly, “Princess, you are up.”

Princess? Where is this?

The woman held up the gauze curtain on the other side, while another woman in the same light blue ancient costume stood nearby holding a lotus-colored blouse. Yet another woman, also dressed in the same attire, held a basin, and another held tea. Wisps of smoke still rose from the incense burner on the wooden table, casting an antique, resplendent, and gorgeous atmosphere throughout the room.

Song Miaomiao quickly touched her face, finding it slightly plumper. Though the outline of her bones and the height of the bridge of her nose remained the same as before, she pulled back the quilt embroidered with auspicious clouds. Underneath lay the body of a delicate, beautiful figure—a graceful girl.

What is going on?

Isn’t she dead?

Or is this the next unfilled pit?

Song Miaomiao touched her left earlobe with her right hand according to the old method, [System Oppa, are you still there?]

The familiar mechanical and electronic male voice sounded again, [The system has been successfully loaded and is starting, please wait.]

The system is still there!

System Oppa: [Hi, author Miaomiao, welcome to Lujiang Literature again, congratulations on finishing your first book “Farewell to Jianghu”. Our mission is: If you dig a pit, you must fill it, even if you cry!]

Song Miaomiao: [Did I finish the first book? Am I not dead? Didn’t Master Fang strangle me to death?]

System Oppa: [According to the system’s judgment, the plot involving the character ‘Song Wanyu’ whom you’re bound to in the book ‘Farewell to Jianghu’ has reached a reasonable ending.]

Song Miaomiao: [So that’s how it is! Then… What about Ling Qianyi? Is he okay? Did Master Fang hurt him?]

System Oppa: [According to the data records, Master Fang died at the same time you left the body of “Song Wanyu”. Master Fang did not hurt Ling Qianyi.]

Song Miaomiao: [Then what happened to Ling Qianyi?]

System Oppa: [Sorry, author Miaomiao, I don’t know. When you left that body, I left the book world with you, and the plot of the book world will no longer be overseen by me.]

Song Miaomiao: [You don’t know either? Aren’t you a system?]

System Oppa: [The system follows the author to each world in the book and can only know what happens when the author is present. The Lujiang Literature will automatically record the subsequent development of the book.]

Song Miaomiao: [Then can you contact Lujiang Literature?]

System Oppa: [I don’t have this permission.]

“Princess?” The woman standing beside said again, “Princess, are you feeling unwell?”

Song Miaomiao was pulled back to the present world by the woman’s voice. She silently shook her head, lost in her thoughts.

Seeing that Song Miaomiao hadn’t moved for a long time, the woman asked tentatively, “Princess, are you going to get up?”

Song Miaomiao shook her head once more, then settled back onto the bed, turning away from the woman in the room and covering her head with the quilt.

She still couldn’t shake off thoughts of the previous world. What would happen to Ling Qianyi now that she was gone? With Master Fang dead, he should be safe. Would he end up with the Demon Princess as she had imagined, even though she hadn’t written it down? They should be together—they were the designated couple. Otherwise, wouldn’t her own story lack a CP?

Song Miaomiao remained lost in her thoughts, cocooned within the quilt. Her mind wandered between memories of her past life and concerns for the other characters in the story.

Until a calm middle-aged man’s voice sounded behind Song Miaomiao, “Xiaoxiao.”

She was very surprised, turning around and opening the quilt, her eyes filled with astonishment. A middle-aged bearded man adorned in bright yellow attire embroidered with a golden dragon and beautiful jade sat beside the bed, looking at her kindly.

With his attire, wasn’t he the Emperor? So the original owner really was a Princess?

The middle-aged man stretched out his palm and touched Song Miaomiao’s forehead. “Xiaoxiao, do you feel unwell?”

Song Miaomiao: [ System Oppa, which book is this? What role am I bound to now?]

The man waved his hand and called out, “Quickly, summon the physician.”

System Oppa: [Current world of the novel titled “There Are Beautiful Women in the North”, Genre: Original—Romance—Alternate History. You are now binding with the character “Princess Changrou” Xiao Luxiao.]

“There Are Beautiful Women in the North?”

Song Miaomiao remembered that this book was a small abuse novel, one that she had abandoned. The male lead in the original book was a Prince Consort, and the female lead was a Prince’s wife.

The male and female leads were childhood sweethearts. The male lead married the Princess, while the female lead married the Prince.

With the male lead and the Princess together, wouldn’t it result in abuse?

With this identity, she was destined to be a cruel and sad abuser.

And Song Miaomiao’s bound body now belonged to that cannon fodder, Xiao Luxiao.

　　…

The curtains on both sides of the bed were lowered once more.

Through the gauze curtain, Song Miaomiao saw a vague bearded official kneeling beside the bed. “The old minister sees the Emperor,” he said.

The Emperor reached out and took Song Miaomiao’s small hand, exposing only a small part of her wrist. “He Aiqing, quickly feel the pulse of Princess Changrou,” he commanded.

The Imperial Physician responded with a “yes” and knelt down beside Song Miaomiao’s bedside. A court lady covered her wrist with a handkerchief, and the Imperial Physician carefully checked her pulse.

The Emperor inquired, “Physician He, what’s wrong with Princess Changrou?”

Imperial Physician He hesitated before replying, “From the pulse condition, the Princess’s body appears to be normal.”

The Emperor said, “Then why is Princess Changrou so listless this morning? She didn’t say a word. She looks at me so strangely, as if she is looking at a stranger.”

“This…” Doctor He said hesitantly, “Princess’s pulse does not seem to indicate illness…”

“Um?”