Chapter 2#

Lies#

The firelight added a touch of warmth to Yin Yuheng’s cold face.

Yin Yuheng didn’t answer his question, smiling without a word, and reached out to wipe the blood from Lu Yan’s face.

Lu Yan stared blankly at Yin Yuheng.

Yin Yuheng’s gaze was gentle and concerned, as if the arrow hadn’t been shot by him at all: “Don’t move, the medicine hasn’t worn off yet. Do you have old injuries? New and old injuries stacked together must be very painful.”

Yin Yuheng thought leisurely, how painful could it be? Was it as painful as having his spiritual platform destroyed, spiritual bones removed, and hands and feet broken?

Lu Yan was indeed in great pain, and hearing Yin Yuheng’s voice, his heart suddenly ached.

He was far from his homeland, being hunted, sleeping rough, and could only heal himself alone. He had gradually fallen into despair, never expecting anyone to save him or ask if he was in pain.

Suddenly injured and unconscious, suddenly rescued and awakened. Everything happened too fast for him to react. The pain in his body hadn’t subsided, and he couldn’t move, so he subconsciously grabbed Yin Yuheng’s clothes, like a drowning man clutching a piece of driftwood.

Yin Yuheng thought he was in unbearable pain and comforted him: “Don’t worry, what I fed you was a Spirit Marrow Pill, it can restore spiritual meridians, clear residual toxins, and heal both new and old injuries.”

Lu Yan’s heart trembled slightly.

He knew about the Spirit Marrow Pill. This was a legendary top-grade elixir, priceless and rare, only a few high-ranking families in Chaoge possessed a few, never showing them to others.

This priceless elixir was casually given to him, a stranger?

Lu Yan couldn’t describe his feelings at that moment.

He came from a noble background and had seen countless intrigues. There were too many people who stood by and watched, let alone offering help in times of need; not adding insult to injury was already considered good.

Lu Yan spoke intermittently: “Meeting by chance, you… why…”

Yin Yuheng smiled softly: “It’s fate that we met, what’s the harm in saving your life?”

Seeing that Lu Yan still wanted to speak, Yin Yuheng gently interrupted him: “Don’t force yourself, you should sleep first, I’ll watch over you, rest assured.”

Perhaps Yin Yuheng’s voice was too sincere, too reassuring, Lu Yan felt his head heavy and was on the verge of falling asleep.

Lu Yan said hoarsely: “What… what’s your name…”

Just before he completely closed his eyes, he heard the young man’s smiling voice: “Bai Heng.”

*

Lu Yan fell into a deep sleep.

The surrounding firelight gradually extinguished, and a smell of burnt grass and wood permeated the air.

Yin Yuheng still had a gentle smile on his face, gazing intently at Lu Yan.

Yin Yuheng’s face was truly exceptionally beautiful; when he looked at someone, he would give them the gentle illusion that they were his whole world; his smile was like a spring breeze, concealing the deep-seated indifference and aloofness in his eyes. Even if one knew it was all false, they might still be unable to resist falling for it.

Xiao Bai watched the entire process from the shadows. It was a book spirit, not a human, and didn’t understand human emotions, but even it felt that Heng-ge under the moonlight was impossibly beautiful.

Xiao Bai still remembered the first time it met Yin Yuheng, who was leaning by the window on the twenty-seventh floor, with golden curtains fluttering around him in the wind. In the twilight, the distant sky blended with deep blues and light reds.

The damp river wind stirred the boy’s fine, soft short hair, and in the semi-dark, semi-bright light, he smiled softly.

“Aren’t we going to transmigrate to save the world in the book?”

“Let’s go.”

In a trance, Xiao Bai felt like it heard Yin Yuheng’s voice again.

Suddenly, it jolted awake, realizing it wasn’t its imagination, Yin Yuheng was really telling it to go, feeling a bit confused.

“Go…? Are we going already?”

Yin Yuheng had already let go, pushed Lu Yan aside, and stood up.

“Otherwise? Stay here and brave the cold wind?”

Suddenly, Yin Yuheng remembered something, bent down again… and retrieved the hand warmer from Lu Yan’s arms.

A cold wind blew, and Lu Yan shivered in his sleep.

“No problem now, let’s go.”

Xiao Bai: “…”

How could it forget, its Heng-ge was indeed beautiful, and indeed ruthless.

“Didn’t you say you were going to watch over him?”

“Just said it casually, anyone who believes it is foolish.” Yin Yuheng said indifferently.

Xiao Bai: “…” It felt like it was being subtly criticized.

Suddenly, it remembered that the plot stated that after Lu Yan discovered who had severely injured him with an arrow, he deliberately approached the “Yin Yuheng” in the original book, deceiving his feelings. Then, when “Yin Yuheng” was full of joy and trust, he cruelly betrayed him.

First, he would lift you to the clouds, then abandon you in the mud.

Enjoy your pain, despise your stupidity.

Playing with and humiliating, sneering and mocking—

“I was just tricking you, anyone who believes it is foolish.”

Thinking of this, Xiao Bai understood.

Heng-ge was holding a grudge.

Xiao Bai looked at Lu Yan on the ground and no longer felt sorry for him: “Let’s go, let’s go, the plot is over, Heng-ge, let’s go home and eat dumplings!”

*

Yin Yuheng left the inn and continued his journey, the carriage heading towards Chaoge.

“I’m afraid I can’t eat dumplings yet. There are still one, two, three, four scumbags to deal with, I’ve just finished with one.”

Yin Yuheng sat in the carriage, wrapped in fox fur, with an exquisite small wooden box on his lap. Inside the box lay a white lotus flower.

Yin Yuheng bit his finger, blood dripped from his fingertip, seeping into the petals, and soon no trace of it could be seen.

Yin Yuheng closed the wooden box, his face even paler, and coughed violently.

This was the Yellow Spring Flower that Yin Yuheng had specially sought from the Demon Realm, growing only on the banks of the Ghost River, extremely difficult to pick. Once picked, this flower would quickly wither unless fed daily with the spiritual blood of the picker, only then could it remain in bloom.

—From the Demon Realm to Chaoge, even with the Wusui horses that traveled a thousand li a day, it would still take nearly a month. Yin Yuheng fed it with his blood all the way, just to bring this flower before that person.

Unfortunately, Yin Yuheng knew in his heart that the Yellow Spring Flower he had painstakingly brought back would ultimately be casually given away by that person.

Yin Yuheng thought, this is the fate of a simp! The type he despised the most in his previous life.

However, at this moment, this simp was him.

After silently muttering “fate plays tricks on people” twice, Yin Yuheng casually threw the wooden box aside and smiled: “The Yellow Spring Flower for the underworld, a perfect match.”

Xiao Bai: “…Are you cursing Li Guanghan?”

Li Guanghan, the renowned Lord of Penglai and Imperial Advisor of Li Dynasty, possessed extraordinary cultivation and his sword shocked the world.

He was also Yin Yuheng’s master.

This Yellow Spring Flower was to be given to him.

Yin Yuheng continued to smile: “How could I! I love Master so much. Master is my moonlight, and I am Master’s simp!”

Otherwise, why would he live for him, die for him, give everything for him, and fall into the abyss for him?

Xiao Bai shivered at Yin Yuheng’s smile and quickly comforted him: “Simping for one is a simp, simping for many is a playboy. This is an NP abusive love story, there are four scumbag alphas you can simp for, so you’re not a simp, you’re a playboy, Heng-ge.”

Playboy Yin Yuheng: “…Thank you, you’re really good at comforting people.”

*

As Xiao Bai said, this world was actually derived from a book, with a cliché title: “After Losing My Memory, I Became the Darlings of the Big Shots.”

In his previous life, Yin Yuheng lay in bed all day with nothing to do, and accidentally saw this title. He thought that although it was cliché, it should be a sweet story. Especially since the protagonist’s name was the same as his, Yin Yuheng became curious and clicked on it out of boredom.

Unexpectedly, when he looked down, the tag was: Abusive Love.

Yin Yuheng had a bad feeling, and after reading the plot, he understood what it meant to be treacherous in the human world.

Yin Yuheng suspected the author had a grudge against the protagonist.

Darling? Do your big shots dote on people by deceiving, imprisoning, torturing, and abusing them?

As a protagonist, the “Yin Yuheng” in the original text was truly tragically pitiful.

He was clearly the Crown Prince of Li Dynasty, born noble, with peerless beauty, yet he was abused physically and mentally by several scumbag alphas, losing his identity and memory, and falling to the bottom.

After the protagonist lost his memory, several scumbag alphas appeared in turn, pretending to be saviors full of deep affection, deceiving the protagonist into full trust, and staging a tragic love drama.

None of the alphas were normal.

For example, the alpha with the most scenes, Li Guanghan, was an eccentric who had a “white moonlight” (a cherished first love) and forced the protagonist to donate blood.

“He’s your junior brother, save him… it’s just a little blood… even for Master, save Anning, okay?”

Yin Yuheng saw this and thought, you’re really a dog. I donate blood for the benefit of society and get a carton of milk, why should I feed your white moonlight blood? Because I’m a dog lover?

Yin Yuheng had a headache reading it, flipped to the end, and fell silent.

The protagonist was abused by several crazy scumbag alphas, and in the end, died by Lu Yan’s sword. Only then did the scumbag alphas suddenly realize that they truly loved the protagonist. Filled with remorse, the scumbags were in unbearable pain. Unfortunately, the dead cannot be brought back to life. The scumbags, in their daily guilt, slowly let go of the past and decided to start a new life with their love for the protagonist.

That’s how it ended.

After reading the novel, Yin Yuheng had only one thought: Good heavens, I’d pay a lot for a pair of eyes that haven’t read this article.

Imprisonment, torture, manipulation… Is this love? Don’t insult the word love. These are not four alphas, but four grim reapers! The protagonist in the book simped from beginning to end, a complete ultimate simp. What’s the use of the scumbags repenting in the end? The person is dead, what’s the point?

Yin Yuheng felt stifled, and just as he typed “Title Fraud” in the comment section, the book spirit Xiao Bai came knocking…

Yin Yuheng closed his eyes, recalling the plot, and slowly fell asleep.

He had used his blood to nourish the Yellow Spring Flower, and his body was greatly depleted, his qi and blood weak.

Half-awake, half-dreaming, Yin Yuheng thought that the plot in the book was not exhaustive; as long as the general direction remained unchanged, there was still much room for small modifications. This gave him an opportunity to act…

Like the Spirit Marrow Pill from last night.

*

On the other side, a guest suddenly arrived at the inn entrance.

It was Lu Yan.

Lu Yan had already changed into a black gauze and dark robe, the bloodstains were cleaned, his long hair was tied up, and his eyes were like stars, truly a handsome young man. The innkeeper saw him and knew he was no ordinary person, not daring to neglect him, and quickly came forward to greet him.

The young man’s clear eyes held a hidden expectation: “Innkeeper, did anyone pass through here last night?”

After the innkeeper described the appearance of the person who stayed last night, Lu Yan’s eyes brightened even more.

“He’s the one I’m looking for. You said he went towards Chaoge?”

“Then I’ll go to Chaoge to find him.”