Chapter 6: You Seem More Like the True Holy Maiden (2)
This woman’s acting could outshine the Oscars.
The “green teas” on Earth would be instantly reduced to dust before her. Even in the harsh world of Empress of China, she could survive to the 76th episode.
In the previous life, Qin Chu had been immediately sunk, completely infatuated.
His brain must have been defective to find Loseweisse’s exaggerated affectations endearing.
Now, watching her performance, he only felt disgust.
Rather than hesitantly assuring Loseweisse he would restore peace like before, Qin Chu simply stated coolly, “I’ll do my best…”
Huh?
Loseweisse, hands covering her face, was slightly taken aback – too blasé a reaction?
Peeking through parted fingers, she saw the hero’s gaze turned outside, cheeks reddening… Hehe, she understood. This man must be too shy to even look at her!
Unnoticed, the carriage had entered the city center, the environment changing abruptly – the foul stench dissipated, roads smoothed and washed clean without the slightest jostling.
Street trash bins brimmed with nearly expired food – anything nearing its shelf life was unacceptable to the nobles residing here, their privileged palates only tasting the freshest cuisine.
Of course, discarding it for beggars and orphans was forbidden – their ragged, filthy appearances would be unsightly here.
Reportedly, to prevent such undesirables from entering the noble quarter, the emperor had ordered high walls constructed around it…
The conscripted labor and funds, of course, came from the commoners outside.
Surrounding manors exuded excessive opulence, brightly illuminated even in the late night, with affluent nobles parading licentiousness in the streets.
Separated by a single wall – heaven on one side, hell on the other.
After a while, the carriage stopped before a palatial residence grander than most in the noble quarter, its glazed tiles shimmering under the moonlight, magical lamps by the entrance emitting a soft, hazy glow.
Loseweisse gently took Qin Chu’s hands. “Hero, the banquet will be held here.”
“However, please change your attire first over there.”
Though unspoken bluntly, Qin Chu knew his casual wear was considered ill-mannered impropriety to these nobles.
At a time like this, these nobles still obsessed over decorum – to them, a noble’s face likely mattered more than the heavens.
“Hero, I apologize, but I have some matters to attend to first, unable to assist your changing personally. I’ll arrange for someone suitable to come shortly. Please wait a moment.” Loseweisse looked regretful, an expression making reprimand impossible.
Qin Chu merely nodded ambiguously. After Loseweisse left, he suddenly stretched vigorously. “Whew, acting is exhausting. Now, the revenge can truly begin…”
“What are you planning?” Sayeni, still draped over his shoulder, inquired.
“Simple – with our power gone, our priority is gathering people capable of ensuring our safety. They needn’t be absolutely loyal, but their interests must align with ours – the disgruntled against the Church or holy maiden, for instance.”
“That way, we won’t lose our lives over little things.”
“I know who’s coming next – a useful pawn.” Qin Chu’s lips curved upwards. “I have a plan, let me know what you think…”
On the other side, having returned to her room, Loseweisse flung a teacup against the wall, shattering it into pieces.
A long-haired emerald-eyed maid in a black-and-white uniform cowered in terror, trembling as the furious holy maiden stormed to the sink, vigorously scrubbing her hands as if cleansing defilement.
Damn it, just sharing a carriage with that filthy man made Loseweisse feel her pure body was sullied. Breathing the same air for every agonizing second…
I’ll get pregnant.
Especially grasping that beast’s paw, its calloused back touching her skin – recalling the scene made Loseweisse’s skin crawl with nausea.
Furiously rubbing her chest with a white towel until her skin reddened.
That vile man must be too unclean. Her sacred body would never desire anyone but Lord Jie Luo.
“That damned filth, gazing lecherously at me…”
“The bastard even touched my skin, which Lord Jie Luo himself has never done…”
“Son of a bitch, shit, die die die…” Loseweisse stamped in revulsion.
She revealed her true self without caring if the maid spread it – no one would believe her words anyway.
The maid’s name was Angelica, once a leading holy maiden candidate until exposed using an “evil curse” to try assassinating Loseweisse, branded a heretic deserving death by fire.
But the newly appointed Loseweisse advocated giving Angelica another chance, claiming she had simply been blinded by envy. She publicly vowed to reform Angelica through divine mercy by keeping her as a handmaid, garnering immense goodwill for her benevolence.
Only they knew the truth about this so-called “curse”…
Loseweisse kept Angelica not for reform, but to humiliate her greatest rival before eventually killing her once bored.
No matter what Angelica said externally, none would believe her, only accusing her of ingratitude.
Loseweisse’s fury spiraled out of control as Angelica remained impassive.
Finally, Loseweisse adjusted her expression, shaking her head at her distorted mirror image. “Ah no, this won’t do…”
Discarding a torn strand of hair, she kneaded her soft cheeks, molding them back into an innocent, beautiful smile.
“Angelica, go assist the hero in changing. This duty suits you best…”
“And if the hero tries anything, do not resist. We mustn’t offend his lordship.” Loseweisse smiled thinly, issuing her orders. “This hero, unlike the chivalrous Lord Jie Luo, seems to have already mistreated Lady Natiya since his fresh summoning.”
Loseweisse’s talents extended beyond acting and observation – though never speaking to Natiya or mentioning it to Qin Chu, she astutely deduced something had occurred between them based on Natiya’s reactions.
Now was Angelica’s chance to prove her worth.
This foolish woman at least had an acceptable figure and looks befitting her holy maiden candidacy – the epitome of heavenly beauty.
Angelica’s slender frame trembled before she obediently lowered her head, adjusting her clothes as she exited.
She lacked recourse to defy Loseweisse.
With trepidation, Angelica approached the changing room, hesitating briefly before softly knocking.
“Enter.”
The door creaked open as Angelica’s black leather boots padded inside.
Turning to face her, Qin Chu said, “Holy Maiden, you’ve finally arrived.”
This was Angelica’s first sight of the hero – an average man, neither his physique nor looks particularly remarkable.
Only those jet-black eyes seemed imbued with a penetrating mystique.
Angelica forced a bitter smile. “You jest, Hero. I’m but a maid – feel free to make any requests.”
Qin Chu appeared taken aback, scrutinizing Angelica before recalling Loseweisse’s words, making Angelica uneasy.
“Eh? You’re not the holy maiden?” he asked in surprise.
Angelica was equally stunned, hastily waving her hands. “No no, you misunderstand. Lady Loseweisse is the holy maiden…”
Qin Chu tilted his head, seeming pensive. “Is that so?”
“Loseweisse is very beautiful and appears sacred, but…I get the sense she’s fake, hiding her true self behind a thick facade. I don’t like that.”
“In contrast, you feel so pure and innocent – I sense you’re more like the true holy maiden.”
Qin Chu’s words struck Angelica like thunder, her entire body freezing as she trembled uncontrollably.
For three years, everyone believed she enviously tried to curse the holy maiden, subjecting her to widespread humiliation, insults, curses and bullying. Beneath the maid’s outward decorum lay countless scars, physical and spiritual.
But now, Angelica finally felt understood.
Her eyes instantly reddened.
