Chapter 2: The Melodramatic Immortal Romance

Chapter 2: The Melodramatic Immortal Romance

Upon hearing the command, the demon guard approached, and He Nanyan's body involuntarily shivered, instinctively shrinking back.

Only after she had fully integrated all her memories did she gradually regain control of her body. Nan Yan wiped the blood from her forehead and looked up to see the long sword hanging from the demon guard's waist.

She knew she couldn't fight them off, nor could she escape. In his enraged state, the crazed male protagonist, besides the heroine, wouldn't listen to anyone.

In such a situation, it wasn't just about defeating the scoundrels; even surviving was in question, especially considering that the more powerful and crazed the character, the harder they were to control.

So, how could she change the plot?

As a demon guard's hand reached towards her chest, Nan Yan swiftly pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist, the blade gleaming with a chilling coldness.

She thrust the sword towards the chest of the leading guard.

With a "pfft" sound, blood splattered.

The guard, taken aback by her sudden resistance, was caught off-guard and impaled, falling into unconsciousness.

"Don't come any closer..."

Nan Yan shouted, her grip on the sword unsteady.

The surrounding guards, shocked by this turn of events, actually halted their advance.

She looked up towards Chu Liyue, tears in her eyes that shimmered like autumn waters, yet tinged with traces of blood at the corners, creating a hauntingly beautiful effect.

Chu Liyue's gaze met hers.

Now was the moment. Nan Yan immediately contacted the system to activate the "Illusionary Eye Technique," a kind of enchantment within the system space akin to an enhanced form of hypnosis in real life.

The moment he looked into her eyes, he would experience a fleeting illusion, revealing his heart's deepest desires, making him see the person he cherished most in his life.

Worried about the effectiveness, Nan Yan quickly searched her memories for details about the heroine, fortunately recalling plenty, including how the heroine looked at people.

To be precise, it was the look of adoration a woman has for the man she loves, slowly raising her head to look ardently at the man before her.

Being from another world, the transmigrated woman was accustomed to seeking equality in human relationships. So, when she looked at someone, it was direct and bold. If she fell in love with someone, her gaze would be intense, like the scorching sun.

She didn't love this man, but she could imitate. The emotions in her eyes were precisely what Chu Liyue longed for at that moment.

Hidden behind her facade was a stubborn yet despairing emotion, deeply ingrained yet teetering on the brink of despair, like a flower about to wilt and perish.

Chu Liyue's eyes darkened slightly.

Had it been anyone else, Chu Liyue might not have been moved, but her gaze was too similar to He Nanwan's, almost indistinguishably so, especially given their identical appearances, making it even harder to discern the truth.

Clearly, Chu Liyue hesitated.

There was even a moment when he thought she was He Nanwan.

Despite knowing He Nanwan would never look at him with such a gaze, he still wavered. The more unattainable something is, the more one desires it, and even if he knew it was false, there was still a moment of illusion.

Looking at her was like seeing the real He Nanwan, loving him, looking at him with such deep and desperate affection…

Unfortunately, He Nanwan did not love him. She rejected his marriage proposal, even replacing herself with an imposter on their wedding day.

Nanyan was unaware of Chu Liyue's inner turmoil at that moment, but she knew that the more obsessed and insane the male lead was, the more they tended to seek a substitute when the true object of their affection was unattainable.

Guards swarmed around them again, and Nanyan struggled to free herself, but her efforts were futile.

Seeing no escape, Nan Yan, overwhelmed by humiliation, turned her sword towards herself with a resolve to die, the cold light of the blade aiming straight for her own body…

This self-harm strategy shall never be used again.

Nan Yan detected a faint scent of blood on her body, mingled with the aroma of rouge used by women on their wedding day.

Suddenly, she lifted her head, her eyelashes trembling gently as she gave a tender smile, reminiscent of their first meeting.

It was the first encounter between He Nanwan and Chu Liyue...

Back then, he was a gloomy outer sect disciple, while He Nanwan was bright and generous. Even though everyone else despised him, she never did.

Chu Liyue was momentarily lost in thought.

In that instant, her expression shifted from vibrant to despairing, her once radiant face now seemed shrouded with a veil of death.

As she raised her head and smiled, tears also fell from her eyes.

Chu Liyue squinted, lifting his hand...

He wanted to know what game this woman was playing.

Following his signal, the guards released Nan Yan. In the moment of her fainting, she saw Chu Liyue walking towards her.

Nan Yan felt relieved and fell into a half-dead faint. Fortunately, the male protagonist truly loved the heroine, so even though she was an imposter, there were moments he couldn't bring himself to harm her.

Unfortunately, the crazed male protagonist was truly despicable.

……

He Nanyan remained unconscious for two whole days. When she finally awoke,

her surroundings were not the dark prison cell, but a clean, tidy chamber. Her wounds had been treated.

Sunlight slanted in through the window, the air calm and fresh, with a demon maid by her side, helping her with medicine.

Nan Yan reviewed the plot once more, contemplating how to successfully complete this mission of defeating the scoundrel.

The more despicable the man, the higher the ratings and stars awarded after the mission's success.

In the story, Chu Liyue is violent and ferocious, with brutal and twisted methods, and his martial prowess makes him nearly invincible.

As a qualified 'crazy' male protagonist, Chu Liyue, ruthless to everyone except the female lead, stands out as one of the strongest among such characters.

Confronting such a person head-on is futile, especially since the original character cannot cultivate. Winning his heart, making him fall for He Nanwan as in the story, willingly giving up everything, seems the only way.

The omnipotence of love, cliché and melodramatic.

Yet, this absurd system seems fond of such tactics.

Nanyan rubbed her aching head, contemplating the difficulty of her task: persuading a man, already devoted to another, to abandon everything for her seemed a daunting challenge.

"The lady is finally awake."

As she was lost in thought, the voice of a maid nearby brought her back to reality, and she instinctively turned to look.

The maid, carrying a bowl of medicinal soup, approached the bed, and the strong scent of the medicine quickly filled the air.

Nanyan's eyebrows slightly furrowed. Feeling uneasy, she shifted backward. "You called me 'lady'? Whose lady am I?"

The maid was momentarily stunned, accidentally spilling some of the dark medicinal brew on the floor. "You are the lord demon's lady... Don't you remember?"

Nanyan tilted her head, questioning, "What should I remember?"

With a loud "bang," the porcelain bowl accidentally fell to the ground, shattering instantly.

……

Moments later, the maid had cleaned the stains off the floor and, with a look of panic, entered the palace where the lord demon resided.

The lord demon, seated in a high position, had changed out of the festive robe he wore on their wedding day. Now dressed in a black, loose-sleeved robe that slightly slipped off his shoulders, he was staring emotionlessly at a painting on his desk.

The painting depicted Henan Wan, his own creation, made in times of restless unease, as he couldn't locate the person in the painting.

Soon, the sound of the maid's footsteps echoed in the hall.

"...Lord Demon, the lady has lost her memory... It seems she suffered an excessive shock... She doesn't remember anything."

The maid glanced cautiously at the demon lord's expression, fearfully reporting Nanyan's condition.

After hearing this, the demon lord let out a cold laugh, his eyes turning dangerously dark. "Amnesia? Ha, I would like to see what kind of trick she is playing."

The scene he had witnessed in the palace yesterday was indeed peculiar.

Due to a moment's hesitation, he had spared the woman's life. Although he found it strange afterward, upon reflection, it seemed inconsequential. She was just an impostor, similar to his beloved only in appearance, which had softened his heart.

Now that she had awakened, claiming to remember nothing, Chu Liyue grew impatient and squinted his eyes. Whether her amnesia was real or feigned, he would not let a woman who played him escape.

After delivering her message, the maid retreated, trembling with fear.

Chu Liyue, expressionless, stepped into Nanyan's bedroom, where she was being coaxed by another maid to take her medicine.

Shaking her head in refusal, the young maid holding the medicine bowl found herself in a difficult situation.

At that moment, footsteps approached. Chu Liyue walked forward, waving his sleeve impatiently at the maid with the medicine. "Get out."

Startled by his sudden command, the maid quickly set down the medicine bowl and hurried away, casting a sympathetic glance at Nanyan before leaving.

Chu Liyue's gaze fell upon the figure on the bed. The girl leaned against the pillow, her untended long hair spreading over her shoulders, making her face appear pale.

Interrupted by his arrival, the woman looked up in surprise. Her dark, gem-like eyes blinked twice, but she showed no sign of fear.

It seemed this woman was not afraid of him.

"You... who are you?"

The other party furrowed their brows in confusion.

Her lips, previously devoid of color, now appeared rosy and moist from the medicine. She tilted her head slightly, as if trying to recall a memory.

Chu Liyue let out a soft scoff.

Such poor acting, did she really think he would believe her?

He grasped her chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes, and scornfully remarked from his superior position, "What, do you truly remember nothing about that day?"

"Should I call someone to help you revisit those memories?" he suggested, his thin lips barely moving, a clear threat evident in his eyes.

Nanyan thought to herself, 'Yeah, right, as if I would believe that.'

What a despicable person.

This man is truly deranged.

Forced by his action to meet his gaze, Nanyan uncomfortably lifted her head.

Her eyes, bearing a striking resemblance to Henan Wan's, stared directly at him.

Chu Liyue's fingers paused slightly, his grip unintentionally relaxing, a softness for Henan Wan surfacing.

He had never noticed before how similar the two women looked.

Nanyan's brows lightly furrowed, her pale face first showing confusion, then sinking into deep thought.

Following this, as if remembering something, she gave him a warm, radiant smile, reminiscent of their first meeting.

"Husband."

Ah, what a 'husband' indeed.