Kill That Transmigrator Woman - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Just More Beautiful Than Her

Winter arrived earlier in the Northern Lin Dynasty than elsewhere, and the temperature dropped sharply. Overnight, the entire land was blanketed in white, wrapped in a silver sheen.

Ever since Wei Qingyu stopped coming to provoke Cui Wanwan, Cui Wanwan’s days had become much more peaceful.

Cui Father was no different from usual. Every day, he either attended court or returned from it, and then would disappear into his study with his disciples, who knew what they discussed in there.

Cui Wanwan had no interest in the comings and goings of those high-ranking figures or the affairs of court.

Her usual routine consisted of morning runs and martial arts training, followed by reading in her room.

What surprised her was that Ling Xun hadn’t come to her for amusement in a long time.

Ling Xun was the Heir. He was no longer the young boy he had been three years ago. Naturally, playing around was no longer his top priority, so at first, Cui Wanwan didn’t think much of it.

“Second Miss, the snow outside has stopped,” Miaomiao said, opening the window slightly and pressing her face against the window lattice. Gazing at the snowy landscape outside, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “It’s so white, and the snow is thick—perfect for a snowball fight.”

Hearing this, Cui Wanwan looked up with interest and asked, “Have you ever played snowball fights before?”

Miaomiao tilted her head and thought for a moment, then replied, “A long, long time ago, I played once—with Wang Cuihua from the village, and Erzhuang and the others. But later, Father didn’t allow it because he said it was a waste of time. My parents wanted me to spend time doing laundry and cooking.”

That was honestly not a very pleasant memory, and Miaomiao had already described it quite mildly.

Back then, after letting loose and playing just that once, the consequences were more than just scolding, she’d been whipped so badly her skin split open.

“Then let’s go outside and have a snowball fight together,” Cui Wanwan said with great interest, her smile radiant.

In her previous life as a child, Cui Wanwan had loved flying paper kites, playing snowball fights, and secretly climbing trees to pick flowers…

Thinking back now, it had been a long time since she had played like that, the way she had when she was little.

After putting on her clothes, Miaomiao, still worried, stuffed a small hand warmer into her mistress’s arms. Only then did the two of them step out, one behind the other.

This year’s snow was especially heavy. Looking out, there was nothing but white everywhere. The two of them walked forward, leaving footprints with every step, and the snow underfoot made soft creaking sounds, which was especially amusing.

The Cui residence had a large rear courtyard, and when she was little, Cui Wanwan often played there with Ling Xun.

She and Ling Xun had grown up together, childhood sweethearts. Although he was the Heir, he never acted the least bit like one around her.

In her heart, Cui Wanwan regarded him as a confidant, a lifelong close friend.

In her previous life, if not for the appearance of Wei Qingyu between them, their relationship wouldn’t have become as strained as it eventually did.

Three years ago, when she had just been reborn, Cui Wanwan had hated Ling Xun bitterly.

But later, over these past three years of interacting, she gradually recovered the original bond and feelings between the two of them.
Over time, she let it go.

The pain and tears Ling Xun had caused her in their past life, since they were already in the past, she figured, let them stay there.

That was what Cui Wanwan thought in her heart.

Holding the warm hand warmer in her arms, Cui Wanwan walked forward with a faint smile on her lips.

Suddenly, upon seeing a familiar figure in the distance, her steps halted, and her smile froze.

“Big Brother Heir, you’re amazing. This snowman is so well made, it’s just as good-looking as you… both are beautiful people…” Wei Qingyu, dressed in white, stood in the snow with a shy smile. Her white clothing almost blended into the snowy world around her.

Perhaps it was due to the blessing and buff from her “protagonist halo,” but Wei Qingyu had grown more and more beautiful, she practically glowed. The air of cold elegance and immortal-like beauty around her only deepened.

Just by standing there, she reminded one of the goddesses in storybooks.

If it were night, and the bright moon hung high in the sky behind her, Wei Qingyu in that moment likely wouldn’t seem like a mortal at all.
Calling her a moon palace fairy would not be an exaggeration.

Receiving praise so openly from such a pure and ethereal beauty, Ling Xun scratched his head bashfully, a little embarrassed.

“When did the Heir arrive at the residence today?” Cui Wanwan asked flatly.

Miaomiao was also confused and answered truthfully, “Please forgive me, Second Miss, I don’t know either.”

How strange, His Highness the Heir always came to see Second Miss first whenever he visited the Cui residence.
Why was it that today he arrived so quietly and went straight to building snowmen with Miss Wei?

What they didn’t know was that the system had interfered and altered Miaomiao’s memory, making her forget to report this matter.

And Cui Wanwan had been staying in her room the whole time, not stepping outside her door. Without anyone voluntarily reporting what was going on outside, she naturally wouldn’t have known anything.

Before, Ling Xun had always treated Wei Qingyu with lukewarm politeness, often ignoring her altogether.

But now, watching the two of them getting along so closely and warmly, it was obvious this wasn’t just a recent acquaintance.

Cui Wanwan stared at the pair standing in the snow like a painted scene, saying nothing.

She truly hadn’t expected that after just staying indoors for four or five days, this foreign world girl would have already gotten so close to Ling Xun.

Cui Wanwan paused in thought, perhaps it was because Wei Qingyu had used the so-called “system” to blind her eyes and ears.

She lifted her foot and walked forward.

The two of them had been so absorbed in building the snowman that it wasn’t until Cui Wanwan was nearly upon them that they realized she was there.

“Wanwan?” Ling Xun had just finished shaping a snowball in his hands. Holding it in his palm, he looked at Cui Wanwan, a little surprised and delighted.

“Do you want to build a snowman together?” Ling Xun stepped aside half a step, showing her the nearly finished snowman. “Little Fairy and I were building one, you came just in time, let’s do it together.”

Cui Wanwan lowered her head and glanced at the ugly snowman, it looked uglier the more she stared at it.

“You’ve been coming over these past few days?” Cui Wanwan didn’t respond directly but asked in return.

The young man seemed to suddenly remember something. His expression changed drastically, looking a little uneasy. “Wanwan, I’m sorry. I’ve been playing around with Little Yuer these past few days and forgot to come find you.”

Forgot to come find you… Forgot?

What a light, casual sentence that was.
Cui Wanwan wasn’t angry. Although she and Ling Xun were close, that didn’t mean Ling Xun belonged solely to her.

Wherever he wanted to go, whoever he wanted to get close to, that was his business. Cui Wanwan had no say in it, nor would she ever try to interfere.

She just felt a bitter ache in her heart. She had already given Ling Xun a chance.

She had selfish thoughts too. Though she’d never harbored romantic feelings for him, she had genuinely treated him as a true confidant and close friend.

In her heart, she believed that this friendship would last forever…
She had once thought, if she set aside everything from their past life, if she pretended Ling Xun had never sided with Wei Qingyu to hurt her, then maybe…

After all, ever since she was reborn, the Heir Ling Xun had always stood on her side.

Wei Qingyu, oh Wei Qingyu… what impressive means you have.

In just a few days, you’ve made all the decades of Cui Wanwan’s effort go to waste.

In the snow-covered courtyard, two beauties stood facing each other—forming a striking contrast.

Cui Wanwan’s beauty was not subtle or slow-burning, it was vivid, brilliant, and dazzling. Even from afar, whether it was her back or her profile, one glance and anyone would know: this was a once-in-a-generation beauty.

And indeed, that was the truth.

Unlike Wei Qingyu, who wore pure white fox fur, Cui Wanwan liked red. Today, she was draped in high-quality fox fur, made from red fabric lined with fine snow fox pelt. The fur was top-grade, soft, thick, and warm. Since she’d spent a long time indoors, she carried a faint warmth and fragrance on her body. If one came close to smell it, it was warm and pleasant, utterly delightful.

Though Wei Qingyu had also used fragrance, likely in an effort to cultivate a celestial air, all her scents were cold-toned. They were pleasant too, but in this icy world, they only made her seem even more cold and distant.

Unlike Cui Wanwan, she was like the warm sun in winter: radiant and comforting.

Her red fox fur stood in stark contrast against the world of white snow. Already stunning, her beauty was made even more striking under that red cloak, bold, breathtaking, and unrestrained.
To say she was earth-shatteringly beautiful would not be an exaggeration.

When Cui Wanwan smiled brightly, she was dazzling, so radiant it seemed even the sun and moon existed only to set off her brilliance. Her beauty was beyond description.

Looking at Wei Qingyu, who was utterly overshadowed by her, the smile on Cui Wanwan’s lips grew wider and wider. She had no desire to be some cold and distant moon goddess—she would be whoever she truly was.

To speak fairly, Wei Qingyu wasn’t ugly. She had the delicate looks of a gentle, refined maiden. But she insisted on immersing herself in this celestial persona, deliberately crafting a goddess-under-the-moon sort of atmosphere.

Pretty, yes, but once placed against an extreme contrast, she ended up looking like nothing at all.

With the help of the system, Wei Qingyu might have gained a slight edge when it came to that so-called celestial aura.

As for everything else, she was far beneath the carefully styled Cui Wanwan. A counterfeit is still a counterfeit. No matter how much effort Wei Qingyu put into copying the look, she could never be a true fairy from the heavens.

If it were the Cui Wanwan from her previous life, she would have had no interest in competing with Wei Qingyu over anything.
But now, having lived another life, it was no longer so certain.

Even if it was something as superficial as outward appearance, being able to surpass that woman from another world still brought Cui Wanwan considerable satisfaction.