Chapter 20 Part 1
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Chapter 20: For Years To Come, All the Nice Mornings and Charming Views Will Be Wasted on Me (1)
Bai Lian’s plan to draw a family portrait was abandoned before it even started.
Though she had been a “passionate” player before her transmigration—
spending most of her time sleeping and only studying for ten minutes—
this time, her delay wasn’t due to laziness.
Just as she unfurled the scroll and lifted her brush, a knock sounded at the door. The rhythmic “Dong Dong” reverberated through the room.
“Come in,” she called.
The door opened slightly.
Bai Lian raised her head to see the twin flower demons squeezing their way in, side by side.
They hopped lightly as they walked, their presence quickly filling the room with an intoxicating floral fragrance.
Compared to their previous wilted and lifeless state, the two flower demons were now vibrant and radiant, so much so that Bai Lian felt tempted to place them in a flowerpot by the window.
“Haw haw (good morning, Miss Bai).”
The two flowers bent down in unison, their voices soft yet filled with gratitude.
Bai Lian didn’t need their words to know their feelings. She could see their appreciation clearly in their shy gestures.
“Hello,” she greeted warmly, setting her brush aside.
As the exchange continued, the door opened further, revealing the jade rabbit, balancing a cup on its head as it carefully stepped inside.
“…?”
“Haw.”
The jade rabbit approached Bai Lian and, with its dexterous ears, rolled up the cup and offered it to her.
Bai Lian peered into the cup, spotting a clear, steaming liquid that gave off a faint sweetness.
“Hot Sprite?” she asked, confused. “What’s this about?”
The flower demons began chattering in their peculiar language. It was a lively debate, one that took a while to resolve before one flower finally stepped forward and explained, “Haw haw…”
Its pink petals slowly deepened to crimson, folding shyly as it finished speaking.
Bai Lian quickly understood.
This was a “gratitude offering” from the flowers—a cup filled with freshly prepared nectar. To the flower demons, this nectar was as precious as life itself. It held potent restorative and nourishing properties, much like the heart blood of the Blood Tree Patriarch.
The double-headed dragon that once tormented them had sought this nectar, but its cruelty had left the flowers too weak to produce any at the time.
“Thank you,” Bai Lian said, accepting the cup with both hands. Though she wasn’t in a hurry to drink it—she preferred cold beverages—she was touched by their gesture.
The flower demons relaxed visibly. Their efforts, though embarrassing, had paid off.
Sunlight streamed through the window, scattering golden patches on the wooden floor and illuminating the delicate dust particles in the air.
Bai Lian glanced at the jade rabbit and the two flower demons before softly asking, “Is there anything else you need?”
The jade rabbit lowered its head, its ears drooping.
The flower demons exchanged a hesitant glance before bowing slightly, their petals trembling as if they were trying to say goodbye.
“So… you’re heading home?” Bai Lian asked.
The jade rabbit nodded at first but then shook its head. Its ears hung limp, and its usual liveliness seemed to vanish.
Ah.
Bai Lian sighed softly.
She understood.
After all, she had never formed a formal contract with the jade rabbit. It wasn’t her pet, and she had no authority to control its choices.
She hadn’t even asked the jade rabbit about its origins in all these months they’d been together.
“Can you tell me about yourself?” Bai Lian finally asked.
The jade rabbit nodded hesitantly.
With help from the flower demon’s translation magic, Bai Lian began piecing together the jade rabbit’s story.
It wasn’t just any ordinary rabbit demon.
The jade rabbit was a Yaoguang Rabbit—royalty among its kind. It was the eldest daughter and princess of the Yaoguang Rabbit clan.
The Yaoguang Rabbit was a rare and noble creature, known for symbolizing auspiciousness. Though not as legendary as Qing Luan, its bloodline far surpassed that of ordinary beasts like the two-headed dragon.
The jade rabbit had lived on the Floating Mountain of Flying Fog, a majestic peak suspended in the clouds along the eastern coast of the East Divine Land.
A year ago, it had left the mountain after quarreling with its overbearing mother.
“I’m tired of being nagged every day!” the jade rabbit had declared before storming off.
It had dreamed of freedom and adventure, of a life far removed from the suffocating expectations of royalty.
But reality wasn’t kind.
The jade rabbit, despite its Golden Core cultivation, had struggled to survive in the vast and perilous East Divine Land.
It had been chased by tigers, threatened by the overwhelming might of a black bear, and fought for days with a stubborn mountain spirit.
Worst of all, it had faced hunger like never before.
On the Floating Mountain, it had eaten as it pleased, but out in the wild, it had to risk life and limb for the simplest of meals. Eventually, it fell into the hands of a “villainous woman.”
“Master An Lan?” Bai Lian asked, guessing the culprit.
The jade rabbit chirped affirmatively.
It had once stolen spiritual herbs that An Lan cherished and, as punishment, endured a thorough “head-rubbing” session at her hands.
“She almost tore my ears off!”
Fortunately, An Lan had spared it after accepting its apology. Otherwise, Bai Lian would have met a bald rabbit.
From that point on, the jade rabbit had stayed close to An Lan—not out of loyalty, but for survival.
An Lan, surprisingly, hadn’t objected to the arrangement.
“She probably thought, ‘If it likes eating from my medicine garden, let it be,’” Bai Lian mused.
After all, the Qiongming Peak’s medicine garden had more than enough spiritual herbs for two disciples.
Now that the jade rabbit was leaving, Bai Lian felt an inexplicable ache in her chest.
