Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

As they were talking, a beautiful woman came out of the house. She wore an elegant long dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, like a flower dancing in a breeze. Her long golden hair was as dazzling as the sunlight, casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands curling beside her cheeks, adding to her gentle beauty.

Her eyes were like a clear, gentle blue lake, and a kind smile played on her lips; she radiated a warm and captivating aura. Upon seeing her, Sybil immediately called out cheerfully, "Aunt Anne!"

Shen Ying was also taken aback, because the other woman was indeed very beautiful, comparable to Elena's beauty, only their styles were different. Elena was glamorous and mysterious.

Anne, on the other hand, possesses a gentle yet alluring charm, subtly exuding a captivating allure that seeps into the heart like a gentle stream.

Hearing Sybil's voice, Anne's smile deepened, and she walked over with light steps. "My dear Sybil, you had a lot of fun today," she said, gently patting Sybil's head.

Then, her gaze fell on Shen Ying, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, clearly recognizing her as an unfamiliar face. However, she quickly put on a friendly smile, bowed slightly, and greeted her, "Hello, beautiful lady, welcome here. Are you a friend of Xibei'er?"

A fleeting look of bewilderment crossed Shen Ying's face, like a wisp of cloud passing over a lake, but she quickly returned to normal, just as the calm lake returned to its tranquility. She smiled politely and charmingly, replying, "Hello, Mrs. Anne, I am Shen Ying. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Mrs. Anne smiled and chatted with Shen Ying for a few moments, asking where she was from and whether she was comfortable here. Shen Ying responded politely to all her questions. After the pleasantries, Mrs. Anne nodded slightly and said, "Have fun, I'll head back now." With that, she turned and gracefully walked towards the house.

Shen Ying watched Mrs. Anne's departing figure, then returned to the house with Sybil. The house was filled with the aroma of tea and the sweet scent of pastries. The tea that Sybil's mother had prepared was steaming hot, and the pastries were delicately arranged on a plate.

When Shen Ying returned to the inn, the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the ground in a warm orange hue. She immediately saw Adrian and Leon standing at the inn's entrance. Leon, who had been tense and anxious, looked like a cat on a hot tin roof.

The moment he saw Shen Ying, his eyes lit up, and he could no longer hide his anxiety. He immediately strode towards her, shouting as he went, "Hey, where have you been all day? His Highness was so worried! You don't know, he..."

At this moment, Adrian walked up, his deep eyes looking at Shen Ying gently, a faint smile on his lips, and asked softly, "Did you have fun?" as if he wasn't the one who had been anxiously waiting earlier.

Leon inwardly grumbled, "Oh dear, Your Highness is really something. He clearly cares so much about Shen Ying, he was just here so anxious, his eyes constantly darting in the direction Shen Ying might return. And now, he's acting all nonchalant. How is Shen Ying supposed to see your feelings? Your Highness, please pay a little more attention!" Leon's gaze darted back and forth between Adrian and Shen Ying, hoping Adrian would make a more obvious move.

In the quiet town, time seemed to slow down. Shen Ying spent two peaceful days there. Everyone else was busy and nowhere to be seen, except for Adrian, who would occasionally appear. If he found something delicious while he was out investigating, he would bring it to Shen Ying.

Shen Ying lay languidly in her room, leaning slightly against the window, her gaze captivated by the view of the small town outside. In her hand was the rose crystal cake Adrian had given her. The transparent cake was as clear as crystal, inlaid with rose petals. Enchanted by magic, the petals' colors were dreamlike and shimmered with a subtle light. The cake exuded a captivating sweet rose fragrance; a light bite revealed its soft, sweet, and almost magical texture.

Shen Ying ate the rose crystal cake, its texture melting on her tongue, its sweet aroma filling her mouth. But as she ate, suddenly, a strong wave of drowsiness washed over her like a surging tide. Her eyelids became incredibly heavy, as if weighed down by lead, and everything around her began to blur, her consciousness gradually being eroded by this inexplicable drowsiness.

Shen Ying's head lolled to the side, and with a soft thud, she fell asleep, the pastry in her hand slipping from her grasp. The delicate rose crystal cake rolled to the ground, gathering dust, its once translucent surface now shrouded in a layer of gray. Shen Ying, however, remained oblivious, lost in her sudden slumber, as if tightly enveloped by the dark web of dreams.

The moonlight, like water, poured silently over the quiet woods. The dappled shadows of the trees swayed on the ground, like mysterious tattoos on the earth. With the gentle breeze, they danced a whimsical dance on the ground like lively sprites.

The wind rustled through the trees, as if it were softly chanting an ancient and mysterious song.

"Want her to wake up? Then leave this town immediately and never show your face here again!" The alluring voice echoed in the air, like a sweet poison, yet wrapped in an undeniable threat. The owner of the voice was graceful and alluring, like an elf emerging from a dark forest.

Her long, waterfall-like hair cascaded to her ankles, its vibrant, iridescent colors dreamlike and ethereal. Each strand shimmered with a mysterious light, like countless nimble little snakes writhing with the rhythm of life. Her deep purple eyes were like a bottomless abyss concealing endless whirlpools; a single glance could bewitch the heart, drawing one in irrevocably. Yet her skin, smooth as white jade, exuded a chilling aura, as if sculpted from ice and snow, both keeping people at a distance and radiating a fatal attraction.

Leon shouted angrily, "You despicable, treacherous, and cunning monster! How dare you resort to such a risky move! I advise you to immediately release your control over Shen Ying so you can die a quick death. Otherwise, I will definitely let you taste the power of my sword, tear you to pieces, and make you regret provoking us!" Leon's eyes were blazing with fire, and he clenched his fists, ready to charge forward and fight the monster to the death.

The Enchantress of Illusions chuckled, her voice like a seductive whisper carried on the night breeze. "Oh~ Don't forget, the initiative is in my hands now." As she spoke, her long, gleaming fingers gently traced Shen Ying's sweet sleeping face, her eyes twisted with amusement. "Her dream must be beautiful, so beautiful she doesn't want to wake up~ Hmph, if you want her to wake up, she'll do as I say, otherwise, she'll be forever trapped in this wonderful dream, hahahaha..." Her seductive and arrogant laughter echoed in the air, making the surrounding atmosphere even more sinister and eerie.

Leon looked anxiously at Adrian beside him, his eyes filled with urgency and worry, hoping to get some instructions from his prince. But Adrian's expression was cold, like a cold statue, expressionless, his deep eyes revealing no emotion, making it impossible to guess what strategy he was planning.