Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

He looked down at the peach blossom jade hairpin in his hand. The jade was translucent and carried a faint floral fragrance. An indescribable warmth welled up in his heart.

The moment Liu Du received the hairpin, her fingertips accidentally touched Qi Ran's palm.

A warm sensation spread through my body like an electric current.

Liu Du abruptly withdrew his hand, his cheeks flushed slightly, and his heart raced uncontrollably.

He didn't know what this feeling was, only that it deepened his reverence for the mountain god.

Unbeknownst to them, something different had already been mixed in with that emotion, quietly fermenting in their hearts.

He liked to spend time with the mountain god.

I love seeing the Mountain God smile.

I enjoy listening to the Mountain God speak.

She was even willing to swallow the truth about Xu Su for his sake.

But he himself did not realize that this feeling, which transcended awe, was already a deep-seated affection.

During his time with Qi Ran, Liu Du learned the name of the Mountain God.

The mountain god's name is Qi Ran.

After that, he would go up the mountain every day.

They tied up the adult's hair, made beautiful clothes for the adult, and built a wooden house for the adult next to the cave.

Qi Ran watched as Liu Du bustled around her, like a busy little bee.

He was worried that Qi Ran would get his clothes wet by the lake, so he built a platform there.

Fearing that Qi Ran might be bored, he went down the mountain and bought many sketchbooks to tell Qi Ran stories.

The longer Liu Du spent with Qi Ran, the more he understood Qi Ran's naivety.

The Mountain God had no idea how wicked Xu Su's deception was.

They didn't understand how precious those treasures were, enough to make an emperor covet them and cause a person to lose their mind.

Before long, the winter snow gradually melted, and Wushan finally ushered in spring.

The melting snow turned into babbling brooks that meandered down the mountain road, making a tinkling sound.

Bare branches sprout tender green buds, and wildflowers bloom in profusion, turning the once white forests into a riot of colors.

The air was filled with the fragrance of earth and the fresh scent of flowers and grass, and even the wind became gentle, no longer carrying the chill of winter.

Liu Du had been in the mountains for a long time, so long that he had long forgotten about Xu Su.

Now, all he can think about is Qi Ran.

He gets up and gets busy every day before dawn.

They cleaned up the cave where Qi Ran lived, even picking up all the pebbles at the entrance.

Several peonies transplanted from the foot of the mountain were also planted at the entrance of the cave, and they are now in full bloom.

That afternoon.

Liu Du carried a neatly folded cloth bag into the cave.

Upon arriving at the cave entrance, they saw Qi Ran sitting on a stone bench, surrounded by hundreds of silver butterflies.

The wings of those silver butterflies shimmered with a faint luster, fluttering like tiny silver fragments in the sunlight. Sometimes they hovered above Qi Ran's head, sometimes they landed on his shoulders and in his hair, so docile they were almost unbelievable.

"Mountain God, look what I've brought you." Liu Du walked forward with a smile and handed the cloth bag to Qi Ran.

Qi Ran looked up and saw that her dark green eyes reflected the spring scenery, as gentle as water that could not be melted.

The silver butterflies surrounding him seemed to have also noticed Liu Du's arrival.

Several birds flew over and landed gently on Liu Du's shoulders and sleeves, their wings fluttering softly, showing no fear whatsoever.

"You've made new clothes again?" Qi Ran's voice was tinged with laughter as her gaze fell on the cloth bag.

"Um!"

Liu Du nodded and carefully opened the cloth bag.

Inside was a moon-white long gown, with delicate peach blossom patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, the stitches fine and the colors perfectly matched.

"This was made according to the latest design from down the mountain. I embroidered the peach blossoms myself; it took me several days. Would you like to try it on and see if it fits?"

He picked up the long robe, intending to help Qi Ran change into it.

Just as his fingers touched Qi Ran's sleeve, several more silver butterflies flew over and landed on the back of his hand, as if curious about the clothes in his hand.

Liu Du couldn't help but laugh: "These little guys are getting more and more attached to me."

Qi Ran looked at the silver butterfly on the back of his hand, her smile deepening.

"They are intelligent and perceptive, and you are always with me, so naturally I like you."

Liu Du helped Qi Ran change into his new clothes and straightened his collar.

After examining it carefully, he nodded in satisfaction.

"So handsome, the Mountain God looks good in anything."

His tone was filled with undisguised praise, as if he were admiring a rare treasure.

Qi Ran stood by the water admiring the view, and just as he was about to say something, he heard a deep tiger roar coming from not far away.

The two looked up.

A snow-white tiger was crouching on a hillside not far away, its golden eyes staring fiercely at Liu Du, its tail swishing impatiently, and it was letting out a low growl.

He was clearly furious.

The white tiger was Qi Ran's mount, and it used to be the one that clung to him the most.

But ever since Liu Du arrived, Qi Ran's attention has been mostly diverted to Liu Du, and they've even spent less time patrolling the mountain together.

Liu Du always took meticulous care of Qi Ran, attending to every little detail, treating Qi Ran like a child.

This made Baihu feel both angry and resentful, and he couldn't stand Liu Du no matter what.

"Little White is throwing a tantrum again." Qi Ran shook his head helplessly and beckoned to the white tiger, "Come here."

Baihu walked over reluctantly, but turned his head to the side, refusing to look at Liudu.

Liu Du was already used to Bai Hu's attitude. He smiled and took out a piece of dried meat that he had prepared in advance from his pocket and handed it to Bai Hu.

"Alright, alright, don't be angry anymore, I brought you something delicious."

White Tiger glanced at the jerky, then at Qi Ran, and finally couldn't resist. He picked up the jerky and went to the side to gnaw on it.

He would occasionally glare at Liu Du, looking just like a wronged child.

Qi Ran couldn't help but laugh out loud at the sight.

In the past, Wushan was just him, the white tiger, and other animals. They lived a quiet but lonely life.

Since Liu Du came, the mountains have become more lively and bustling.

Liu Du would cook for him, make him clothes, talk to him, accompany him on his mountain patrols, keep all the good things for herself, and be willing to do anything for him.

These days are warm and reassuring.

It was also necessary for the plot; Qi Ran couldn't send him away.

"The peonies in the mountains are in bloom, shall I take you to see them?"

Liu Du suggested, reaching out to take Qi Ran's hand. His fingertips touched her warm skin, and his heart trembled slightly, but he still held her hand firmly.

"I also built a small pavilion next to the peony bushes, so we can drink tea and read books there in the future."

"Okay." Qi Ran replied, letting Liu Du lead him forward.

The silver butterflies surrounding the two fluttered their wings and followed, forming a silver curtain of light above their heads.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, falling on the two people, on the fluttering silver butterflies, and on the spring colors covering the mountains—a scene both warm and beautiful.

Liu Du held Qi Ran's hand and walked forward step by step.

Looking at the people around me, at the silver butterflies fluttering in the sky, at the paradise before my eyes, I felt completely content.

He had long considered this place his home.

She regarded Qi Ran as the most important person in her life and just wanted to stay with him forever.

Year after year.