Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't care. Writting this for free.

AN:OMG! I didn't expect so much activity here! Many thanks to Etvo-sama for putting the link forth! Also, thanks to all DCF fans that showed their support. Any of my readers that like non-cliche novels built on the old transmigration troupe and never read DCF, I suggest you go to Volare Novels. The novel is way fun! And the forum is even better :D

Anyway, since we all need a dose of DFC after the weekend, I figured I would sit and write. Have fun! Also, I want to remind I'm not decided on the pairing yet... this should be fun... for me, that is. Finally I get to choose which ship doesn't sink! muahaha.

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Chapter 2: Second Second Meetings

Some things in time are fated to happen, even if changes in time delay them a tad. After Bai Xiangxiu had picked the odd spiky plant, She pricked her hand with it and blood started rolling from her tender flesh and staining the brim of her long sleeves. Song Jiaoyue was even more panicked than the first time he saw it happen, even though he knew that the woman he loved was strong enough to endure much more pain and hardship. Still, the thing that truly worried him the most was not the flesh-wound but the grief and helpnessness he saw in her posture. He was sure also, that had he seen her eyes he would have seen her pretty eyes loose their fire.

'She's acting so helpless. What happened to her?' He couldn't imagine what could weaken her spirit, and the image in his heart of her being a fragile girl came to the front of his mind with such prominence it almost obliverated the memory of her smiling viciously as she spoke of military strategies that would make their enemies bleed.

Before his mind caught up with his actions, he took her hurt hand in his and was inspecting where the spikes had pierced her flesh. She stiffened briefly and her jaw fell. None of them moved, they were as though trapped in a bubble world where only the two existed. Song Jiaoyue's heartbeat beat a wild song in his chest while Bai Xiangxiu realized she had met the Supporting Male Lead and the seed of a plan was planted in her heart.

'Was it on this encounter when I took a place in her heart?' Song Jiaoyue felt warm all over and slowly removed the veiled hat off the concubine's head. This proved to be a mistake, for not a moment latter the bubble they were traped in popped. The color drained out of her face until it gained a ghastly parlour. "Are you alright, Miss Bai?"

Her cute lips trembled as she directed at him such a look of abject horror he almost lunged to hug her into his chest, he wanted nothing more than to shield her from whatever had frightened her. Unknown to him, it was himself that was causing the dread painted on her face, or rather, the possibility of him telling Long Heng that he had met her outside of Prince Li's mansion. 'Didn't I transmigrate before the Male Lead came back to the Capital? So how can the Supporting Male Lead know me then! This wasn't in the novel!'

"Please Mr. Song. This lowly one begs you please!" She threw herself into the floor, her pretty face banging on the floor with such force a bump instantly formed. She then threw her a pitiable frightened look, she looked as cute and helpless as a bunny at the face of a wolf. "This lowly one begs you, please tell no one you have met me here!"

How could Song Jiaoyue deny anything to her when she begged to him with such eyes? He would even pluck his heart out of his chest and hand it to her if it was her heart's desire. He nodded his agreement and she let out a breath of relief. "Many thanks, Sir Jiaoyue." Then she picked herself up woblingly, politely turning down the offer from him scorting her back home. Helplessly, Song Jiaoyue settled by following her from the shadows as she made her way to a familiar cart of vegetables to hid there, a young peasant taking the handless without a word.

Despite his care to remain hidden, a man of much greater accomplishments in martials arts noticed Song Jiaoyue's presence in the shadows. "What are you doing?" Song Jioayue almost jumped out of his skin when he realized his best friend had caught him chasing around his beloved wife! Then again, if he was in the past as he assumed...

"I met an interesting girl, I wanted to look at her a bit more," Song Jiaoyue could see Long Heng's curiosity get replaced with faint distaste.

"You think too much about women," Long Heng declared blandly. It was hard to reconcile Long Heng's old certainty that he would never trust a woman enough to get close clashed with the image of over-protective and jealous husband his friend would develope latter on. His disdain of women was surreal at this point. Song Jiaoye felt more disorientated than ever.

The two friends exchanged brief pleasantries, but their meeting was cut short by Song Jiaoyue turning down Long Heng's invitation to go for a drink since Song Jiaoyue was feeling "out of sorts".

Latter that night, Song Jiaoyue lied on his bed, trying to make sense of everything that he had gone through since he woke up... in the future, then in the past. It was confusing. So much had changed in a blink that his room not been a wrecked mess didn't even registed in his brain. 'Maybe this is all a dream?' he couldn't help but wonder, but if so, how could it felt so real.

He tried to sleep, but he had too much on his mind to get any rest. And so, he decided to go out for a night walk. In the sky a full moon shone, painting silver the roofs of the buildings of the capital. Outside, only the footsteps of his home's guards and the odd security enforcer could be heard outside.

"Have I really returned to the past?" Song Jiaoyue had never heard of such phenomenom taking place, even his rich library had no mention of it in any of its books. He looked to the sky, stars tinkled merrily and the wind was considerably warmer than he felt it ought to be. Maybe he was going crazy? There was no such thing as time traveling or talking plants.

Suddenly, Song Jiaoyue's eyes widened. What happened to the spiky plant that he had gotten from Bai Xiangxiu? 'It probably doesn't exist yet,' he realized, remembering that the plant had been taken from a bigger spiky plant, one that, if he guessed right, was the one Bai Xiangxiu had picked from the road near the pier a couple hours ago.

'I need to talk to her!' He had so many things to ask her.

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Early on the next morning, Song Jiaoyue visited the Prince Li mansion. Long Heng seemed to be in an unusually bad mood, his eyes looked colder than usual and his mouth had turned into a fine slit.

"Did something unpleasant happen last night?" Song Jiaoyue asked with concern. Long Heng then proceeded to tell him about how last night a servant dared try to poison him with afrodisiac insense. Song Jiaoyue couldn't help but pity his friend, he did all he could to keep women away but they keep on trying to force themselves on his bed. A bed his friend only ever shared with Bai Xiangxiu.

A flare of pain hit Song jiaoyue's heart. "Are you alright?" Long Heng asked in concern. He had known Song Jiaoyue for so long, so how could he miss that his friend had been acting odd since last night?

"I'm alright," Song Jiaoyue declared. Long Heng wanted to pry, but their conversation came to a still when a female voice shrieked as she almost fell flat on her face "Ai ya...". Song Jiaoyue reacted right away at the voice of his beloved. In the blink of an eye, he was catching her. The maid who had been by her side ready to catch her mistress blinked in perplexity.

"Whoever that invented this long skirt was clearly trying to ruin the lives of females. His corpse deserves to ve whipped a hunded times. A hundred times!" Bai Xiangxiu declared passionated. The face of the maid turned death white while Song Jiaoyue's lip twitched up. There was probably only one woman in the world capable of outering such an outrageously violent statement.

The silence that fell right after bai Xinagxiu's almost-fall was deafening, and she looked up slowly, realizing belatedly that it wasn't her maid that had caught her from her near fall. Her eyes grew a bit wide and her face flushed as red as a pomegranate. Her innocent-looking face and flushed skin contrasted horribly, making anyone who saw her unable to believe she had just said she wanted to whipp a corpse.

'Oh, shit! The Supporting Male lead heard me! How am I supposed to make him fall for me now?' The supporting male lead liked talented women, alright? She needed to be pure and kind and behave like the Female Lead he had fallen for in the fist place! But how about now? How could he fall for a violent women who talked about whipping corpses? This was a total disaster!

Bai Xiangxiu's face turned even more grim when she noticed the Male Lead close by as well. She was doomed. There was no doubt in her heart that she had just sealed her fate as a cannon fodder.

To Be Continued.

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AN: Yay! A wonderful point to end a chapter! I will try to write and release the next one soon :D