Transmigrating into a female supporting role in a book

It is not very comfortable for a horse-drawn carriage to travel on mountain roads.

Even though this was a royal luxury carriage with thick seat cushions, it was still so bumpy that I wanted to curse.

Wu Jiu, who was riding with me, saw me moving back and forth and adjusting my sitting posture. He probably sensed my discomfort and took the initiative to say, "Why don't you come over to my arms, you'll be more comfortable."

Seeing my hesitation, he continued, "You and I are already husband and wife, do we still need to avoid suspicion? Or are you shy?"

I am a person who cannot stand provocation, so I sat on the human cushion. It was indeed a little better than before, but this scene reminded me of the time when I was with the mute slave. When I thought about him walking behind the carriage with the other servants, I felt inexplicably guilty.

It was already late at night when the huge group arrived at Xihua Palace.

It's not surprising. It's difficult to walk at night, especially on mountain roads.

I increasingly felt that Jiang Huan's arrangement was a bit odd, so even though I was a little tired from the journey, I still deliberately asked people to prepare a banquet. To put it nicely, it was to reward everyone, but in fact it was just to set the tone for extravagance.

The palace had also received the notice early in the morning, but was still not well prepared, because in previous years, people from the palace would only come to soak in the hot springs in winter when the weather was cold. Who would be so kind to come and play when the weather was still so hot, and bring so many people with them?

But I don’t care. I must prepare a meal for everyone. Everyone who comes to the princess’s mansion must eat and drink well!

After having a good meal and a good drink, I wanted to go to the hot springs. The accompanying staff advised me carefully, "Princess, please think twice. It is not advisable to enter the hot spring after drinking. The hot steam in the hot spring will make you feel uncomfortable, and the blood will surge up, which will lead to..."

"If I'm not going to the hot springs, what am I doing here in Xihua Palace? Who dares to stop me!" This was indeed a bit unreasonable. From the corner of my eye, I saw several palace servants looking at each other with sad faces. They were really in a dilemma. If they tried to persuade me, I wouldn't listen. If they didn't persuade me, something really happened and they didn't have the extra brains to take the blame.

"The princess is joking with you. Please leave. The princess will not go to the hot spring tonight." The person who spoke was wearing a navy blue eunuch robe. I actually had an illusion that the person in front of me was Fang Yian.

It was not until he walked from the shadows to the candlelight that I could see his face clearly. I forced a smile and muttered softly, "So it's twelve."

"The princess is drunk. I will take her back to her bedroom."

"You don't need to send me off. You are a high-ranking official now. I don't dare to marry someone who is in front of the emperor." I tilted my head, gave him a thumbs up, and then pointed behind me, "Someone will send me back."

"Really? Who?" he asked calmly.

I turned around and looked back, and all the people who had been following me were gone. It was like a horror movie.

I was so confused that I couldn't help rubbing my eyes. In addition to the palace maids in the palace, I also brought two palace maids with me. How could they disappear in the blink of an eye?

When I was about to look around, my left foot tripped over my right foot and I almost fell.

As a result, as expected, I fell into Twelve's arms, and he held me horizontally.

"The princess was so drunk that she couldn't even walk steadily." The tone of this sentence reminded me of the time when I used to chat and laugh with him.

"I'm just a little tipsy, I didn't drink much, I'm not drunk at all. Where did you hide my people?" Seeing that I was still sober, I immediately found the problem.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, as if he was smiling, but soon the arc disappeared and he returned to his usual coldness.

"When did you change your clothes?" I grabbed his collar and gave up asking the previous question.

In the palace, he wore a crimson-purple robe, which was the official robe of a great eunuch. The navy blue robe was Fang Yian's personal preference, and was specially granted by the late emperor. He wore it so often that I almost marked this color as his exclusive one in my mind.

He didn't look at me, but he stopped and asked, "Princess, when you saw this robe, did it remind you of someone?"

I stared at him, a nameless fire burning in my stomach, "Whether he is dead or alive, it has nothing to do with me."

"Oh, you are so heartless." He spoke softly and quickly, then held me in his arms and walked forward with big strides. I could even feel the wind on my cheeks.

But his words sounded particularly harsh, which made me even more furious. I turned my head, grabbed his shoulders and bit them hard.

He used up almost all his strength, wishing he could bite off a piece of meat, so much so that his whole body was trembling slightly.

But he just groaned and continued walking with me in his arms as if nothing had happened.

I struggled to get out of his arms, "Put me down!"

Not only did he hold me tighter, he also jumped with me in his arms, climbing up step by step from the eaves of the attic next to him until he reached the highest place in the entire palace, and then he put me down.

Standing on the slightly sloping roof, the tiles under my feet made a slight crisp sound. I felt a little dizzy and my legs a little weak, but I am not an ordinary person now, so it should be okay to jump down directly using my Qinggong skills.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. "You are very drunk, your internal energy is all messed up. If you go down now, you will break your bones at best, or worse..."

I didn’t finish the rest of the sentence, but I am a cautious person, so I sat down slowly for the time being. Even though I was angry, my own life was still the most important thing.

"Wait until my guards come and I'll make sure you're in trouble!" I couldn't afford to lose in terms of momentum, so I threatened harshly.

"Okay, I'll wait for them!" He was really arrogant, but he still sat down next to me calmly, still holding my wrist tightly.

After a moment's silence, coupled with the quiet and secluded environment at high altitude, I gradually regained some clarity, my breathing became much steadier, and I became more rational.

"Is he okay now?" I asked.

"do not know."

I was irritated by this self-righteous answer, "Isn't he your adoptive father? You don't even know his current situation, and you still have the nerve to say that I have no conscience?"

"Well, I did say something wrong. Please forgive me, Princess." She admitted her mistake in a very perfunctory manner.

I turned my head and glared at him, "Zhou Desheng, you... Is Zhou Desheng your real name?"

He was slightly startled, probably because he didn't expect me to jump so far in this topic. "No, I only remember that my last name is Zhou, and the two characters Desheng were given by His Majesty."

"Do you think he is still alive?" I looked into the distance again and sighed heavily.

"Godfather is not someone who would easily seek death. He should be living well somewhere." He said, and suddenly rolled up his sleeves and raised his arms in front of me. "If Princess is still not satisfied, you can take a few more bites to vent your anger."

"Don't think this will make me calm down." I slapped him hard on the arm.

"So what does the princess want?"

"Why did Your Majesty ask me to come to Xihua Palace? You should know this." I reached out and grabbed his collar, leaned forward to ask him, and the distance between us suddenly shortened. I could see a little panic in his eyes.

Sure enough, there is a ghost.