My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

The male lead is a hot "young heartthrob"—handsome and kind-hearted, but he's always hanging around Le Wen, showing his affection for her both on and off screen.

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At the palace banquet held to select consorts for the princes, beauties chatted and laughed among the flowers in the imperial garden.

"Miss Mu, do you know who she is?" A pretty and charming young lady approached Mu Wan'er and asked, seemingly casually.

Mu Wan'er looked in the direction she was pointing. The beautiful woman with a gentle and charming appearance, her picturesque face, calm temperament and noble demeanor aroused the discussion among the young ladies.

When Mu Wan'er saw that she was a stranger, and she couldn't stand women who pretended to be aloof, a look of disdain flashed across her eyes.

"I don't know," she replied.

The pretty and charming young lady spoke softly, but her voice was loud enough for everyone present to hear: "Miss Mu, I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince brought her back from the common people and she moved directly into the Crown Prince's palace... It seems... even the Ninth Prince..."

Upon hearing Chunyu Xiu's name, Mu Wan'er's slender hand tightened, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, unaware of the ill-intentioned gaze of the woman beside her.

"You mean... does that mean both His Highness the Crown Prince and the Ninth Prince are interested in her...?"

"Shut up!"

The woman wanted to say something more, but Mu Wan'er scolded her. A flash of dissatisfaction crossed her eyes, but seeing that she had achieved her goal, she withdrew with satisfaction.

At this moment, Mu Wan'er was blinded by jealousy and could not tell that others were using her as a tool. She had already learned from her spies that Chunyu Xiu had been going in and out of the Crown Prince's residence every day. Now, the appearance of this woman made her feel deeply vigilant.

"Who are you?" Mu Wan'er stepped forward and asked, tilting her head slightly with an arrogant and disdainful expression.

Upon hearing this, the woman merely glanced at her indifferently, her clear and beautiful eyes looking at her: "Long Qianqian."

"Long Qianqian? What kind of name is that? I've never heard of it in the capital. And who are you?" Mu Wan'er pressed aggressively.

Long Qianqian lowered her eyes and smiled, her gentle beauty shining through: "I am just a commoner."

"A commoner? How could someone of such lowly status appear in the palace!" Mu Wan'er shouted, her gaze sharp.

Long Qianqian remained silent, only smiling, as if the person in front of her was nothing more than a clown, unable to evoke any emotion in her.

Upon seeing this, Mu Wan'er's eyes flashed with anger, and she raised her hand as if to slap her.

Seeing this, Long Qianqian didn't even blink and remained calm.

Her hair was already flying around her ears, but the slap stopped just in time.

"Your Highness..." The group of noble ladies who were watching the show quickly bowed respectfully, occasionally stealing glances at the man's jade-like face.

Mu Wan'er felt the pressure on her wrist that made her pale with pain. Following the man's slender hand, she looked down and whispered, "Your Highness..."

"What are you doing?" Chunyu Xiu threw her hand away, causing Mu Wan'er to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

The young ladies watched the spectacle with amusement, while the pretty young lady who had initially provoked Mu Wan'er laughed gleefully.

Mu Wan'er sensed the hidden anger in his tone, which was inconsistent with his aloof image. Her heart sank, her eyes reddened, and she remained silent, only looking at him with a wronged expression.

Looking into her large, tearful eyes, filled with hurt and grievance, Chunyu Xiu was taken aback and felt an urge to help her up. He slowly bent down...

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"Cut!" Director Zhang called out, stopping the game.

Qin Zhihuai didn't stop, continuing what he had been doing as he stepped forward to help Qi Nuan up, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"

Director Zhang, who had been preparing a long speech, suddenly found himself unable to speak. Chunyu Xiu disliked Mu Wan'er, he really did...

"Hmph!" Qi Nuan huffed in dissatisfaction.

Le Wen stood to the side as a staff member came up to touch up her makeup. Looking at the concern in Qin Zhihuai's eyes, she felt a strange discomfort, a mixture of envy and jealousy. She composed herself. When did she start having these emotions? It must be because she's been taking on too many roles lately. Is she getting confused about which ones to play?

Director Zhang gave another explanation, but Qin Zhihuai's eyes were glazed over, and it was unclear whether he had really listened. If it were any other actor who was so uninspired, Director Zhang would have already lost his temper, but given that he had personally "invited" Qin Zhihuai into the role...

As the saying goes, you have to finish directing the role you chose, even if you're crying.

For the next hour, Qin Zhihuai was clearly out of sorts. He was either lost in thought about the hurt and grievance in Qi Nuan's eyes, or his movements and voice became stiff when he was talking to Le Wen.

In the end, when all else failed, Director Zhang had no choice but to put this scene aside and film the sweet romance scenes between Long Qianqian and the Crown Prince first.

After dinner, Qi Nuan arrived at Qin Zhihuai's room.

Qin Zhihuai opened the door with his hair still wet and stared blankly at Qi Nuan standing in the doorway.

"Qi Nuan?"

Qi Nuan looked at the alluringly handsome man with wet hair in front of her and clicked her tongue twice, her eyes filled with amazement. She repeated the words she had said when they first met: "Qin Zhihuai, you are so handsome!"

"Here you go!" With that, Qi Nuan handed him the script she was holding, then casually walked into his room, lay down on the sofa in the living room, and adopted a "Ge You slouch" that didn't care about her image at all.

Qin Zhihuai stood at the door, stunned. He looked at the familiar script in his hand, unsure of what she wanted to do.

"Qi Nuan, what do you want to do?" Qin Zhihuai asked.

Qi Nuan looked up at him lazily, and when she saw the confusion in his eyes, her eyes flashed, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. She got up and slowly approached him.

"I want...what should I do?" She touched her red lips.

Seeing her suddenly become alluring and seductive, Qin Zhihuai felt a little flustered and nervous.

"Qi...Qi Nuan..." He supported her soft body as she pressed against him, his voice trembling slightly. As he looked at her face getting closer and closer, a strange expectation lingered in his heart.

"...Pfft, hahaha!" Qi Nuan suddenly pushed him away, bent over and laughed, her eyebrows and eyes crinkling as she burst into laughter.

Seeing her like this, Qin Zhihuai realized that he had been tricked by her, and felt helpless.

Qi Nuan's laughter subsided; she hadn't expected Qin Zhihuai to have such an adorable reaction.

She wandered around and picked up a sheet of music from a small table and looked at it.

Her eyes lit up: "Is this a new song?"

Qin Zhihuai didn't miss the light in her eyes and smiled, "Would you like to hear it beforehand?"

Qi Nuan's eyes lit up, and she was about to nod in agreement, but she restrained herself. She pretended to be reluctant and disdainful, saying, "Since you're so enthusiastic, I'll just listen and see!"

Qin Zhihuai knew she was being difficult again, but he didn't point it out. He took out his phone and a simple accompaniment started playing.

A clear and gentle voice flowed slowly into her ears and seeped into her heart. Every note was cleverly combined, and every beat seemed to tell an untold story.

The performance concluded perfectly with a solo piano piece.

As the song ended, Qi Nuan looked at Qin Zhihuai with undisguised tenderness and love in her eyes. However, she quickly regained her haughty demeanor. Qin Zhihuai blinked, wondering if he had seen wrong.

"Hmm, not bad, barely listenable." Qi Nuan turned her head away to hide her emotions.

"Thank you for your kind words." Qin Zhihuai smiled, his clear and bright eyes seemingly able to see right through a person's heart.

"...Hey, Xiao Qin, let Teacher Qi teach you how to act today!" Qi Nuan avoided his gaze and changed the subject.

"Huh?" Qin Zhihuai was dumbfounded.

"Who told you to keep making mistakes and delaying the progress? I don't want to stand in the sun for so long in this sweltering heat!" Qi Nuan said unhappily.

"Um... I'm sorry," Qin Zhihuai said apologetically.

Qi Nuan felt uncomfortable and said, "Then hurry up and start practicing!"

"Ah good!"

On this beautiful night, some are already asleep, some are still "working hard," some are scrolling through their social media feeds, and some are watching TV...

But Qi Nuan's situation was different—

"Your Highness!" she screamed, wailing, looking heartbroken and desperate.

The man opposite him was stunned, lost in thought, and all the atmosphere vanished.

Qi Nuan, Ren.

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"Your Highness, I love you so much, why can't you see my heart?" The woman's face was as pale as paper, and her body swayed precariously.

The man instinctively stepped forward to support her.

Qi Nuan glanced at the script and then at Qin Zhihuai.

He realized what was happening and quickly let go.

"boom!"

Qi Nuan fell.

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"Mu Wan'er, you are not allowed to hurt... hurt... what Qian?" Qin Zhihuai's face, which had been filled with anger, showed confusion.

"...It's Long Qianqian, Long Qianqian! This is the woman you love, Ninth Prince!" After filming for so long, the Ninth Prince still couldn't remember the name of the woman he deeply loved in the drama...

Qi Nuan finally lost her temper.

Azhimo.

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Qin Zhihuai stared blankly at the petite figure curled up on the sofa, still holding a script in her hand.

Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes casting shadows, her red lips slightly pouting. Her fair face, without makeup, possessed a beauty that was stunning and profound during the day, but instead had a quiet elegance that arose from within, making her more and more beautiful the more you looked at her.

Qin Zhihuai looked at the script in his hand, which she had carefully marked. Her delicate handwriting had notes on every paragraph.

He smiled slightly, a warm feeling rising in his heart. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, he suddenly felt a desire to cherish her.

"Your Highness... Qin Zhihuai..." Qi Nuan murmured, interrupting his thoughts. Her tightly closed eyes indicated that she was talking in her sleep.

He put down the script in his hand, a smile playing on his lips, bent down, picked up Qi Nuan, and walked towards the bed...

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In the early morning, light streamed through the floor-length curtains, revealing a figure lying on the pristine white bed; the figure appeared to be that of a woman.

Qi Nuan woke up from her daze, smacked her lips, opened her blurry eyes, yawned widely, and felt the burning gaze beside her. She slowly looked up.

Qin Zhihuai was squatting by the bed, staring intently at her. His clear eyes met hers, reflecting her messy hair and sleepy appearance. He blinked, like a big cat begging to be petted.

"Ah!!!" Qi Nuan suddenly jumped up from the bed and quickly moved away from him like a frizzy feather.

"boom!"

"Ouch!"

"Nuan Nuan, are you alright?" Qin Zhihuai quickly stepped forward to help Qi Nuan, who had tripped over the blanket and fallen to the ground while trying to get out of bed.

"My old back..." Qi Nuan said, rubbing her back.

"..."

Memories of last night flooded back; she had actually fallen asleep in Qin Zhihuai's room yesterday.

And then this happened this morning...

She was a little embarrassed by her reaction just now, but forced herself to maintain what little face she had left: "Then I'll be going now. Thank you for your help yesterday!"

After saying that, Qi Nuan quickly got up, but bent over again because of her still aching back, but she still kept walking towards the door.

"goodbye……"

"Warm..." Qin Zhihuai called out, but the words were swallowed as the door slowly closed.

As the sunlight gradually emerged, the warmth of the bed indicated that someone had been lying there not long ago. Qin Zhihuai sat on the bed, gently inhaling the fragrance beside the pillow. The earlier commotion had completely vanished, and a look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

His figure appeared somewhat lonely in the sunlight.