Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

"I'll go check if the food is ready." Wu Tongxue turned around and tried to slip away.

Originally, they were thinking of collecting the debt, but now they just want to get away as quickly as possible.

The door slammed shut.

Liu Qingce arranged the books on the table neatly and then took a few more from the other bookshelf.

He arranged the two stacks of books neatly before leaving.

"Young Master, the Marquis has sent someone to look for you," a servant came in to report.

"The lady also conveyed a message that you should return home as soon as possible."

Liu Qingce frowned, and after a moment's thought, said, "I will return shortly."

Before leaving, Wu Tongxue received a "generous" gift from Liu Qingce in front of her elder brother.

Wu Tongxue, holding the book in both hands, thought to herself: o(╥﹏╥)o

Once seated in the carriage, Liu Qingce asked the returning servant, "What happened at home?"

"Madam's niece came to visit you today." The servant reported, "She is Princess Chang Le, the daughter of Prince An."

Lady Hou came from a prestigious family. After marrying Marquis Ning'an, she lived a secluded life and was aloof. Liu Qingce had only met her twice since returning.

He was curious as to why his biological mother wanted to see him this time.

As soon as they arrived at the gate, someone rushed up to greet them, full of flattery, and eagerly welcomed them into the Marquis's residence.

"Young Master, you're finally back! The Marquis and Madam have been waiting anxiously."

Liu Qingce walked straight to the front hall without stopping.

The servants they encountered along the way all bowed and greeted them with utmost respect and enthusiasm.

Who would have thought that before this, he was just an insignificant young master from the countryside in the Marquis's mansion, so disrespected that they didn't even change his surname.

Upon arriving at the Marquis's residence, he finally understood why Shen Yu had so decisively severed ties with the Ning'an Marquis's mansion.

Apart from the glory inherited from their ancestors, there was nothing else to highlight in the entire Ning'an Marquis's mansion.

The Marquis is shrewd and short-sighted, while the Marquis's wife is indifferent to affairs. The old Marquis's wife spends all her time thinking about subsidizing her youngest son, and the descendants in the mansion fight each other for every little bit of benefit.

Liu Qingce was glad he had been switched at birth; he simply couldn't understand why anyone would use such a low-level method of framing and sowing discord.

If you have to face these things all day long, you'll definitely feel annoyed and depressed after a while.

"I have met my father and mother."

In the high seat were the Marquis and his wife, dressed in fine clothes. The Marquis was all smiles, while the Marquis was aloof and indifferent.

A pretty young woman in pink sat at the lower seat, with a nanny standing behind her.

"Cousin, Your Highness." Princess Chang Le rose and curtsied in a lady's manner, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

"Princess Chang Le." Liu Qingce bowed formally.

"Haha, we're all cousins, Ce'er, don't be so formal with your cousin. We'll have dinner together later." Marquis Ning'an smiled with satisfaction.

“It’s still early, Ce’er, why don’t you take Chang Le for a stroll around the manor?” the Lady Hou said.

Looking at her cousin's face, Princess Chang Le blushed slightly, "Then I'll have to trouble you, cousin."

Liu Qingce's feelings were complicated when he suddenly realized what was happening, but he had no interest in it at all.

"I don't know much about your household, Mother, you should find someone else." He said this with a straight face, since he had been completely unknown before.

Before Lady Hou could speak, Princess Chang Le asked, "Cousin, do you dislike Chang Le?"

The Marquis stood up, stroked his beard, and smiled, "Ce'er, don't be so stingy. Your mother and I have other things to do. You take good care of your cousin."

The Marquis strode away, and the Marquis's wife, also helped up by her maids, rose and left, departing as if she had completed her mission.

As Chang Le approached, Liu Qingce smelled the perfume and began to feel annoyed, taking a few steps back.

"Mo Shu, come and tell the princess about it." Liu Qingce took a step and went to the other side of Mo Shu.

The ink-written book, caught in the middle, dared not voice its objections and dutifully explained the structure of the mansion to Princess Chang Le, much like a craftsman reciting a text.

Princess Chang Le listened to the emotionless explanation with a dark face, almost tearing the handkerchief in her hand to shreds.

He patiently ate the meal with his elders, then stormed off in a huff.

What a handsome but worthless man!

Dusk was falling, and the sky was about to be completely blackened.

Finally free from the Marquis and out for some fresh air, Liu Qingce rummaged around and finally pulled out a small piece of silver, handing it to Mo Shu, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

After talking for so long, your lips are so dry they're peeling. It's only right to offer some money for tea as a token of appreciation.

Mo Shu carefully put the silver away, saying, "This is what I should do."

Mo Shu, who handled all the jobs of page, coachman, servant, and guard, cherished this extra income, which was paid a salary.

His stingy master was incredibly shrewd and never spent a penny unnecessarily.

"The Marquis and his wife will probably arrange another match for you soon," Mo Shu said, sharing the information he had gathered. "It's already known outside that you have a close relationship with the Grand Preceptor."

His master is currently a hot commodity, and many people are eyeing him.

Liu Qingce's mood was not so pleasant. Not only was this person greedy for money, but he could also attract romantic interests for him.

Standing by the lake with his hands behind his back, his face cold as he felt the chilly wind, he said, "You don't need to call me back for this kind of thing again."

Mo Shu didn't understand his resistance and dared to ask, "Master, you don't want to get married because you don't want to give the money to the future wife of the heir?"

Otherwise, why wouldn't he want to get married when he reaches a certain age? Mo Shu couldn't understand it.

Liu Qingce only heard that the money was to be handed over to someone else; Wu Tongxue must be furious.

"No." He didn't want someone to hold a grudge and torment him again.

The ink writing reads: "".

The master's greed for money has reached an extreme.

Liu Qingce usually treated him well, but Mo Shu reminded him by asking, "Do you plan to remain unmarried for life?"

Liu Qingce frowned, his quick mind prompting him to review Mo Shu's words again.

Boom boom boom——

A clap of thunder boomed, and a gust of cold wind swept in. Mo Shu reminded him, "Master, it's going to rain."

Liu Qingce turned and left the lakeside, thinking as he walked.

Why is that?

Not to mention that Wu Tongxue couldn't accept his money being given to others, the more Liu Qingce thought about it, the more he felt... he couldn't accept his money being given to others either.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, and Liu Qingce's mind was as chaotic as the turbulent sky.

In the middle of the night, Liu Qingce suddenly woke up, the question "Why?" echoing in his mind.

Why!

Why should he give away the money he worked so hard to earn?!

Unable to sleep, I got up, lit a lamp, and started reading. I randomly picked up a book of unofficial history recorded by the common people.

Turn to the first page.

—A Few Things About Emperor Yuan and His Male Empress

After reading a few lines, I continued flipping through the pages.

Old Wang and the pretty widow next door

This one even comes with illustrations...

Liu Qingce held the book, stunned.

The founding emperor of this dynasty appointed a male empress, and this practice spread far and wide, with many men even engaging in homosexuality and establishing marriage contracts in the government.

Liu Qingce realized that he had never considered marriage before.

He put the book back and lay back down on the bed.

The wind and rain were fierce tonight, and only gradually stopped at dawn.

He slept fitfully that night, waking up briefly before drifting back into sleep.

When I woke up, I was still very sleepy, as if I had been drained of my energy by a demon during the night.

With a dark expression, he finally uttered a single sentence softly.

"It's insulting."