Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Brewster was the last to arrive at the front hall, so Ni Qing had no idea what chores he was assigned.

She followed Incole slowly. She was very familiar with this corridor; the last time, Avi had appeared in Busch's room.

Sure enough, not long after, she arrived at the door of that room again.

Incol knocked on the door, his tone respectful: "Greetings, Your Highness."

A muffled voice came from inside: "Come in."

The man slowly pushed open the door. It was pitch black inside, with the curtains drawn tightly, preventing any light from entering. Yavi sat in a chair, elegantly sipping his afternoon tea.

Incole bowed and then slowly said, "Your Highness, I have brought the people you asked me to bring. Also—" He didn't care at all about the presence of outsiders.

Whether it was because he didn't take Ni Qing seriously or for some other reason: "Brewster is almost an adult, and his bloodline is quite strange. He might pose a considerable threat to Your Highness. Should we eliminate him?"

He discussed without restraint how to kill a vampire son.

Yavi glanced at Ni Qing lightly, put down the tea set, and said calmly, "I have my own plans. Making a move now would be like alerting the enemy. Countless people in the vampire branch are watching my position. Once they find something on me..."

The girl remained silent, trying to make herself as transparent as possible, but Avi wasn't going to let her have her way. He spoke again, "Incole, go out. I'll call you if I need anything. I want to talk to her alone."

Incole glanced at her, then lowered his eyes and said, "Yes, Your Highness."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Yavi slowly stood up, his expression unreadable, revealing nothing of his intentions. He simply walked lazily to Ni Qing and suddenly, without warning, lifted her chin.

Ni Qing was taken aback when she met his gaze.

The other person remained composed, only glancing subtly at the mark on her neck before saying cryptically, "Ah, I was right. You are his first blood servant. How interesting."

The girl slightly shifted to the side, dodging his grasp, and took a small step back, asking gently, "What brings Your Highness here?"

Avi smiled. "Of course I have something to say." He looked her up and down. "Are you and Prince Brewster on good terms?"

This question had a somewhat probing tone, so Ni Qing cautiously replied, "He is the master, and I am the servant. We have no real relationship." As soon as he finished speaking, he chuckled softly.

"You actually consider him your master? A cowardly and lowly vampire like him..." He paused, then slowly said, "It's alright, I have something I'd like you to help me with."

Ni Qing remained silent. He continued, "This might be a bit of a dilemma for you, but please agree to my request. I want you to monitor Brewster and, if necessary, seduce him. If you can cooperate with me to eliminate him, I, Your Highness, will reward you handsomely."

The intention behind the second half of the sentence is unclear, but the threat in the first sentence is quite obvious.

The girl paused, then lowered her eyelids and said, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I don't want to get involved in these noble relationships. I'm just a newly converted half-vampire, and I'm not important to Your Highness."

Yavi wore a smile on his face, but inwardly he was getting a little irritated: "If given a choice, who would want to cause a bloodbath? Right?" He reached out to tidy her smooth, shiny black hair.

The latter swayed slightly, avoiding the contact.

He casually withdrew his hand: "I understand you say you don't want to get involved. How about I give you your freedom after it's all done?"

The usually composed girl suddenly looked up, seemingly attracted by the conditions he offered. Seeing an opportunity, Avi immediately tempted her, "He's no pushover either; his ambitions might be even deeper than mine."

"If he really didn't have any trump cards up his sleeve, he wouldn't have survived this long. Besides, he bit you, made you his blood servant, and doesn't consider you a friend at all. Why did you bother?"

The girl pursed her lips and remained silent.

Seeing that the time was right, Yavi walked over to her and patted her shoulder suggestively: "It's alright, I'm not in a hurry. Miss Ni Qing can go back and think about it at her own pace."

Ni Qing softly hummed in agreement, then turned and walked step by step toward the door. In the original story, the original owner couldn't resist Yawei's conditions at all; she yearned for freedom and wouldn't allow herself to be bound for life.

I reckon she'll be "turned" by the next time we meet.

She absentmindedly closed the door and turned to leave when she suddenly bumped into a strong, muscular chest. Caught off guard, she instinctively took a few steps back: "Sorry..."

When she looked up, she was speechless.

The boy concealed himself in a dark corner, his dark red eyes seemed to shimmer with light, his features were delicate yet gloomy, and his skin was pale. He was staring at her without moving.

Like a wild beast before it goes on its hunt.

Ni Qing's heart skipped a beat. Brewster's expressionless face made him look even more like that damned judge.

"Your Highness, when did you arrive?" She tried her best to hide her slightly agitated state, her tone subtly probing, wondering if the male lead had overheard their "deal."

The wooden door was so heavy that it was unlikely that one could hear clearly, but it couldn't be ruled out that vampires had excellent hearing.

Brewster gave a faint smile and said slowly, "They didn't tell me anything. But what did Avi want with you?"

He seemed to have matured overnight, his former pretense transformed into a sharp blade, direct and unrestrained, his oppressive aura constantly and intensely proclaiming his current strength.

Ni Qing glanced at him and replied vaguely, "It's nothing, just... a small matter. Did you come here specifically to wait for me? In that case, let's go."

It's not appropriate to talk at the door.

As she spoke, she instinctively reached out to take his hand, but when her fingertips touched the boy's cold, slender knuckles, she realized that he was no longer the little boy she remembered.

But why would you retract a hand that's been extended?

She held his hand, intending to leave first. She took one step, but couldn't move him.

The boy stood motionless, and the curve of his lips, which was not very pronounced to begin with, was now slightly lowered.

He is unhappy.

Ni Qing pretended to be confused and looked back at him. The young man lowered his eyelids, picked up his feet, and followed behind her with an unfathomable look in his eyes.