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

In fact, there are many similarities between different planes, whether it is modern or ancient. The only thing that remains unchanged is human nature and people's vanity.

As expected, upon hearing the envoy's praise, although the emperor did not show anything on the surface, those around him could still sense that he was overjoyed.

This kind of setting is practically tailor-made for the female lead, He Yingyue, as she has lived in this kind of environment since childhood.

Several young ladies, unaware of the nature of this banquet, volunteered to step forward, hoping to gain the favor of His Majesty and the Empress and bring honor to their families.

Su Taoyu was among them. She was quite clever and knew that flowers would only appear more beautiful when set against green leaves.

He encouraged a few young ladies he usually played with to come forward and show off their talents, but they were all just things that well-bred young ladies knew, such as playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, nothing special.

Su Taoyu, dressed in a pink embroidered gown, stood out among the dancers. Her name perfectly matched her appearance; she was as charming and lovely as a peach blossom in March.

The dance is over.

The applause from the audience was noticeably more enthusiastic than that for the previous speakers.

"I've heard that General He's daughter, Yingyue, is skilled in both literature and martial arts. On such a grand occasion, would you be so kind as to let everyone witness her talents?" It was unclear which cannon fodder woman had started digging this trap.

It's just a mere envoy, not even a prince from a neighboring country in person, yet it's being called a grand occasion.

Ni Qing drank a bit too much and suddenly felt the urge to go to the toilet.

She turned around and glanced behind her; Bai Guanqing had left sometime earlier.

Zhuzhu wasn't very familiar with the palace, and it would be too much trouble to take her to the toilet. It would be better to just ask around as we went.

She swayed as she got up, looking quite drunk.

No one present noticed her; their attention was drawn to He Yingyue, who had been forced into the role.

Ni Qing's face flushed slightly from the alcohol, giving her an unnatural redness that actually added to her complexion.

She leaned against the tree trunk as she walked along the winding path.

"Excuse me, where is the outhouse?" she asked a passing palace maid.

The palace maid looked up and sized her up. She was dressed very simply; she shouldn't be the daughter of some high-ranking official. Then...

She casually pointed to a secluded corner: "Look, miss, it's over there."

That outhouse was usually used by senior palace maids or servants of slightly higher status.

Ni Qing didn't think much of it, let go of her, said thank you, and walked away.

The toilet is quite far away, hidden by a small artificial hill; no wonder it's hard to find.

This kind of setup is usually used for secret plots in melodramatic storylines, but it's unlikely they'd be that daring in broad daylight.

She briefly imagined it in her mind, then put it out of her mind.

Her slender, fair fingers gently parted the obstructing branches, and she slightly raised her eyes, her steps faltering.

She actually guessed right.

A middle-aged man and a young man stood opposite each other, asking each other in hushed tones.

Coincidentally, she knew both of them.

Bai Guanqing and General He.

The young man was dressed in all black, with a mask covering the upper half of his face, and his long, straight eyelashes drooping.

The two were of different heights, so the young man had to lower his eyes slightly.

What a touching display of affection between master and servant! But why did they have to plot in a place like this? She really didn't want to look for any other toilets.

General He sternly scrutinized his long-unseen subordinate: "Good lad, you've grown wings, haven't you? You left home without a word, how come you're trapped by a weak woman?"

Bai Guanqing, who was usually taciturn, spoke up for once: "It hasn't been time yet."

General He thought to himself, "Go to hell! How could it be too late after all this time?"

What exactly are they busy with?

He sat at the banquet table, puzzled, and decided to ask him himself. As a professional bodyguard, he was not only obsessed with women, but also exposed his appearance.

Ni Qing also noticed that General He had a strange sense of closeness to the male protagonist, which was definitely not the relationship between master and servant, but more like that between a child and a father.

She didn't have the habit of eavesdropping, and since both of them were martial artists, they would soon discover her presence.

So she turned around, intending to come back later.

"This isn't like you. Tell me honestly, are you in love with that young lady from the Ni family?"

Wow, she has a role.

Ni Qing paused, genuinely curious.

Bai Guanqing blinked gently, not understanding how he could come to such an absurd conclusion.

“It’s utterly absurd, I hate her.”

His tone was firm and decisive, but his response came too quickly and seemed somewhat deliberate.

Ni Qing: "......" Go to hell.

Although the female lead was rejected by the male lead, this also suggests that he still has a chance to fall in love with her, and the plot can be salvaged.

"This male lead is such a jerk. He's kissing you while saying he hates you."

The system couldn't help but complain.

Ni Qing tilted her head indifferently, her tone casual: "Men, it's normal for them to be hot-blooded and unable to control themselves when they're young."

"Besides," she said, a slight smile playing on her lips, seemingly unaffected by the male lead's words, "I'm no better than anyone else."

system:"......"

You have an unusually accurate understanding of your own position.

She wasn't interested in what they were going to say next, so she walked away and went to another restroom.

General He fell into deep thought and doubt upon seeing his somewhat hasty answer. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you sure?"

Bai Guanqing paused for a moment, then honestly shook his head: "Not sure."

Just a moment ago, there seemed to be an extremely faint presence not far away, but when he looked to catch it, all that was left were branches and leaves swaying in the wind.

It must be an illusion.

There wasn't much else to say between master and servant, and being away for too long would attract attention.

Ni Qing had just sat down when they returned.

She looked up, her voice carrying the unique aroma of sweet wine: "Where did you go?"

The young man in black remained silent as always.

The girl leaned on the cutting board with one hand, her bright eyes scrutinizing him without blinking, her tone no different from usual.

"Fine, I don't care where you go." She turned her head away, and everyone had already started clapping for He Yingyue.

The female lead performed a sword dance, which was both graceful and powerful, with fluid and captivating movements.

The envoys were pleasantly surprised.

Almost the instant Ni Qing turned her head, Bai Guanqing's gaze subtly fell on her.

The banquet was only in its first half when many people were already feeling the strain. Some of the more mischievous children couldn't sit still and were clamoring to go home.

Ni Qing was also drowsy. She was just there to go through the motions and hadn't heard of any rule that required her to stay until the end.

She straightened up slightly, supported by the hand Zhuzhu offered, and left her seat amidst the boisterous cheers.

Bai Guanqing hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

Once she left the Forbidden City, she found her family's carriage and was about to step onto it when she suddenly stopped, as if she had thought of something.

The young man and the maid Zhuzhu looked up at the same time, puzzled.

"What's wrong, miss? Did you forget something?"

"Zhuzhu asked curiously."

Ni Qing shook her head, looked down at Bai Guanqing for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Why don't you go back too?"

The young man's eyes trembled slightly, a barely perceptible look of bewilderment flashing deep within.

Go back? Go back where?

Ni Qing quickly answered the question that had been on his mind.

"I grant your permission. You may return to your general's mansion. We shall meet again someday."

She then turned around and nimbly boarded the carriage. Zhu Zhu paused for a moment and glanced at Bai Guanqing.

He didn't seem as happy as Zhuzhu had imagined.