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

The news that the princess of the neighboring country was about to arrive in Yu Kingdom was immediately sent to the monarch by carrier pigeon.

Upon entering the territory, they were immediately greeted and entertained, a truly comprehensive service. Because the princess had traveled a long way and was exhausted, the emperor of Yu Kingdom granted her special permission to rest for a few days before coming to meet the emperor.

The welcoming banquet will be even more grand.

Ni Qing was indeed exhausted. She had long since changed out of her fiery red wedding dress and was arranged to live in one of her nominal husband's houses.

It has a good location, close to Kyoto, yet far from the hustle and bustle, making it very peaceful.

The servants in the mansion were all newly arrived maids, each one eager to serve, diligent and efficient, and showed no disrespect to the princess whatsoever.

"Make way! Let this Marquis see who this princess from the neighboring country is. I've heard she's beautiful, but I don't know if it's true or not. She just hides in her house!"

A commotion arose at the gate of the mansion.

"My lord! Absolutely not! His Majesty has decreed that the princess has just arrived and is not yet familiar with the surroundings. No one is allowed to disturb her rest."

"My lord, please spare this servant. I really cannot let you in."

Ni Qing was leisurely sipping tea in the front hall when she heard the noise and frowned. She put down her cup, somewhat displeased.

Afraid that she would get angry and reveal her true nature by scolding this brat, Zhuzhu immediately said, "Miss, please calm down. I'll go and take a look at him for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out the door with lightning speed.

The man shouting at the gate of the mansion was dressed in a dark blue brocade robe and wore a tall white jade crown. He was handsome and dignified, though not inferior in appearance. However, his brows were filled with a sense of debauchery, which made him particularly repulsive.

He was followed by a group of obsequious servants.

As Zhuzhu arrived at the door, a maidservant greeted her, saying, "Greetings, Auntie."

"What's going on?" Zhuzhu glanced at him and asked in a low voice.

Before the maid could speak, the marquis said, "Is this the princess? She does seem to be a bit petite than the women of our Yu Kingdom, but her appearance can hardly be considered top-notch, can it?"

Zhu Zhu: "..." What's going on? The Marquis of Yu Kingdom just launched a personal attack?

She was pretty, but naturally couldn't compare to Ni Qing.

“Our young...Princess is not receiving guests at the moment. Young Marquis, please return. Your Highness has had a long journey. We hope you will be lenient and we can meet again another day.”

She hadn't even realized that Ni Qing's account had been banned before she instinctively started to say "Miss".

The young marquis narrowed his eyes, a hint of lewdness in them: "Why are you still so tired after resting for several days? Should I find a royal physician to take a look at you?"

Zhuzhu was a little angry, but the other party was a marquis, and she, as a servant, had no say. She could only hope that the marquis would be sensible and leave quickly, otherwise her young lady would teach him a lesson.

The first item in her dowry chest was the whip she often used to lash people.

The young marquis sneered, "I'm going to see what she looks like today! Let's see who dares to stop me!"

Upon hearing this, he was about to force his way in.

"You're blocking the way, get out of the way."

A cool, indifferent voice casually came from inside the carriage.

Upon hearing this, Zhuzhu looked over and saw a carriage that had arrived at the gate of the mansion at some point. It seemed that the young marquis and his entourage were blocking the young master's way.

"Who do you think you are! You think I, the Marquis, am blocking your way? If you see me, why don't you quickly go around me, or I'll punish you."

The young marquis, having been humiliated, immediately shouted.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and everyone present gasped.

He was an exceptionally handsome young man.

He wore a black embroidered brocade robe with gold patterns that looked expensive, and his black hair was tied up high with a gold crown.

His pale skin clashed with the wheat-colored skin of the Yu Kingdom.

With a high, straight nose, delicate and aloof eyebrows and eyes, and beautiful, perfectly shaped lips, which are now slightly pursed, the owner exudes an air of quiet authority.

She possesses an ethereal and otherworldly air.

He held a folding fan in his hand, and wore a jade thumb ring on his index finger.

"Young Master, please step aside. This is the Seventh Prince," the coachman advised somewhat awkwardly.

The man who called himself Marquis was taken aback. The Seventh Prince? The youngest prince who was sent away to a temple to practice Buddhism from a young age? The emperor has shown no intention of bringing him back for so many years, so why has he suddenly returned to the palace?

But he didn't know whether the young man was favored or not. Just by glancing at his appearance, he felt a little ashamed of himself.

"Such a sissy, where did this Seventh Prince come from? He's probably just an imposter." He sneered.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of wind breaking rang out.

A sharp pain shot through his scalp in an instant, and by the time he realized what was happening, the folding fan had already floated lightly to the ground.

The jade crown on his head shattered, and the broken pieces of jade scratched his forehead, causing countless beads of blood to appear.

"Kill those who block my way!"

The young man curled his lips into a smile, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes revealing a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He seemed rather slow and deliberate, but there was a hint of ruthlessness in the last syllable of his voice.

He does what he says.

The young marquis, shameless as he was, was afraid of encountering someone reckless. He immediately kept a low profile, the pain in his forehead constantly reminding him that this seventh prince was no ordinary person.

Why does he exude such a murderous aura after returning from the temple? Is this really the Seventh Prince?

He gave a disgruntled snort: "Do you know who my father is? You hurt me, and my father will definitely report you to the authorities!"

The newcomer was losing patience. The fan in his hand disappeared and was replaced by a dagger, which terrified the Marquis. He immediately finished his harsh words and slunk away.

Zhuzhu was completely bewildered from beginning to end. Is this really the end?

She mustered her courage again to look at the young man, only to see his pale, bony face. She lowered the curtain, completely concealing his face.

She could only silently pray that the man in front of her wouldn't be the one to marry her mistress, because he seemed very capable of fighting, and her mistress might not be able to beat him.

After muttering to himself, he looked up again, only to find that the person had already left in a carriage. Perhaps they were just passing by, as the other person hadn't given the mansion a single glance from beginning to end.

She pursed her lips, and just as she was about to go inside, she caught a glimpse of a fan in the dust, with the character "mirror" written on it.

Was this intentional or unintentional? It seems my own young lady has been given the title "Jing Yao"?

After thinking it over, I silently picked it up and returned to the front hall.

Ni Qing propped her head up against the table, looking lazy and casual, without any sense of propriety.

"Resolved? So quickly?"

Just a second ago, she heard that guy was going to force his way in, and she was already thinking about how to fight him.

Zhuzhu hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes, Miss, a passing young man chased him away, but the man seemed to be a prince and even threw a fan at him."

After she finished speaking, she unfolded the fan so that her young mistress could clearly see the words on it.

镜。

Ni Qing raised an eyebrow: "It can be considered that a good person has a peaceful life, and that he helped those in need." She didn't think about it in detail; sometimes she even forgot her own title.

"Why keep this broken fan? Just find somewhere to throw it away," she said lazily. "It takes up space no matter where you put it, and if someone sees it, they might use it as an excuse to make trouble."

She thought it might be because the seventh prince's name also contained the character "Jing".

Suddenly it dawned on me that the male lead seemed to be one of the princes of the Yu Kingdom, but at this moment, he was still slowly boiling the frog with the female lead.

Thinking about it this way, she felt a little more at ease.