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

"Today is such an important day, how could I not come?" Bai Mufeng bowed, his seat cleverly arranged next to Ni Qing.

He walked over slowly, his sickly eyes giving Ni Qing a cold look.

The latter never even glanced at him from beginning to end.

It's alright. Once they get married, he will naturally teach her what manners are. He secretly gripped his cuffs, his knuckles turning white.

"Princess, you have been in our country for many days. Are you finding your stay comfortable?" The Emperor of Yu stroked his beard with a polite smile.

"Your Majesty, all is well," the young woman replied politely.

"The Third Prince is nearly 25 years old, and the position of Imperial Consort is currently vacant. I wonder if the Princess would be willing to get to know Mu Feng?" The Emperor directly addressed the issue.

He was the monarch of a country. Even though he had already made arrangements in his mind, he still asked a question out of procedure. A woman who knew her place would certainly not refuse.

Ni Qing smiled gently: "It all depends on Your Majesty's wishes."

As expected, the emperor nodded in satisfaction: "In that case, I will send someone to draft an imperial edict." Today's task can be considered a complete success.

Bai Guanqing sat opposite the girl, remaining expressionless from beginning to end. He even seemed quite leisurely, propping his head up with his hand and a strange smile on his lips.

The Third Prince glanced at him unintentionally, and a strange sense of unease welled up in his heart.

"Wait! You can't barge in! Someone, stop them!"

A stern reprimand came from the doorway, and the Imperial Guards scrambled to stop the women who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

"Get out of my way! I want to see the Third Prince!"

"Is Mu Feng inside?!"

They shouted so loudly that even before they broke in, the people inside could hear them clearly.

It seems that the Third Prince's mistresses have come to the palace.

But this is the royal palace... Who could bring a group of women in under everyone's noses and escape the guards' inspection?

Bai Mufeng's face seemed to turn even paler. Seeing the Emperor's grim expression, he immediately stood up and knelt down: "Father! Your subject doesn't know who is outside. Please, Father, be wise. Someone is surely trying to frame your subject!"

As they were talking, a group of heavily made-up women rushed in.

Anyone with eyes can see that this deliberately came at this crucial juncture, at the worst possible time, and it must have been done intentionally by someone with ulterior motives.

Ni Qing looked up and glanced at Bai Guanqing from afar.

The young man leisurely fanned himself. Even though her line of sight was short, he noticed her immediately and looked back, revealing a gentle smile.

Ni Qing: "..."

Regardless of the motives of the person behind this, he achieved his goal. Even if these women were not Bai Mufeng's, they were enough to ruin today's good deed.

The Emperor of Yu was furious, his beard bristling and eyes wide with rage: "Where did you come from! This is the royal palace! You cannot be so insolent here!"

The beautiful woman at the head of the group knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, my sisters and I are all the Third Prince's people. A few days ago, I was diagnosed with pregnancy, but the Third Prince beat me so badly that I miscarried... Please, Your Majesty, do justice for me!"

Everyone was completely bewildered by this sudden turn of events.

The Emperor of Yu glared coldly at Bai Mufeng, then secretly observed Ni Qing's expression. This had just happened when they were about to announce the marriage…

Bai Mufeng stood up in disbelief and rushed over: "You shameless woman! What nonsense are you spouting!"

His hand, hanging by his side, was trembling slightly.

The beautiful woman seemed terrified after being beaten, and immediately cried out in alarm and dodged backward.

The raised hand was about to land on her face when the emperor coldly rebuked, "Stop! What kind of behavior is this in public? This is the palace. Any private matters should be settled in private!"

Bai Mufeng was grinding his teeth so hard they were about to break. Everyone was filled with surprise and doubt, but the faint murmur of discussion sounded like thunder to him.

"Brother, calm down. If you make a scene here, what will the princess think of you?" Bai Guanqing, not wanting to miss a chance to stir up trouble, intentionally or unintentionally brought up the two of them.

This finally drew everyone's attention.

Exactly! The emperor was just about to announce their marriage when a miscarried child suddenly appeared. A litter of beautiful women, plus a tendency towards domestic violence—anyone would have reservations, right?

The emperor turned to look at Ni Qing, who was expressionless, and said, "My good-for-nothing son has made a fool of himself in front of the princess today. I think the marriage is still pending. Let's eat first. Guards, take these women away!"

The enormous palace, with its row of guards, couldn't stop a group of women; there must be something fishy going on.

The woman in the lead saw the guards about to arrest her again. She secretly glanced in one direction and saw the man lower his eyes. Only then did she seem to relax and let him take her away.

No one paid any special attention to these subtle movements.

But Ni Qing noticed that when she picked up the wine cup, she poured the wine with such fluid movements that it was almost aesthetically pleasing.

With things unfolding this way, she was starting to have a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

Everyone knew they wouldn't enjoy the dinner, so they left faster than anyone else, and by the time it was halfway through, most of them had already left.

Bai Mufeng had already been helped away by the servants.

Ni Qing also stood up and bowed to the emperor: "This humble woman has drunk too much and is feeling somewhat weak, so I shall leave the table first—"

There's no point in continuing like this.

Last time, Zhuzhu was really unable to handle such a situation, so this time she was left at the mansion, and the carriage was still waiting at the city gate.

Just as she was about to step onto the platform, a familiar, cool voice suddenly came from behind her: "Wait—"

Ni Qing paused, looking at the incomparably handsome young man behind her. His brows were furrowed, and even without expression, he exuded a sense of impending doom and impending doom.

"What brings you here, Seventh Prince?" she asked, still feigning unfamiliarity as she looked at him.