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

The bustling street was lively and bustling. Vendors at various stalls shouted loudly, their faces flushed, and when they saw pedestrians stop, they would step forward with beaming faces to introduce their products.

Toddler toys, girls' rouge, and a variety of freshly baked snacks with a fragrant aroma; every now and then, a few children would play together.

"Have you heard? The new princess from the neighboring country was supposed to be betrothed to the Third Prince, but it was all messed up by the women he kept as mistresses."

"I've heard about it. It's said that His Majesty is furious and is preparing to make other plans."

"I have inside information. It's said that the prince who's going to marry the princess is the seventh prince who returned to the capital that day. They're already drafting the imperial decree and preparing to choose a date for the wedding. They say that prince looks like an immortal..."

Several girls were gathered around the rouge shop, picking and choosing with their hands while chatting about the strange news in the capital recently.

Zhu Zhu paused slightly as she took the steamed bun, and looked over suspiciously.

The girls were still choosing, but Zhuzhu had lost all interest in listening. It was strange; the common people's information was far more reliable than that of the palace.

She pursed her lips and began to ride at full speed towards the princess's residence, determined to tell Ni Qing this baseless rumor.

As soon as I stepped into the front hall, I saw Ni Qing reclining thoughtfully on a soft couch, with a bright imperial edict on the tea table next to her.

"You're back?" She yawned, took the steamed bun Zhuzhu handed her, and the hot aroma made her feel slightly more awake.

Zhuzhu looked at the document that resembled an imperial edict with some confusion: "I overheard some things while buying steamed buns on the street. It's said that Miss's husband has been changed to..."

"Seventh Prince Bai Guanqing?" The girl spoke slowly, without any emotion, uttering the name she hadn't had a chance to say aloud.

Zhuzhu nodded.

Ni Qing took a bite and ate slowly, swallowing the food in her mouth before saying slowly, "It's not a rumor. Look, we'll get married tomorrow."

"Tomorrow...tomorrow?" Zhuzhu clicked her tongue in surprise, considering the distance between them...

Finding out the news and getting married in just one day? Isn't that a bit too rushed?

The girl seemed to see through her thoughts and explained slowly, "Perhaps she's still shaken by the last banquet and doesn't want to make any mistakes."

So the old emperor quickly wrote the imperial edict and sent it over immediately.

Ni Qing felt a little full after eating one steamed bun, so she gave the rest to Zhuzhu. She narrowed her eyes, stood up, and saw a group of unfamiliar guards swarming towards her.

They were all carrying or lifting jeweled boxes.

"Who are you?" Zhuzhu asked as she stepped forward.

Mu Shui, who was in charge, immediately bowed and replied, "I have come on His Highness's orders to deliver betrothal gifts to the Princess."

They brought a lot of things, including real gold and silver as well as rare treasures, which almost dazzled Zhuzhu.

Mu Shui stood in the center of the courtyard, his expressionless face casually watching the servants carry the girls in one by one. He seemed to have thought of something, and glanced at the princess with some suspicion.

The girl, as always, did not wear any makeup. She leaned lazily against the threshold, her arms crossed over her chest, looking calm and composed, without any proper manners.

Unlike the usual strict women in the palace.

She noticed Mu Shui's gaze and turned to look at him: "Please thank Your Highness for your kindness on my behalf. Zhuzhu, quickly find a servant to come and move it to the manor's storeroom."

Is this considered premarital property? They're incredibly generous.

Zhuzhu's eyes lit up, and she immediately called for help.

Although she thought the Seventh Prince was just joking about marrying her young lady, and he seemed unfathomable and not an empty-headed fool, the fact that her young lady had made such a big show of things before even entering the house meant he must be a good person.

Mu Shui watched helplessly as the servants emptied out all the valuables in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. There was no point in him staying any longer, so he bowed and took his leave.

Go back and report to your master.

Meanwhile, the servants in the Seventh Prince's residence were scrambling to keep busy when they learned of the upcoming celebration.

Mu Shui gently climbed over the wall and knocked on the study door.

"Come in," the person inside said succinctly.

The young man, dressed in a dark robe, was leisurely flipping through ancient books. He knew exactly who the visitor was, and without even looking up, asked, "How did things go?"

Mu Shui clasped his hands and bowed respectfully, saying, "Your Highness, I have taken care of the matter."

Bai Guanqing knew that Ni Qing was tired of him, and he threatened her openly and secretly without reservation. Sending betrothal gifts was just to annoy her.

"What was her attitude?" He turned another page.

Mu Shui paused for a moment: "Princess, please accept everything."

youth:"………"

"They even felt it wasn't enough." Mu Shui carefully recalled Ni Qing's expression and added seriously.

The next day.

The servants in both households got up early to work, and the originally quiet courtyard was decorated with lanterns and colorful ribbons, which were woven into festive red embroidery.

Decorated on red bricks and green tiles.

Even the guard dog's bowl was stuffed full of meat.

As soon as Ni Qing opened her eyes, she was served by a stream of nannies and maids who came in to wash her up. Her clean and pure face was adorned with the finest jade rouge.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her beautiful eyes were bright and lively, her skin was so delicate that it seemed to embody the image of ice and jade, her nose was small and exquisite, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and a flower was imprinted on her forehead, making her charming and touching.

She sat calmly at the dressing table, even feeling a little sleepy.

Instead, Zhuzhu was so nervous and flustered that anyone who didn't know better would think she was the one about to get married.

Ni Qing stood up, letting the elaborate and gorgeous clothes be fastened on the left and right, and was helped into the bridal sedan chair by the matchmaker.