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

The old emperor's desk was piled high with memorials, half of which requested Ni Qing's repatriation or execution. Unfortunately, he was too ill to attend to them.

Bai Lan casually picked up the memorial and looked at it with interest; everything was proceeding very smoothly. There was no other way; his father was getting old. If he had simply followed the original plan and made him the crown prince, there wouldn't have been so much trouble.

Throughout history, the throne has always been reserved for the capable. If his seventh brother, Bai Guanqing, possessed even a modicum of talent, he wouldn't be so disdainful. To have been manipulated by him for so long without any reaction—what else could he be but a complete incompetent fool?

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, revealing a young eunuch who had come to clean the imperial study. He saw that Prince Hao was holding a memorial that should have been held by the emperor, and was about to stop him when he suddenly met the eunuch's serpentine gaze.

A cold sweat broke out on my body.

"Your Highness, I saw nothing." However, the prince simply waved his hand, and he felt as if he had been granted a pardon. Just as he was about to express his gratitude, a cold sword pierced his body.

Eunuch Wu threw away the bloodstained sword and said obsequiously, "Your Highness, the Seventh Prince has arrived."

Bai Lan put down the memorial and chuckled lightly, "Heh." The purpose of setting up this trap to invite the Seventh Prince today was naturally to warn him and, incidentally, force him to hand over Ni Qing.

The two had no connection. If his seventh brother wasn't confused, the throne would eventually belong to him in no time.

He straightened his clothes and casually stepped over the blood-stained corpse on the ground: "Have someone take care of it, don't dirty the Imperial Study."

Eunuch Wu responded and watched Prince Hao leave, his murky eyes filled with treachery.

When Bai Lan arrived, the Seventh Prince was already seated in the guest seat, casually holding a teacup, his expression unchanged, seemingly unaware of the issues these ministers were about to attack.

"Seventh Brother is here? I was late because I had some business to attend to. Please don't mind." Bai Lan was still the same as he was remembered, gentle and refined, his smile utterly harmless.

He stepped past the crowd, intending to sit in the main seat, but since the court's power was not yet fully under his control, he paused briefly before taking the second seat.

No one noticed this subtle movement except Bai Guanqing, who curled his lips into a smile, though it didn't reveal any real emotion.

King Hao went straight to the point: "To be honest, we have all gathered here today for the sake of the safety and survival of the nation. I wonder if any of you have heard the divination of the Imperial Advisor?"

The ministers, all over fifty years old, immediately began to speak at length.

"The Imperial Advisor has always been incredibly insightful. Our country has developed to such a state thanks in no small part to you, Your Excellency."

"It seems that the Seventh Imperial Concubine must be a witch; we must eliminate her completely."

"His Majesty is on his deathbed; this matter cannot be delayed."

Everyone was talking about it, but Bai Guanqing, the main character of the topic, sat silently.

Bai Lan lowered his eyes, concealing the smugness within, and feigned concern, saying, "Seventh Brother, what do you think? After all, she is a princess from a neighboring country, and a newlywed... Are you willing to hand over Jing Yao to protect the safety of our great nation?"

This is undoubtedly a huge act of moral blackmail.

Bai Guanqing raised his eyes, even the smile on his lips faded slightly, and he said slowly, "If it really is the princess, then the health of the Emperor must be the priority... However?"

"She is just a woman, yet everyone talks about her as if she were a god. Could it be that our soldiers, every single one of whom has been training repeatedly over the years, are not as good as Ni Qing?"

It is utterly ridiculous for a woman to define the fate of a nation.

Bai Lan's expression changed slightly, and he said, "No matter what, it is better to kill the innocent than to let the guilty go free. Father is getting sicker every day, and this matter cannot be delayed any longer."

But no matter how tactful or direct he was, his seventh brother remained completely unmoved. King Hao was furious, his face turning ashen. He hadn't expected Bai Guanqing to be willing to bear the burden of filial impiety just to protect a woman.

The end result was that they parted on bad terms.

After the ministers left, Bai Lan remained seated in his chair, showing no intention of leaving.

The eunuch Wu, who arrived later, was even more furious: "This seventh prince is also clueless, he just ruined the whole thing." As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Lan burst into laughter.

The pleasant voice gave Eunuch Wu goosebumps. He looked at Prince Hao with suspicion and uncertainty, unsure of what to do.

"Excellent." The effect was even better than originally planned. Now he had a reason to deal with Bai Guanqing as well. If they were so inseparable, he wouldn't mind granting their wish and sending them to become a pair of doomed lovers.

He sat there until night fell, then said calmly, "Let's make our move tonight, and make a big scene tomorrow."

A hint of joy flashed in Eunuch Wu's eyes: "Yes, Your Majesty."

The word "Your Majesty" pleased Bai Lan greatly, and he laughed loudly before getting up and leaving.

The medicinal cuisine prepared by the Imperial Medical Academy today had a stronger aroma than usual, and Eunuch Wu held a whisk, looking like he was keeping a close watch on it.

Once the medicine was ready, he picked up the dish and headed towards the emperor's bedroom.

"Your Majesty, you just took your medicine." Eunuch Wu's smile was kind, but his tone was much colder than usual. To his surprise, His Majesty had miraculously woken up; the last time His Majesty had been conscious was three days ago.

The old emperor coughed incessantly, a faint metallic taste of blood emanating from his throat. But he was unwilling to die like this, and allowed Eunuch Wu to help him up and feed him medicine.

Having not eaten for a long time, he could no longer taste the sweetness or bitterness of the medicine.

After he finished drinking and lay down again, he noticed that Eunuch Wu was looking at him with a strange expression: "Is there anything else?"

His voice sounded somewhat weak.

Eunuch Wu slowly bowed: "Your Majesty, this old servant has come tonight to see you off on your final journey."

These shocking words exploded in the old emperor's ears.

He trembled as he tried to raise his hand: "You...you want to harm me. I have treated you well. Who is instructing you?" He had said more than he had in all these days.

"Your Majesty, you have blocked Prince Hao's path," Eunuch Wu said casually.

The old emperor was so angry that blood began to trickle from the corner of his mouth again: "You eunuch! I'll order someone to examine you!"

Eunuch Wu acted as if he hadn't heard, raised his hand and covered the man's mouth and nose, his gaze cold, cutting off the man's already meager oxygen supply.

The old emperor didn't even have the strength to struggle; in the end, his face turned blue and he stopped breathing.

After confirming that he was dead several times, Eunuch Wu slowly stood up, loosened and closed the curtain, and served him as usual.

The only difference is that there's a dead person on the dragon bed.

He pushed open the door and said to the guards on duty outside, "His Majesty needs to rest, and no one is allowed to disturb him."

After saying this, he looked at the bright moon in the night sky, breathed a sigh of relief, and knew that he only needed to wait until dawn to go and report back.

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The following day, news of the emperor's sudden death spread throughout the capital. With no heir apparent, the court was leaderless and in a state of shock.

Not only the imperial court, but also the common people in the capital began to stir.