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

Chaos erupted at the scene. The assassin wielding a crossbow was dealt with on the spot by Mu Shui. Zhu Zhu cried until her nose turned red, and her hands trembled as she dared not touch anything.

Knowing there was no way to avoid it, Ni Qing simply stepped aside to block the male protagonist, in order to prevent any other assassins from approaching.

The arrow pierced her heart; the girl's waist was slender, and the arrow nearly went through her back. Zhuzhu addressed her as "Miss" repeatedly, weeping uncontrollably; her genuine emotion moved everyone present.

Mu Shui couldn't bear it and turned to look at his master. The handsome young man had been standing still the whole time, seemingly stunned.

There was no pain, shock, or surprise in his eyes. He simply looked quietly at the lifeless girl lying in Zhuzhu's arms, without showing any complex emotions.

He was even the calmest person there.

But he remained stunned for far too long.

It took so long that even Mu Shui noticed something was wrong.

He quickly stepped forward and tentatively asked, "Your Highness?"

Bai Guanqing seemed to wake from a dream. He hurriedly looked away and began to speak methodically to the guards: "Why don't you take them away quickly? What are you still doing here?"

"Drag Bai Lan into the dungeon and torture him severely. See if you've missed anyone else. Arrest all the ministers and factions who colluded with him..."

"With so many guards, why couldn't they even stop one person—"

The old emperor sighed and looked at the young man with some worry.

He seemed only angry at the incompetence of the royal guards, and did not show excessive sadness or hidden emotions because of the death of his beloved empress.

The girl's face was beautiful but pale, and now, due to excessive blood loss, she was lifeless. She lay quietly with her eyes closed, no different from when she was asleep.

The bloodstains on his chest congealed into a dark color and stopped flowing.

Bai Guanqing originally only wanted to have a simple funeral ceremony, which seemed to be done hastily and perfunctorily.

It was still a grand affair, held under the old emperor's insistence.

The bustling Seventh Prince's residence fell silent. The servants looked solemn as they sadly removed the red silk embroidery that had recently been hung up as a symbol of celebration and replaced it with somber white silk.

They spent every day with the Seventh Princess Consort and never imagined that she would be the wicked concubine that the people talked about.

Ni Qing's soul did not immediately transfer after her death. She watched helplessly as her funeral was held as scheduled, and felt a strange unease in her heart.

However, Bai Guanqing's reaction was unexpectedly calm, unlike any of the male leads in previous worlds. Since the subsequent plot didn't match up, she didn't know how to continue acting.

It seems he really just wanted to get revenge for her ignoring him.

The girl's heart gradually calmed down, and this was undoubtedly for the best. Although she would experience death again and again, her soul would live on, and she could live as long as she wanted to.

But the characters in these worlds wouldn't be affected. If their lives were affected by her, a cannon fodder female supporting character, she couldn't even imagine how agonizing the long road ahead would be.

She watched the funeral begin and end, and then it was time for Bai Lan's execution.

The once gentle and refined Prince Hao is now in a sorry state. Having lived a life of luxury, he has never been to a dungeon, let alone been subjected to severe torture.

His hair was disheveled and stained with the grime of the dungeon; he wore prison clothes covered in wounds; he was mentally broken from torture and paraded through the streets.

The prison cart that followed also carried Eunuch Wu, the quack minister who spread falsehoods and misled the public…

The truth came out, and Ni Qing was not the so-called evil concubine who harmed people. The people felt guilty, but now that she was dead, there was no way for her to apologize.

Bai Guanqing, who was usually so busy that he was nowhere to be seen, also appeared on the day of his execution.

The prison cart moved slowly, as did his pace.

He walked slowly and deliberately in the direction of the prison cart, his cold, lifeless eyes fixed on the leader, Prince Hao.

Bai Lan seemed to sense something, looked up and met the gaze of the young man outside the crowd. Then, he revealed a provocative smile and shouted, "Bai Guanqing, do you think you've won?"

"With you, my imperial concubine, by my side on the road to the underworld, even death would be worthwhile!"

Rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs were hurled at the prison cart: "Shut your mouth! If it weren't for your Seventh Imperial Concubine, how could you have died? You deserved it!"

Bai Guanqing stopped abruptly the moment he spoke. After a moment of silence, he took another step.

He couldn't see Ni Qing, so he naturally didn't know that the other person had been following him all along. His tense eyes watched the two of them playing chess back and forth.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

When they were escorted to the execution ground, many people were already waiting.

Instead of raising his blade, the executioner and several others pressed down on the prisoner.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Seventh Prince Bai Guanqing carried a long sword, its sharp edge gleaming and its weight appearing extremely heavy.

The young man walked step by step past the crowd of onlookers toward the execution ground. Expressionless, he raised his long sword and looked at Eunuch Wu, the Imperial Advisor…

They died before they even had a chance to feel pain.

Blood splattered on Bai Guanqing's face, but he wiped it off nonchalantly and finally showed the first smile since Ni Qing's death.

Unpredictable, ruthless, violent, gloomy...

Various emotions are displayed at inappropriate times.

Yet, he still smiled and approached Bai Lan.

Ni Qing's unease grew stronger, and her heart, which had been at ease, began to race again. Not to mention the common people, even she was stunned by his appearance.

As he approached death, Bai Lan belatedly began to feel fear. If it were the executioner carrying out the execution, he wouldn't feel anything, but if it were Bai Guanqing, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be tortured to death.

While he was stunned, the young man smiled and raised his blood-stained longsword, slowly piercing his heart.

Bai Lan's pupils contracted as a sharp pain shot through him, and he couldn't help but yell, "You madman! If you've got the guts, just give me a quick death!"

Then Bai Guanqing seemed not to hear, and continued slowly and firmly, piercing through his flesh and through his heart. Even after Bai Lan died from the excruciating pain, he still exerted force slowly.

The sword tip pierced his body, and he died with his eyes wide open.

The young man's bloodthirsty smile was magnified infinitely in Ni Qing's eyes. Just as she contacted the system to retreat, the other party locked onto her without warning, his gaze no longer penetrating—

A cold, ruthless gaze fixed on her.

At that very moment, Ni Qing also disappeared from the spot and withdrew from the world.