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

The following day, Bai Lan received a confidential report from his subordinate and thoughtfully looked at Ni Qing's "dark history." Seeing her various outrageous and immoral acts, he sighed.

What an amazing woman.

If this princess doesn't express her stance soon, then he shouldn't blame him for being ruthless.

He curled his lips into a ruthless smile, his usually refined face now showing a hint of cruelty. He then gently folded the secret report and slowly moved it toward the crimson candle. The scorching flames spread until only ashes remained.

After the guards withdrew, he opened the doors and windows, took out a signal flare, pulled the pin, and it flew into the sky like a silent arrow.

He looked up at the sky, as if he could see the future when he would unify the world, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

A short while later, the person who noticed the signal flare arrived late. He was somewhat overweight and was carrying a whisk. Whether out of guilt or to avoid being noticed, his posture was somewhat hunched.

"Your Highness." He bowed, and it was Wu Tian, ​​the old emperor's personal eunuch.

"Has your seventh brother been frequently visiting the palace lately?" He poured a cup of tea and handed it to Eunuch Wu.

The other party shook his head: "This old servant has not seen the Seventh Prince recently."

"If he seeks out my father again, I must be informed immediately. When I inherit the throne, I will surely be able to ensure that Lord Wu can enjoy his old age in peace and wealth."

He asked with a smile, "How has Father been feeling lately?"

Eunuch Wu smiled, his voice slightly shrill: "His Majesty's health is still quite good."

“Eunuch Wu is a wise man. He has served the Emperor for decades. Now, it’s time to find a wise ruler.” He looked directly at Eunuch Wu and said, word by word.

Eunuch Wu understood immediately: "This old servant obeys the order."

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Ni Qing didn't take the Fourth Prince's words to heart at all. She would go to the teahouse whenever she had free time to listen to music and try to avoid spending time with the male lead.

The actors sang their songs on stage, and the young girl watched with great interest from her second-floor room. Perhaps because the window was open, she could even hear the gossip coming from next door.

"Have you heard? His Majesty's health has been deteriorating lately. Things are about to change in the palace."

"The court is buzzing with rumors that the matter of establishing an heir apparent will probably have to be put on the agenda. I wonder who it will be?"

"Your Majesty has always been wise and healthy, so why is your condition getting worse lately?"

"Ever since the princess came to marry into the royal family, things have been getting worse and worse. There's a drought in the south, bandits in the north, nothing good has happened. Do you think it might be..."

Their stories became increasingly bizarre.

Ni Qing next door was so overheard that she almost had a heart attack; she was getting herself involved in the gossip...

Zhuzhu angrily rolled up her sleeves: "I'll go and tear their mouths apart! What nonsense!"

Before the girl could react, Zhuzhu dashed out with lightning speed and kicked open the door next door.

"Who dares to discuss imperial relatives here?! Don't you know this is a serious crime?! You spouting nonsense based solely on guesswork! You old fogies probably want your heads rolled!"

Ni Qing closed her eyes; Zhu Zhu's healing skills had improved rapidly.

Those people felt a little guilty, but seeing that Zhuzhu was just a little girl, they immediately retorted: "Who do you think you are, daring to speak like that? You brat, do you want to get beaten up?"

The situation was getting worse, so Ni Qing immediately stood up and rushed out, only to be beaten to a punch before she even entered the room.

Zhuzhu was pushed, and her waist was politely supported. She immediately turned around.

The cold-faced youth routinely brandished his token: "Seeing this token is like seeing the person; who dares to be arrogant?"

That was Mu Shui, Bai Guanqing's bodyguard.

The rioting crowd fell silent instantly.

That was the Seventh Prince's token; it couldn't be easily impersonated. If word got back to the real prince, he would be terrified.

Their gazes fell on the two of them, and then they noticed the elegant young woman leaning against the doorframe, and began to have doubts.

Could she be the Seventh Princess Consort?

Ni Qing seemed to be deep in thought. After giving a wink, Zhu Zhu and Mu Shui withdrew one after the other.

Her gaze remained fixed on the trembling crowd, her eyes calm and indifferent. After a slight pause, she turned and left without saying a word.

Once outside the room, she whispered in Mu Shui's ear, "Keep an eye on the two people closest to the window. If you notice anything amiss, arrest them."

Mu Shui nodded and turned to leave.

Rumors spread faster among the common people than they do in the palace. The emperor's health is of utmost importance, and news of such matters is usually kept secret. So how come they are still spreading everywhere?

She urgently needed to go home to confirm.

Zhuzhu dropped the silver and went back to the mansion with them.

"Where is His Highness?" she asked, pulling at a servant.

"His Highness has just returned and is in his study," the servant replied respectfully.

The girl hurried along, her mind wavering between knocking and not knocking, but her body had already pushed the door open.

Little did he know that in Bai Guanqing's eyes, it meant: I'm back from my escapades!

"What is it?" The young man held the newspapers and looked at them intently.

"I heard His Majesty has been unwell recently?" she asked tentatively.

Bai Guanqing then put down the letter in his hand and said softly, "The imperial court has indeed not come for a long time. Eunuch Wu said it was just a cold and nothing serious."

Ni Qing hesitated before continuing, "So I plan to go to the palace to see what they're up to."

The girl's brows immediately relaxed. As expected of the male lead, he was somewhat alert. But she also had a vague feeling that he seemed to be targeting her. Rather than remaining inactive, she decided to take the initiative.

"I will go with you. When will you enter the palace?"

“You’ll still be asleep by tomorrow morning, so you probably won’t be able to get up,” Bai Guanqing stated expressionlessly.

Ni Qing: "...Who are you underestimating?"

The words of abuse were about to come out of his mouth but he swallowed them back down.

Unconsciously recalling the Fourth Prince's words, she casually said, "Your fourth brother said a lot of things to me out of the blue before, like promising me wealth and honor, and asking me to do what? I've almost forgotten."

Her character is just a simple-minded, unreasonable, and incompetent fool; that's a rough description.

Bai Guanqing's eyes paused slightly, then he looked at the newspaper again as if nothing had happened: "Why didn't you agree?"

Ni Qing: "I feel like he's insulting me."

She is the eldest daughter of the richest family, so money naturally holds no appeal for her.

A ripple of emotion flickered in the young man's eyes, and the corners of his lips involuntarily curved slightly. The next second, he composed himself, looked up, and said, "He is a man of deep thoughts; it's best not to get involved. If wealth and fame can't attract you, he'll find something else."

The young man sat in a chair, dressed less formally than before, appearing casual and languid. Beneath his long, straight, black eyelashes, his misty, cold eyes gazed at the girl from afar.

It carried a hint of seriousness.

"But you are my wife, we are birds of a feather."