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

Inside the quaint wooden house, a thin boy lay motionless on the bed. He looked disheveled, with blood on his lips, and even in his unconscious state, his brows were furrowed.

Not long after, his long eyelashes trembled, and his vision gradually cleared.

Incense and candles were lit inside, and the smoke drifted slowly through the air like tiny snakes. A beaded curtain and white gauze curtains hung around the room. Not far from the bed was a low table, where a woman in a white robe held a freshly brewed cup of hot tea quietly.

Wait, a woman?

His brows furrowed even deeper, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

When she opened her eyes again, she was still there.

Those clear, light brown eyes looked over indifferently, their voice calm, yet tinged with disgust: "Awake?"

The boy raised his eyes, bewildered, and looked at her with curiosity and hope, asking blatantly, "Who are you, fairy?"

His memories were sealed, but they would be restored the next day.

Ni Qing slowly took a sip of hot tea, her lips moist and alluring. She said in a cold voice, "Now that you're awake, why don't you get up and become my disciple?"

"Become an apprentice?" He blinked in confusion before hesitatingly getting up. A pain shot through his chest, and he couldn't help but groan and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His weakness was obvious.

But the woman remained unmoved; her gaze was cold and indifferent, like a sharp, cold blade, ignoring him completely.

They didn't even suggest that he lie down and rest.

Shen Zhaoshu coughed a few times, his face pale and lips bright red, like a vengeful ghost. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, then slowly rose and knelt down.

"You were seriously injured, and I saved you. From this day forward, you will be my only personal disciple. If you dare to disobey my will, you will be expelled immediately. Do you understand?"

Ni Qing looked down at him and said.

"May I ask, what is the immortal's name?" the boy asked obediently.

The woman in white casually rested her elbow on the table, lazily propped her chin up, and said with a cold look in her eyes: "Immortal Venerable Wangyue—Ni Qing."

Shen Zhaoshu's eyes lit up. Like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, he kowtowed sharply and said in a loud voice, "Disciple Shen Zhaoshu greets Master."

After he finished kowtowing, he raised his head with bright, starry eyes and gazed at her silently.

Ni Qing frowned, displeased, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

He smiled shyly, with an innocent air: "It seems like you need to drink tea before becoming an apprentice."

Really? While Ni Qing was questioning her existence, he quickly stood up and downed the only half-cup of hot tea on the low table. If she had observed carefully, she would have noticed that he drank from almost the same spot as her.

Almost a perfect match.

"That's what I drank," she said expressionlessly. This guy doesn't seem very bright? Could it be him?

The boy blushed, seemingly embarrassed. It didn't seem to be intentional, Ni Qing muttered to herself.

The next second, he looked at her expectantly and said slowly, "It's your turn, Master." He poured another cup of hot tea, bent down and knelt on one knee beside Ni Qing, handing her the teacup he had just drunk from.

Ni Qing lowered her eyes and silently looked at the cup of tea.

Shen Zhaoshu was still young, but his figure was like that of a young man. He knelt quietly by my side, his face covered in dust, obscuring his features, but his eyes were bright and sparkling.

As she struggled with her decision, the boy's downcast eyes were unfathomable, his emotions difficult to decipher.

"No need, let's skip these formalities." It's just a formality; after all, the original owner hated demons and naturally wouldn't drink with him. Ni Qing refused.

Shen Zhaoshu lowered his head in disappointment.

She figured it was about time, so she got up and said dismissively, "It's getting late, I'll come another day." She waved her white robe, opened the door, and went out.

When she said "another day," she meant she wouldn't come.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, she immediately went into seclusion to cultivate.

Shen Zhaoshu casually withdrew his gaze, his eyelids slightly lowered.

He was standing on a small hill covered with bamboo forests. The wind rustled through the bamboo, casting sparse shadows, and the bamboo stood tall and verdant, which indeed looked like the abode of immortals.

Outside the bamboo forest, a stone tablet sat crookedly, its inscription covered by weeds. He parted the weeds to see what it was, and found the three characters "Wangyue Peak" covered in dust.

She's a woman, how could she have turned the mountain into this place?

For several days in a row, the person he was waiting for still didn't appear. It seemed that the woman in white robes from that day was just an illusion.

Seven days later, the woman in white robes reappeared outside the window.

"Master!" he exclaimed in surprise and ran out immediately.

Ni Qing frowned, her voice cold: "What kind of behavior is this, shouting and yelling? You have no manners at all, truly worthy of being a demon clan member—"

The sound suddenly caught in his throat.

He looked questioning and murmured, "What did Master say?"

The aloof immortal pursed his lips, his expression softening: "It's nothing, don't make a fuss."

He didn't answer immediately, but tilted his head and asked, "Why hasn't Master come to see me these past few days?"

Ni Qing looked annoyed, but when she saw his face, she suddenly paused: "Of course I'm busy, what's wrong with your face? Why does it still look like it did a few days ago?"

He lowered his head, his tone slightly aggrieved: "I don't seem to remember anything."

Ni Qing: "?" Really? How did losing his memory turn him into a complete idiot? He can't even wash his face properly? Well, he was the crown prince before, so he was probably served by servants.

"Master, please wipe it for me." He looked up, his starry eyes dark and unfathomable, showing no trace of amnesia, and even the initial confusion had vanished without a trace.

Ni Qing naturally wouldn't help him. Just as she was about to cast a cleansing spell, a charming female voice came over.

"Master, you've come to see this demonic cultivator again?!" A pale yellow shadow leaped forward, its eyebrows raised, looking at Shen Zhaoshu with malice.

Tsk tsk, a sarcastic comment: "Looks so sloppy, a clown."

Ni Qing instinctively wanted to laugh, but quickly suppressed it, and could only casually say, "Ye Lai, don't be rude."

A memorable scene: the male and female protagonists meet.

She couldn't help but frown and struggle with the thought: if he really was that person, wouldn't she be cheating on herself?

Ye Lai then suppressed her malice, but still gave him a cold look. She hadn't even become the disciple of the Immortal Venerable Wangyue, so what right did this remnant of the demon race have?

Shen Zhaoshu ignored her and instead stared directly at Ni Qing with a cold-blooded gaze, just like that day in the Nianxie Palace. He said softly, "Didn't Master say that I am your only disciple?"

Ni Qing hadn't forgotten that she was currently his white moonlight, but she glanced at him lazily. Her appearance was exquisite, and she looked like a goddess descended to earth.

"This is the princess of the human race. She has been cultivating on my mountain since she was a child, but she is not my disciple."

Oops, I made a silly mistake. At this moment, Shen Zhaoshu had fully regained his memory.

The boy slowly uttered an "Oh," and then, with clumsy acting, he lunged at Ni Qing, hugging her tightly, his voice choked with sobs: "I thought Master didn't want me anymore."