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

The bustling human street was teeming with traffic. Many vendors were pulling carts and energetically hawking their wares, their candied hawthorns skewered large and red, coated with glistening syrup.

Rattles, ornaments, rouge—you name it, they had it.

Their faces were all radiant, and they looked peaceful and content.

"Candied hawthorns! Three coins for a skewer, five coins for two skewers, come and take a look!"

"Madam, how about buying the child a rattle drum? It's so much fun."

"Top-quality rouge! Freshly brought from the city! Buying it is a steal."

Ni Qing had never encountered these things since coming into this world, so she couldn't help but find them strange.

Ye Lai was dazzled by the sights and plunged headlong into the sea of ​​cosmetics. The small manor was peaceful and undisturbed; it didn't seem like the demons were about to arrive.

She pulled Ye Lai into a teahouse for a meal. Inside, a storyteller stood on a stage, waving a folding fan and exaggerating as he told his tale.

Ye Lai ordered a lot of food, while Ni Qing only ordered a pot of tea. Even so, the table was still covered with a dense array of snacks.

"Can you finish it?" Ni Qing asked expressionlessly, but in her heart she was weighing her silver purse.

Ye Lai took off her bamboo hat, revealing her lively and beautiful face: "It's rare to be able to eat food from the lower realm, so what's wrong with ordering a few more dishes? Even if we can't finish them, at least we've tasted them, so it's worth the money!"

Ni Qing didn't say anything, but silently poured herself a cup of tea.

The storyteller was still working with great enthusiasm.

Ni Qing was getting drowsy when a commotion suddenly broke out at the door.

"That sir has come again, hasn't he? This is the third day in a row."

"I really want to see what his face looks like. He looks like he comes from a prestigious family, and his demeanor is comparable to that of royalty."

"Maybe they're actually royalty?"

"That can't be right. Doesn't the current emperor only have princesses and no crown prince?"

The whispers around them grew louder and louder, but they fell silent as the person they were talking about stepped in.

The newcomer was dressed in a black robe, with gold thread embroidered on the cuffs and hem. The phoenixes and dragons were lifelike, as if they were about to take flight. He was very tall, and his features were covered by a silver mask.

Only his pale jawline and thin lips were visible, with a faint outline of his high nose bridge. Beneath his long eyelashes were a pair of cold and languid black eyes, and his lips were slightly pursed.

Behind the newcomer followed a large group of subordinates, all dressed in identical black robes, but without any patterns or decorations, making them look exceptionally simple.

"What a grand display," Ye Lai remarked after taking a bite of tofu.

The next second, Ni Qing put a bamboo hat on her, and then she also covered her face.

Judging from his clothes and appearance, he was most likely Shen Zhaoshu. Ni Qing just didn't expect that the Immortal Clan's calculations and predictions came about in this way.

Judging from the descriptions of others, he seemed to come every day, no wonder the disciples were so confident.

Is it accurate or inaccurate?

Ni Qing and the others' table was located right near the aisle.

"Why are you making me wear this rubbish? Who eats with this on?" Ye Lai was about to take off the hat in dissatisfaction when Ni Qing warned her back: "The demons are coming."

Ye Lai fell silent instantly, not uttering a sound.

Perhaps wearing a straw hat while eating was indeed a bit silly, because the boy in black glanced at them casually, then looked away indifferently, seemingly unaware of their presence.

Ni Qing's heart was in her throat. If she could, she would like to find a secluded place to confront Shen Zhaoshu. The teahouse was full of customers, which was extremely inconvenient.

We can only hold back for now and wait for them to leave before making a move.

Just as the boy in black was about to pass by, the dishes on the table were pulled by his robe, and the dishes and the food inside slipped off and shattered into pieces with a crisp sound.

The once quiet teahouse seemed to be filled with an echo, drawing everyone's attention.

Ni Qing: "..." This is like having the worst luck in eight lifetimes.

Shen Zhaoshu stopped as expected, and through the cold silver mask, he smiled slightly, but appeared even more distant and indifferent: "I apologize for disturbing the two ladies' meal."

He casually tossed down a silver ingot and said, "I'll pay for today's meal."

The people around were in an uproar, some with a hint of envy. One ingot of silver! So generous! This whole table of dishes probably didn't even cost one ingot of silver.

The boy's tone was unfamiliar, suggesting he was truly unaware of anything amiss. Ni Qing silently clutched her purse and breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second she lowered her voice, which sounded androgynous: "Then we'll accept it."

Shen Zhaoshu nodded to himself, walked to the front and sat down, casually poured himself a cup of tea, and listened to the storyteller's tale.

Ni Qing couldn't sense his cultivation level, so it must be above hers.

A short while later, he stood up and left the teahouse with little interest, along with his men.

Seeing that an opportunity had come, Ni Qing immediately took Ye Lai and secretly followed them.

It was difficult to see what Shen Zhaoshu said from a distance, but all that could be seen was that he waved his hand, and the black-clad demonic cultivator beside him obeyed and disappeared.

He wandered around absentmindedly, getting further and further away, until he was almost in the middle of nowhere.

When they reached a grove of trees, he suddenly stopped. He was wearing a silver mask, so his face was not visible. All that could be seen was that the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, as if he was in a good mood.

Ni Qing immediately became alert. They had concealed their presence; they shouldn't be discovered, right?

“Girls, following others is not a good habit.” He lowered his eyelashes, his back to them, and spoke with interest.

Knowing that she had been exposed, Ni Qing stepped forward openly.

Unexpectedly, the tall, handsome young man suddenly turned around, his sharp, cold black eyes staring directly at Ni Qing, sending chills down her spine: "Or, does the young lady like the title 'Master'?"

Ye Lai took off her bamboo hat, looked at Shen Zhaoshu, and shouted loudly, "Junior Brother Shen! As long as you disperse that group of demons, our immortal clan is still willing to handle this matter simply."

The Demon Prince ignored this superfluous person and looked at Ni Qing with a slightly aggrieved expression, his tone full of malice: "Master, your disciple is very sad. I have been missing for so long, but you have never looked for me even once."

Ni Qing said with a blank face, "Didn't you say that returning the item to its rightful owner would settle everything? Why would I come looking for you?"

A man's heart is like a needle in the sea.

"Of course they'll find me and then dig out my demon core." He looked at Ni Qing with a smile. "Master is only arriving now, and even brought an irrelevant person with him. Your disciple is so sad."

He noticed that Ni Qing's fingers curled slightly, probably because she hadn't expected Shen Zhaoshu to know about the Demon Pill. The young man's eyes narrowed, his gaze becoming inscrutable.

“You’re right,” Ni Qing suddenly spoke, her face under the bamboo hat still cold. “I did come here to clean house. I saved you back then, but I didn’t expect you to still be so demonic.”

"All demons are the same."

After hearing this, Shen Zhaoshu only let out a low, hoarse laugh, somewhat sinister: "Did Master think I was just a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

He spoke leisurely, his smile enigmatic: "Perhaps even Master himself might be in danger now that he's here. He's made his disciple so miserable; tell me, how should I take revenge on you?"