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

What was going on? Ni Qing was unusually dumbfounded. Her memory was still stuck in that forest; she had lost consciousness after those demon minions appeared.

How did I end up married the moment I opened my eyes?

"103, 103! Has the world switched?" she mentally called out to the system.

103 quickly went online, checked the process, and then hesitated before saying, "No, we're still in this article."

Ni Qing couldn't sit still any longer and lifted her veil to go out.

"My lord! Please return to your sedan chair." The sedan chair bearers were still dressed in black, and the road ahead seemed to be obscured by a blurry black mist.

She was the only one acting strangely.

Her gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on the black-clad youth at the front: "Shen Zhaoshu!"

The young man in black robes slowly turned around, revealing a gentle yet chilling smile: "Ni Qing, you're awake?"

She rubbed her head before frowning and asking, "What's going on?" She was referring to the strange wedding dress.

Shen Zhaoshu tilted his head. "Don't worry, this is just an illusion leading to the Palace of Longing. There's no danger."

He glanced at Ni Qing from head to toe with an ambiguous tone, full of amazement: "Master really does look better in red."

"An illusion?" Ni Qing's lips twitched, and she couldn't help but ask, "An illusion just for me? Why are you all unaffected?" In her memory, the male protagonist seemed to have such an illusion that could cause people to die silently without them even realizing it.

Kill the enemies who intrude into the illusion without shedding blood.

When the female lead was kidnapped before, the immortals came to rescue her, but they all died tragically in the illusion, and in the end, no one could break the illusion.

Why is it like this when it's her turn?

His Highness the Crown Prince smiled and said, "Naturally, it's because I am the master of this illusion!"

Ni Qing: "..." Okay.

He stared intently at Ni Qing: "I've always wondered how stunning Master would look in red. Now that I see it, it far exceeds my expectations."

His expression suddenly became extremely serious, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Ni Qing, aren't you looking for a Daoist partner? What do you think of me?"

Ni Qing said with a blank face, "Not good at all! I would never date a demonic cultivator, especially since I am your master. What you are doing is against human ethics!"

Shen Zhaoshu felt wronged: "You just said you weren't my master, but now you are."

Unbeknownst to them, they had passed through the illusion and finally arrived at the Palace of Longing. He said no more, stepped forward lightly, offered his palm, and looked at Ni Qing, saying, "Come, Master."

Ni Qing had the illusion that she was getting married.

In the illusion, all living things were controlled by the master. Ni Qing felt herself uncontrollably placing her hand in the other's cold palm.

It was instantly held tightly in my hand.

She was led off the bridal sedan chair by the Demon Prince.

The Siqing Palace was built even more magnificently than the original Nianxie Palace, with a splendid and noble atmosphere. It was shrouded in black mist, creating a suffocating feeling.

As soon as she stepped into the Siqing Palace area, she reverted to her white attire.

She even regained control of her body, immediately pulling away.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked coldly.

"Naturally, it's because I really like my master!" He looked much the same as a year ago, except that this time his tone carried a hint of fondness for toys.

Yes, toys.

At least that's what Ni Qing thinks. The demon prince in front of her clearly doesn't understand love and romance. In the original story, Shen Zhaoshu was extremely cold-blooded.

Apart from the first cry at birth, he has never shown any obvious emotional fluctuations from birth to adulthood. He is neither sad nor happy. No matter how rich his facial expressions are or how affectionate his tone is, it still feels very unnatural.

He was indifferent to his parents' deaths, could kill his own subordinates who sought to survive, and showed no hatred even when bullied daily by the disciples of the immortal clan.

This is what makes the male protagonist in this world so terrifying.

He never said he liked or hated anyone, but now he easily confessed his feelings to Ni Qing.

"What kind of liking do you have?" Ni Qing asked.

The demon boy blinked gently and said obediently, "I like you because I want to be with Master forever."

"Who else do you like?" she asked tentatively.

"No more," he said softly. "I only love you."

He suddenly remembered something and looked blank: "It seems to be like Qi Ming's duel with Ye Lai?"

Ye Lai slapped Qi Mingjue, but he showed no resentment. Now that his master Ni Qing was about to kill him with her sword, he had no way to fight back.

Oh no, he's going to become mentally disabled too.

Ni Qing also showed a complicated expression: "Are you love-struck?"

Shen Zhaoshu asked with great interest, "What is this?"

The white-robed immortal said expressionlessly, "It's nothing, just a compliment."

The boy in black smiled and said, "Really? Then Master is also love-struck."

These ten short words concealed eight hundred hidden schemes.

Ni Qing: "..." It's really not easy to fool a male lead who encounters this kind of mess.

After circling back to the main point, he finally asked, "Would Master be willing to stay in the Demon Realm? The pills we refine can significantly improve cultivation speed."

A blood-red pill had appeared in his hand without his noticing. It looked rich in color and was entwined with countless wisps of black mist.

Ni Qing stared coldly at the pill, but his heart was filled with mad greed. Could this be the pill he gave to the female lead, Ye Lai?

"I don't want it." She refused with a heavy heart. "Shouldn't you demonic cultivators keep these evil practices yourselves?"

Shen Zhaoshu looked at her without saying a word. He was very tall and close by, and the oppressive feeling was ever-present. Suddenly, he reached out and pinched her chin.

This forced her lips to open slightly, and it was at this moment that Ni felt a round object being stuffed into her mouth.

Ni Qing coughed until her face turned red, "What kind of medicine is this?"

His clear, dark pupils reflected her delicate and beautiful features. Shen Zhaoshu chuckled and said casually, "The Hehuan Pill."

Well done!

Huh? No? What pill?

Ni Qing was shocked. Was this a legitimate elixir? This didn't seem to fit the high-class feel of the original plot! They were giving the female lead medicine to boost her cultivation, but instead they'd given her a love potion?

Seeing the white-robed immortal's face turn ashen with anger, Shen Zhaoshu raised her sword the next second, ready to slit her own throat.

His heart skipped a beat, and by the time he reacted, his hand was already firmly gripping the sword. The sharp, cold blade cut his palm, tearing his skin.

The boy's face seemed to turn pale as a result, and he forced himself to say, "It's not the Aphrodisiac Pill, it's the Symbiotic Pill."

Symbiotic pills? There was no description of this drug in the original plot.

Shen Zhaoshu's hands hung languidly at his sides, blood dripping continuously onto the ground, but he seemed to feel no pain, his eyelids lowered: "Symbiotic Pill, if you die, I will die too."