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

Chapter 229 The Infamous Young Lady 17

The supporting female character "Ni Qing" should have been finished before this, but now, due to a series of unexpected events, she is also forced to attend the banquet.

Although His Majesty currently holds considerable power, he is in reality a figurehead. The Grand General's Mansion wields military power and enjoys a far-reaching reputation; it's impossible to say that it poses no threat to him.

Therefore, he needs someone to assist him.

Arranged marriage became the best solution.

She snapped out of her daze and met Zhuzhu's eager, gossipy gaze.

Ni Qing: "..."

She didn't want to explain those irrelevant things, and although Zhuzhu was curious, she always followed the rules and didn't ask too many questions, just muttering to herself.

The setting sun grew increasingly dazzling, and the girl drifted into a daze. It was time to lie down.

"I understand. You can let me know the specific time later." She said indifferently, then turned and went back to her courtyard.

Bai Guanqing was unusually obedient this time. He dragged the body somewhere, and his movements were very efficient. He was already standing at the door before Ni Qing returned.

The young man glanced at her sideways, his expressionless gaze unreadable. The girl, however, wasn't surprised he was there; she turned and walked into the house without looking at him.

It seemed that to her, he was just an ordinary guard.

Bai Guanqing lowered his eyes, his pupils dark and indistinct.

The next second, he stepped inside.

"Stand outside, you smell too much like blood." The girl sat on the soft couch, her tone clearly showing disdain.

The young man in black paused for a moment, then brazenly walked in again.

Several wine jars were placed beside Ni Qing's bed, some opened and some unopened, scattered crookedly.

She slightly lifted her eyelids, saw the person who had arrived, and her eyes flashed with displeasure: "What do you mean by this? Disobeying orders?"

The young man in black stood tall and straight, his beautiful jawline slightly taut beneath the mask, his skin pale, and his pale pink lips nonchalantly composed.

For some reason, his rebellious streak grew stronger and stronger, and anyway, this so-called young lady couldn't do anything to him.

The girl's eyes were cold, but her face flushed red with anger at his indifference, creating an unexpected contrast.

After a moment, her expression faltered. Then she resumed her initial languid and casual demeanor, a slight smile playing on her lips, her clear black and white eyes filled with malice.

"Take off the mask." Her voice rose slightly, its meaning ambiguous.

Bai Guanqing, who had been drooping his eyelids, raised his eyes slightly in surprise upon hearing this, but remained silent and made no move.

Disobeying orders repeatedly is a serious offense.

Ni Qing showed no anger on her face at this moment. Her gaze shifted slightly downwards, and with a seductive smile, she lazily raised her slender fingers and gently touched his chest, slowly moving away.

"What? You've already seen him, why are you still wearing that thing? Have you considered what I said?" Her gaze returned to his masked face, meeting the young man's dark eyes.

His eyes held a mixture of infatuation and determination: "You have an exceptional appearance."

The system clicked its tongue in amazement: "Very good, very exciting."

She looks like a pervert who would follow people home.

She'd touched him enough; it was time to stop. She slowly straightened up, about to pull her hand back, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The opponent's strength was extraordinary, and Ni Qing felt pain deep in her bones.

Her face paled for a moment, the excruciating pain causing her to coldly meet his downcast gaze: "Insolence!!"

Bai Guanqing's pupils were extremely dark, making it even harder to discern his thoughts. He was unfathomable and enigmatic, and his years of teetering on the edge of life and death had unconsciously imbued him with a layer of ferocity.

Ni Qing showed no weakness, her gaze was icy, and she was not intimidated by his imposing presence.

I said... let go.