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

Chapter 148 The Vicious Dancer in a Transmigration Novel 18

The old emperor was extremely anxious and didn't bother with his daughter. He looked at Bai Zhiwei calmly and said, "Since that's the case, why don't you hand over the military tally to me, my dear minister?"

For some reason, he had a bad feeling about it.

As expected, Prime Minister Bai fell into deep thought, and all eyes turned to him, as if watching to see what he would do. Logically, they hoped things wouldn't develop as they had anticipated, but they also didn't want the old emperor to obtain the military tally.

Bai Zhiwei appeared calm and collected, but secretly his fingers clenched into a fist, turning white with force. Under the watchful eyes of the public, he only had two choices: rebel or risk losing popular support.

The second option was to honestly return the military tally and continue looking for other opportunities. However, he waited for several years before finally seizing a loophole, and he really didn't want to give up.

The old emperor, still smiling, urged, "What is it, Prime Minister Bai?"

The gazes of the crowd seemed to materialize, pressing down on him and making it hard to breathe. His two choices began to waver. Finally, he slowly raised his hand, preparing to return the item, when he inadvertently caught sight of Zhong Linjian's indifferent gaze.

The other party remained indifferent, even in such an embarrassing situation, he could still eat his food slowly and deliberately, his cold gaze looking at him with disdain.

His half-raised hand suddenly paused, and then he withdrew it.

The old emperor and his ministers' expressions also turned cold, and they sternly rebuked, "Bai Zhiwei, do you dare to disobey the imperial decree?"

Suddenly, the other party threw his head back and laughed wildly, saying viciously, "I dare! You old bastard, you are unworthy of your position, what right do you have to stay on the throne?"

He glanced at everyone casually: "That's right, I had Ni Qing give me this military tally. How is it, General? How does it feel to be betrayed? As long as you are willing to abandon the darkness and embrace the light, I will give you the opportunity to assist me."

Now Ni Qing has completely become a member of the rebels.

She calmly gripped the dagger hidden in her sleeve, and just as she was about to stand up, the man beside her suddenly reached out and touched the spot where the cold weapon was.

Zhong Linjian paused, looked over expressionlessly, and asked in a flat tone, "What? You really intend to join?"

Of course not, Ni Qing was just putting on an act.

Seeing his little tricks, Bai Zhiwei became even more smug: "As long as you help me ascend the throne, I will grant you a place in history." As he spoke, the old emperor almost fainted from anger.

Countless guards drew their swords, pointing them menacingly at Bai Zhiwei, ready to execute him on the spot at any moment. The enemy was not unprepared; soon, the sound of blood splattering echoed from among the guards.

They were killing each other, and it was impossible to tell who was on whose side. The ministers trembled with fear, finally believing that the usually mild-mannered Prime Minister Bai had truly rebelled.

They were all civil officials and could not stop it; for now, they could only rely on Zhong Linjian.

Zhu Yunxi frowned and shouted, "General Zhong, why aren't you protecting the emperor? Are you also going to rebel?"

Zhong Linjian lifted his eyelids, completely ignoring her. His gaze was fixed intently on Ni Qing as he asked, "What did you originally intend to do?"

Just as the conflict was about to erupt, a massive army of imperial guards arrived, clad in gleaming armor, wielding sharp swords, their expressions solemn and dignified, marching forward in orderly formation.

It was both imposing and quite awe-inspiring.

This formidable army was exactly what the military tally could command. Bai Zhiwei didn't understand why the Imperial Guards were here, but now that he possessed the military tally, their arrival would only be a great boost.

Despair gripped everyone. It was all over. The Imperial Guards only obeyed the orders of those with military tallies. Today, it seemed the dynasty was truly about to change.

Zhong Linjian took a sip of wine and said indifferently, "Take down Bai Zhiwei."

"Yes!"

The Imperial Guards responded in unison, ready to fight at any moment.

The other side was dumbfounded. They hurriedly raised the military tally, their tone urgent: "What are you doing? The military tally is with me! How dare you disobey me?"

"Bai Zhiwei," came the soft voice of the girl. Ni Qing looked at him with a smile, but then cruelly told him the truth: "Your military token is fake."

The man stood there stunned for a long time before he completely went mad: "You despicable woman! How dare you lie to me! Isn't your goal to kill the emperor? Zhong Linjian, don't be fooled by her."

He had started rambling incoherently, and all the wonderful things he had just imagined vanished like bubbles, making him seem utterly ridiculous, like a clown.

Just as the Imperial Guard reached out, he suddenly drew his sword, took advantage of the surprise, and dodged behind Ni Qing, grabbing her waist and quickly retreating.

No one expected this.

Zhong Linjian's expression was gloomy, and his violent and gloomy aura was brewing like a storm. His aura was cold and piercing, keeping people at a distance.

He hadn't expected that Bai Zhiwei would still make a futile struggle at this point. The Imperial Guards didn't care about hostages; they raised their swords to stab him.

Bai Zhiwei pressed his sword against her throat, his eyes bloodshot: "I don't care about Zhong Linjian! If you kill me, I'll take her with me."

In an instant, blood began to seep from the girl's slender neck, and a strand of her golden curly hair was severed by the sharp blade, revealing its razor-sharpness.

Zhong Linjian's gaze was deep, and he spoke at the last moment: "Stop."

The Imperial Guards obediently stopped.

Seeing that his gamble had paid off, Bai Zhiwei became even more arrogant: "As expected, she is your weakness. Now move aside, or I'll kill her!"

After he finished speaking, his eyes darted around, a wicked glint in them: "How about this, you throw me the military tally, and I'll release her. If you don't, I'll take her down with me right now."

Ni Qing felt inexplicably familiar with this question, especially like some kind of brainless plot: Ah, who do you choose, the female supporting character or the white moonlight! You'll die if you don't choose either.

In the end, the male protagonist chose his white moonlight without hesitation.

She was a little worried about her luck as the female supporting character, after all, she really couldn't see how much Zhong Linjian loved her and was willing to give up his military seal to save her life.

Of course, she was only nervous; her true identity was that of an assassin.

Zhong Linjian stared at him silently, drawing everyone's attention.

The old emperor slammed his fist on the table in anguish: "General Zhong, you mustn't be foolish! I was misled by slanderous words and ended up in this predicament. She was just a woman; she's dead, so be it. Seize her at once!"

The ministers were really unwilling to believe that General Zhong would give up the military tally, and they were all extremely calm and composed.

However, at this moment, Zhong Linjian spoke up. He looked at Ni Qing with an unfathomable look in his eyes: "I am willing to give you the military tally. You release her."

As he spoke, he moved closer, the military tally in his hand particularly conspicuous.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, all expressing their disapproval. Bai Zhiwei narrowed his eyes: "Stop! Don't come any closer, throw the military tally over here!"

The general did as instructed without hesitation, as if it were a trivial matter. The noble military tally drew a graceful arc, about to fall into Bai Zhiwei's hands.

He couldn't help but lower his guard. The girl lowered her eyelashes, and a dagger suddenly appeared from her sleeve. Without saying a word, she deflected the longsword, and the tip of the dagger pierced Bai Zhiwei's wrist.

He nimbly took the military tally and retreated unscathed.

The air was thick with the stench of blood.