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

Chapter 140 The Vicious Dancer in a Transmigration Novel 10

Zhong Linjian's expression turned slightly somber, and after a long while, he slowly asked, "What does His Majesty want with you?" He couldn't think of any reason why the old emperor would seek out a dancer.

The young woman stood in the center of the hall and said with ease, "Just some small things, like asking how I'm doing and whether the general treats me well."

"Anything else?" He raised his eyebrows, his expression unreadable. Why bother taking someone away secretly for such a trivial matter?

And

Why would an emperor let someone else have the spoils he's already got? It's nothing more than someone stirring things up behind the scenes; he couldn't be bothered to investigate further, but…

He looked at the smiling girl, with bright eyes and white teeth, slender arms, and a glimpse of her fair waist. Her golden curly hair wasn't styled with a hairpin, giving her an air of languid ease and casualness.

Even the daughters of wealthy and powerful families in the country, no matter how gorgeously they dress, will still show a humble and fawning expression when they see those in high positions of power. But she is different; in her eyes, everyone seems to be equal.

That's what's strange about this person; none of the dancers who were with him had the same expression.

"And..." She seemed to ponder for a moment before feigning ignorance and asking, "Does the general have a military tally here?"

You can't blame her for being so blunt, after all, her lines are exactly the same as in the original plot. Next, Zhong Linjian will get angry and think that she is sowing discord, and then she will be locked in the woodshed to fend for herself.

"I've wronged you, my darling." System 103 wiped away its electronic tears of bitterness.

Ni Qing retorted inwardly, expressionless, "What grievance? I'm just trying to sow discord."

103: "..."

Zhong Linjian's expression tightened, and he straightened his posture slightly: "The military tally? Why are you asking about that? Did His Majesty give you that?"

The girl tilted her head, feigning ignorance: "What? What is a military tally? Can't I ask? We don't have such a thing among our alien races. What can it be used for?"

The man remained indifferent and silent. While others might have been annoyed by the questioning of their loyalty, he was unconcerned.

He was like a machine to fulfill the family's mission, assisting whoever ascended the throne, and returning the emperor's favor without hesitation if the emperor asked for it.

The late emperor bestowed the military tally upon them to ensure their utmost loyalty in protecting the country, which also reflected his trust in the General's Mansion. If this tally is revoked, his mission will be over.

The old emperor's actions were undoubtedly intended to kill two birds with one stone: to secretly take away the military tally.

He pretended to be unaware, betting that Zhong Linjian wouldn't dare to reveal that the military tally had been lost, so he could continue to enjoy his power with a clear conscience.

Zhong Linjian collected his thoughts. Yes, he was getting senile, and it was understandable that he had lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong. This was Bai Zhiwei…

They've been doing a lot of dirty tricks behind the scenes, but this time they dared to do it openly right in front of him.

They were utterly oblivious to their own mortality.

Once all the evidence is gathered, he will surely kill him himself.

"Alright, you can go now." He said calmly. As soon as he finished speaking, the girl looked over, slightly bewildered, seemingly quite surprised. He was no longer surprised, after all, she had the same expression when she took the initiative to kiss him that night.

It made it seem like he had forcibly kissed her.

Zhong Linjian thought casually, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at her luscious lips, and the scene in his mind replayed.

Seeing that Ni Qing hadn't moved, he lifted his eyelids again: "What? Reluctant to leave?"

How can it be?

The woodshed, which she had anticipated, was gone. Since there was no plot progression for her, she decided to slip away as fast as she could.

As I turned around, I heard the person speak again: "Wait."

The girl paused, but didn't turn around. The footsteps behind her grew closer, strolling gracefully and casually. She felt inexplicably nervous.

This feeling is really similar to being slowly sliced ​​to death, because it's beyond your control.

The man was tall and slender, and his smooth muscle lines could be faintly seen even through the thin fabric.

Ni Qing turned around abruptly, and Zhong Linjian was already in front of her.

"how--"

Her question abruptly ended.

The other person had practiced martial arts since childhood, and their fingertips were somewhat rough. They felt a bit rough against her fair and delicate chin, so she couldn't help but frown.

Suddenly, her lips were bitten again, gently pressed and rubbed, her every move a tenderness and care that she was trying her best to suppress.

She subconsciously took a step back, but it was as if she had touched a nerve, as the other person suddenly pushed her towards the pillar, and then carefully used the back of her hand to cushion the impact the second before she hit it.

It's as if the disguise has been completely torn away, leaving only suppressed obsession and possessiveness.

She was pinned against a pillar and kissed.

It came suddenly and without warning.

Zhong Linjian lowered his eyes and kissed him fiercely.

Ni Qing felt that if she kissed her again, her lips would get chapped.

Perhaps sensing her thoughts, he slowly moved his lips away, then gently whispered in her ear, his tone ambiguous: "So, you agreed to His Majesty's request to steal the military tally?"

The girl's lips grew even redder, her eyes slightly unfocused, the words whispered in her ear like a seductive spell. Once she had calmed down a bit, she casually raised her eyes, looking directly at him with a smile in them.

"Born a general, die a general."

The general's previously fierce and jealous gaze froze instantly. He stared blankly at her, the calmness in his eyes vanishing, replaced by a childlike bewilderment and helplessness.

He tried to find traces of lying in her eyes.

But she was so dazzling that you would be captivated if you looked at her for even a second longer.

Even in that instant, his hard-won frozen heart began to waver, and Zhong Linjian subconsciously asked a somewhat childish question: "Really?"

Ni Qing was slightly taken aback, not expecting that the other party would be moved by her mere joke.

"I want to ask, Zhong Linjian is 20 years old, why is there no trace of her father or mother at home?" she asked silently in her heart.

This is the male lead's personal information, which she can't see, but she can see the general plot. His parents weren't mentioned in the original story, and of course, previous hosts probably wouldn't want to waste time asking about such trivial matters.

103 paused for a moment: "Died on the battlefield."

The girl's eyes flashed.

This time, she didn't need to ask any more questions; it continued, "You don't need to delve into it. For a general who has fought bloody battles year after year, this is both destiny and honor."

"He grew up in the general's mansion from a young age. His father was away on campaigns all year round, while his mother stayed at home to take care of the children."

One day, the monthly letters home stopped. His mother couldn't bear the loss and decided to go find her husband herself. But she disappeared without a trace.

The young general was eight years old at the time and was eventually raised by servants.

103 said with a forced smile, "So, don't make promises you can't keep."

Ni Qing's prolonged reverie made Zhong Linjian's heart leap into his throat again. His hand, lingering on her chin, tightened its grip as he stubbornly asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

Even if the person is highly suspicious, or it might just be a casual remark, he still cares about it for some reason.

The girl gradually lost her usual smile and looked at him seriously: "Really?"

If given the chance, she would be with him, little general.