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

Chapter 232 The Infamous Young Lady 20

If they look a little better, they'll take advantage of you.

Ni Qing's face darkened, and she raised her foot to kick him hard in the abdomen. The other man did not dodge and took the kick squarely.

How did she become the passive party?

"Get out!" she said through gritted teeth.

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Because of Bai Guanqing's harassment, she was so angry that she didn't sleep well all night. The next day, as dawn broke, a thin layer of dew covered the entire courtyard, and the tender green buds sprouted even more beautifully.

Zhuzhu, dressed in a light blue cloth robe, almost blending into the morning light, knocked rhythmically on the door while carrying a small rabbit lantern: "Young Miss, it's time to get up."

Ni Qing, who was just about to fall asleep: "..."

"I need to get up later. Isn't the time to enter the palace supposed to be 9 AM? It's only 3 AM now, sister!"

Ni Qing rolled over and muttered in a sullen voice, utterly dejected.

Zhu Zhu, who was usually very accommodating to her, was unusually serious and stubborn this time: "No, Miss. It's been a long time since I've been to the palace. The concubine's daughters in the front courtyard have been getting ready for an hour long. You can't let them outdo you."

In her other hand, she was holding a new silk dress that she had recently ordered from a fabric shop.

Ni Qing was speechless and could only reluctantly get up, open the door, and let the excited little girl in.

For Zhuzhu, a commoner from an ordinary family, the palace was a source of longing and aspiration.

Some people never get to visit the palace even once in their entire lives.

Zhuzhu picked up the candle and relit the lamp wick in the room.

She looked radiant as she neatly arranged the fabric in her hands: "Miss, which color would you like?"

Ni Qing glanced at it with half-open eyes: red... blue... yellow, and the least conspicuous white.

Clearly, Zhuzhu didn't want her to wear something so plain on such an important day, so she kept pulling the white fabric down over her skirt.

The girl smiled and picked out the white one, seemingly oblivious to the slight disappointment on Zhuzhu's face.

"Young Miss, you usually dress so plainly, why are you dressed so simply today?" Zhuzhu was somewhat unwilling, her eyes fixed on the red dress.

With the natural beauty of their young lady, all she needs is a little rouge and powder, and brightly colored clothes, and she can easily outshine everyone in the front yard.

"I'm just going to make up the numbers today, why make such a big deal out of it?" Ni Qing slowly moved to the dressing table, looked at her slightly tired face in the bronze mirror, and yawned deeply.

Zhuzhu sighed and went forward to start dressing her up. It took half an hour to get her dressed.

Ni Qing leaned lazily against the dressing table, her fair skin smooth with no visible pores. Her eyebrows were meticulously drawn, adding a touch of softness, and her lipstick was the most fashionable color at the moment.

She had jet-black hair and snow-white skin, an exceptionally gentle demeanor, and a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips, yet her every gesture carried an air of noble aloofness.

With Zhuzhu's help, he stood up.

“Miss, you have such a good foundation,” Zhuzhu said with envy. “Let’s go to the front yard. Madam, Master, and the other young masters and ladies are already waiting there. We mustn’t keep them waiting.”

It's all so elaborate, it's like a blind date.

Ni Qing nodded slightly, her slender figure straightened, and she walked towards the front yard of the mansion.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the green tiles and red eaves finally came into view.

"That brat! She's so late for such an important moment! She's showing no respect for the Emperor!"

Ni Qing paused, and before she even arrived, a huge hat was placed on her head.

Gu Caiyun, that crazy woman...

The other ladies chimed in.

"Don't you know what kind of person Ni Qing is? She can never distinguish between what's important and what's urgent, which is understandable."

"But on such a special day, she should not have been late. It would be disrespectful for so many people to wait for her alone."

"Alright! You two shut up! Talking so early in the morning! What kind of talk would it be if outsiders heard us from the doorway!"

The last sentence was shouted out by a man with a strong voice; it must have been the original owner's irresponsible father.

Ni Qing remained silent and stepped across the threshold without changing her expression.

The noise inside the room stopped abruptly.

They only dared to gossip behind her back, after all, Ni Qing was not someone to be trifled with; she had a violent temper and was even more ruthless than a man.

One winter day, a concubine's daughter spoke arrogantly to her, repeatedly mentioning which men she had been having affairs with, showing no shame whatsoever.

The original owner kicked her into the lotus pond. At the time, there was a thin layer of ice on the river, but fortunately, the lotus flowers were in bloom in summer, so there was nothing to hide behind. The servants easily pulled her out.

Although she didn't lose her life, she developed a high fever, which made her delirious and incoherent. Whenever she saw Ni Qing from afar, she would scream "bad woman" and run away.

From then on, no one dared to gossip about the young lady to her face.

Being sarcastic or sharp-tongued is human nature.

Ni Qing was too lazy to bother with them, and only glanced at her father, whom she had never met before, with a slight scrutiny.

Seated in the main hall was a dignified middle-aged man dressed in a dark purple robe. He had a thick stubble on his chin, droopy eyelids, and extremely prominent crow's feet.

He stared coldly at the girl who had just entered, his face dark and displeased: "I've been waiting for you alone."

Ni Qing smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Father Ni: "..."

He glanced at the beautiful young woman with a mixture of surprise and doubt. It seemed that his eldest daughter had become much more shameless after not seeing her for several days.

Gu Caiyun and the original owner's father were dressed in the same color scheme, exuding elegance and nobility. Exquisite hairpins were inserted into her thick hair, and her thin lips were pursed with bright red lipstick.

The other younger siblings were also dressed up in their finest clothes, in vibrant colors...

Ni Qing, on the contrary, is a breath of fresh air among them.

"Alright! It will take some time to get to the palace, let's set off." Father Ni said with a strong voice. As soon as he shouted, the others immediately got to work, and the journey was filled with laughter and joy.

They are divided into the first tier and the second and third tiers, ranked according to their status. The first tier consists of the head of the family and his wife.

They boarded the carriage first, followed by the young ladies and gentlemen. As the eldest daughter, Ni Qing had the right to board first, no matter how bad her reputation was.

The other young ladies and gentlemen huddled together, none of them willing or daring to get into Ni Qing's carriage. It wasn't so much that they were unwilling, but rather that they were afraid.

The General's Mansion will definitely have everyone present at this hunting party.

Ni Qing pondered for a moment, then whispered in Zhu Zhu's ear: "Find the guards we stole and bring them along."

How could the male lead not be present in such a situation?

This is a typical minor love triangle scene in the story, because the female lead gets jealous after being chosen by the other party.

Zhu Zhu outwardly agreed, but inwardly she wanted to cry but couldn't. That young bodyguard was elusive, only seen every few days; where was she supposed to find him?

This will take up a lot of time.

She hurriedly ran to the backyard, looking around. Perhaps it was divine intervention, but she found the other person in no time.

"Young master, my young lady is calling for you." She craned her neck with difficulty, her tone hesitant.

Why are you tilting your head back?

Because he was sleeping in the tree.

The young man leaned lazily against a branch, casually propping his head up. He wore a mask, yet still exuded a certain indifference. His figure was aloof, and upon hearing this, he merely lifted his eyelids slightly.

Zhuzhu was afraid she wouldn't be able to wake him.