Quick Transmigration: The Villain Boss is a Bit Cute - Chapter 144

A frail young girl lay on the bed, her eyes tightly shut. Song Qimo immediately snapped, “Didn’t you say she was awake?”

Mu Chengxue frowned slightly but still bowed respectfully and replied, “Your Majesty, the princess was too exhausted and weak, so she fell asleep again. But don’t worry, she will wake up once she’s had enough rest.”

“You are Mu Chengxue, the daughter of the Mu family?”

“Yes.” Mu Chengxue raised her head fearlessly and met the emperor’s gaze.

The man appeared to be in his early twenties, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, standing out in the crowd. His features were sharp and well-defined, exuding an aura unique to an emperor. His deep eyes locked onto hers, revealing no discernible emotions.

He was younger and more handsome than she had expected.

Unfortunately, he was the emperor.

It was said that the imperial harem housed three thousand beauties, and even an iron rod could be ground into an embroidery needle. Wait, what was she thinking?

As Mu Chengxue studied Song Qimo, he was also studying her.

She was dressed in a light yellow scholar’s gown, with a two-finger-wide belt tied casually around her waist. Over it, she wore a white outer robe, giving her a fresh and elegant appearance. She wore no makeup, yet her face was naturally refined and ethereal.

Her clear eyes held neither fear nor flattery, only calmness.

Her delicate skin was like white jade, making one unconsciously want to touch its smoothness.

Her eyes, cold and profound, concealed her thoughts from others.

Song Qimo couldn’t help but think to himself—what a pure and otherworldly girl.

“A bright mirror in the hall laments white hair; morning like black silk, evening like snow. A fine name.”

Mu Chengxue remained composed.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Afterward, Song Qimo carefully inquired about the Ninth Princess.

Only after confirming there was no danger did he finally relax.

Mu Chengxue caught the subtle change in his expression and thought—she hadn’t expected this emperor to still have familial affection. That was rare. The resistance and negative feelings she instinctively had toward the emperor had faded significantly.

“It’s already noon. Miss Mu, join me for a meal.”

She had no right to refuse. Moreover, she had saved the Ninth Princess precisely to gain the emperor’s protection, so she had no reason to decline.

During the Meal

Mu Chengxue ate heartily, and Song Qimo found himself momentarily dazed.

The women around him always ate with extreme delicacy, maintaining perfect posture with every movement. As for their portions? Even a cat ate more than they did.

Now, seeing Mu Chengxue’s straightforward, unpretentious manner, he found himself developing a favorable impression of her. Without realizing it, he even ate an extra bowl of rice.

After the meal, Song Qimo suggested a post-lunch stroll in the imperial garden.

If Su Hua were here, she would surely sigh—indeed, the female lead is a different kind of firework in the male lead’s heart.

The Crown Prince’s Wedding?

Su Hua flipped through the original story and found that it was indeed mentioned. Because the Ninth Princess had made a fuss about visiting the Great Qian Kingdom, Song Qimo had brought the female lead along. Their relationship had deepened throughout the journey.

“Yes, Miss! It’s so lively outside! I heard the future Crown Princess is the Prime Minister’s daughter!”

Su Hua’s eyes lit up—the Crown Prince’s wedding means drama! The male lead getting cuckolded?

“When’s the wedding?”

“The eighth of next month, an auspicious day.”

Su Hua nodded in agreement—it was definitely a good day.

Late at Night—Su Hua & Wei Jue

As usual, every night, Su Hua teased Wei Jue before returning.

On the surface, Wei Jue didn’t seem particularly dangerous. But when Su Hua checked his blackening value, she found that despite all her teasing, it hadn’t decreased at all. She was frustrated.

That night, when she arrived at Wei Jue’s courtyard, she immediately smelled blood in the air. Alarmed, she jumped through the window.

“What happened?”

Inside, a shadow guard was holding a medicine box, attempting to treat Wei Jue’s wounds.

The guard shot Su Hua an unfriendly glare.

“This is your fault!”

“Han Feng…” Wei Jue’s voice was weak.

Su Hua’s expression remained unreadable, her eyes calm. But those who knew her well understood—her calmness meant she was furious.

“I’ll do it.”

Ignoring the shadow guard, Su Hua took the medicine box from him.

Wei Jue was seriously injured—there were arrow wounds and blade cuts, the worst being a gash from his shoulder down to his navel. His shoulder bone was exposed, and the surrounding flesh was torn and bleeding, soaking his clothes.

Su Hua opened the box, took out a large amount of gauze, and carefully stopped the bleeding. Her expression was serious and focused. Strands of her hair fell over her face, partially concealing her delicate features, making her look as though she were performing a sacred task.

Wei Jue turned his head and watched her.

Most of the time, she was playful and mischievous. Seeing her so quiet and concentrated felt unfamiliar.

He shifted slightly.

“Don’t move.”

Su Hua pressed him down. Her cool fingers, even through his clothes, sent a shiver down his body. Suddenly, he felt hot all over.

Su Hua didn’t notice his reaction. Once he stopped moving, she reached out to untie his belt.

Wei Jue grabbed her wrist.

“Hiss—” The movement pulled at his wounds, and he couldn’t help but groan.

Su Hua pushed his hand aside. “I told you not to move.”

Her tone allowed no room for refusal.

Strangely, Wei Jue obediently stayed still.

“I need to remove your clothes to treat your wounds properly.”

De’er asked in confusion, “Host, don’t you have healing pills? I remember you collected a lot of them in the fantasy realm.”

“Shut up! Of course, I know that.”

Even though she had many, not all of them were suitable. The people in a fantasy realm had stronger constitutions than the people here.

“…I was just trying to help.”

“With your brain, if you were in charge of missions, the villains would’ve gone dark enough to cause a universal explosion.”

Wei Jue’s body tensed as Su Hua’s fair hands skillfully untied his belt and peeled off his outer robe. Then, she took a pair of scissors and slowly cut away his remaining clothing, leaving his upper body completely bare.

As she moved the scissors downward, Wei Jue suddenly felt a tightness in his lower body.

He quickly spoke up, “There’s no injury down there.”

Su Hua didn’t push the issue, though she looked a little disappointed.

Seeing the severity of his wounds, she set aside her usual teasing. Carefully, she began tending to him.

The arrows had already been removed, and a high-quality wound medicine had been applied. Now, Su Hua meticulously cleaned the injuries again.

“If it’s too painful, you can bite my shoulder.”

At that moment, Wei Jue was half-leaning against the headboard, while Su Hua sat by his bedside, her head lowered near his chest. If he looked down, he could see her delicate profile and soft hair.

His eyes landed on her slender shoulder.

So thin—if he bit her, it might break.

Su Hua disinfected the wound with alcohol, then applied medicine and began wrapping it with gauze. Since the bandage had to go around his back, their posture made it seem as if they were embracing.

However, Su Hua didn’t take advantage of the situation.

Once she was done, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, then looked at Wei Jue and asked—

“What did that shadow guard mean earlier?”