Quick Transmigration: The Villain Boss is a Bit Cute - Chapter 147

Chapter 147

The woman in red arrived carrying a sword, her stunning face calm and unruffled, but only Ding Qiping, who stood before her, could sense the almost tangible killing intent radiating from her.

“Quick, protect me! Protect me!” Ding Qizheng’s voice had risen to a shrill pitch out of fear.

Su Hua curled her lips into a smile and swung her sword down without hesitation. Overwhelmed by terror, Ding Qizheng could only watch as the red blade descended toward him, his feet seemingly nailed to the ground, unable to move.

“Clang!”

The sound of sword meeting sword rang out.

A man in black had stepped in front of Ding Qizheng, his own sword raised to block the strike. But in the next moment, the black-clad man was forced back over a dozen steps, blood spilling from his mouth.

The man looked up at Su Hua in shock. He hadn’t even been able to withstand a single move.

Ding Qizheng, seeing the black-clad man, immediately shouted, “Kill her! Kill her!”

At this moment, Ding Qizheng no longer cared about her beauty. When that sword had descended, he had felt death looming over him.

Though the black-clad man felt as though his chest was about to shatter, he still raised his sword and charged forward. Su Hua’s eyes remained calm, and with a casual block, the man was sent flying by the force of her sword’s energy, collapsing to the ground. His eyes closed, and it was unclear whether he had fainted or died.

Ding Qizheng stared at Su Hua, his eyes filled with deep fear as he stumbled backward. “Who… who are you?”

“Ah!”

The last thing Ding Qizheng saw before he fainted was the woman’s chilling smile.

The others who had been caught up in the chaos were stunned by what they had witnessed. 

On the vast yellow earth, the woman in red stood with her sword, her expression serene, a slight curve to her lips, as if she hadn’t just severed someone’s arm.

Su Hua moved slightly, her gaze meeting the eyes of the crowd.

“Ah!” 

Finally, someone screamed, and then everyone began to shout, scrambling over each other to flee toward the exit.

In everyone’s mind, there was only one thought: She is a devil.

Su Hua sheathed her sword and walked slowly toward the figure lying not far from Ding Qizheng. A large pool of blood had already formed around him, his injuries severe.

She crouched in front of him, and Wei Jue slowly opened his eyes. His cracked lips struggled to form a faint smile, his voice as soft as a mosquito’s. If Su Hua hadn’t been able to read lips, she wouldn’t have known what he was saying.

“You came,” he said.

Before Su Hua could respond, his eyes closed again.

Su Hua clenched her fists, remaining motionless as she stared at the man before her.

“Host, if you don’t save him soon, he’ll freeze to death.”

Snow had begun to fall once more, though no one had noticed when it started.

Finally, Su Hua moved. She gently brushed the fine snow from his face, lifted him into her arms, and with a few leaps, disappeared from the horse grounds.

The blood was gradually covered by the falling snow, and aside from the two bodies and the severed arm lying on the ground, it was as if nothing had happened.

Not long after, a large group of guards arrived at the horse grounds. The two bodies and the arm were carried away.

The horse grounds fell into complete silence.

—

At the Qi residence, the gates were tightly shut.

Solemn guards surrounded the estate in three layers, sparking whispers among the onlookers, though no one dared to step forward. Only when they were far enough away did they dare to murmur among themselves.

Inside, Su Hua carefully cleaned Wei Jue’s body and dressed him in fresh clothes.

Qiuyun’s eyes were red as she ran back and forth, carrying basins of hot water and bloodied water.

Xing Yi diligently chopped firewood and drew water from the well, while the silver charcoal in the room burned continuously.

Though the Qi residence was large, Su Hua had always kept only the two of them by her side.

Wei Jue’s old wounds had completely reopened, and the blood that had seeped out had now hardened over the injuries. Su Hua fed him a pill before she began to carefully clean his wounds.

After tending to the wounds on his body, she applied medicine to his arm and leg, then gently wiped his face.

Perhaps it hurt, because even in his sleep, his brow remained tightly furrowed.

By the time Su Hua finished applying the medicine, half an hour had passed.

“Host, what’s wrong with you?” De’er asked. 

Back at the horse grounds, it had clearly sensed a powerful emotional surge from its host. 

For a moment, it had almost thought its host was about to blacken.

Su Hua didn’t answer. She walked out of the room, where Xing Yi stood guard at the door.

“Master, there are many guards outside. We can’t call for a doctor,” Xing Yi reported.

Xing Yi didn’t know what his master had done, but his duty was to stand by her side unconditionally.

Su Hua frowned and said to Xing Yi, “Watch over him.”

“Yes,” Xing Yi replied respectfully, though in his heart, he couldn’t help but feel that the Fifth Prince might become his future master.

Just as the leader of the guards outside was approaching, the gates of the Qi residence opened.

The Prime Minister’s eyes immediately fell on the stunning woman in red. 

“You witch! You’re the one who injured my son?” he roared.

He had just arrived, and the doctor had told him that his son’s arm was beyond repair. It could be reattached, but it would be useless—only for appearance’s sake.

“It was me,” Su Hua replied calmly.

The Prime Minister grew even angrier. His son had lost an arm, and this witch was still so composed. 

“Then why don’t you kneel and apologize?”

“Ha.”

The Prime Minister’s furious words were met with nothing but a mocking laugh.

“If you want to fight, then fight. Why waste words?”

“You—”

The Emperor was aging, and the struggle for succession in the Great Qian Kingdom was becoming increasingly apparent. The Ding family, having allied with the Crown Prince through marriage, naturally stood on the Crown Prince’s side. But now, with tensions high, even the slightest misstep could have far-reaching consequences.

In the heart of the capital, if he were to make a move, he would surely be impeached. More importantly, he wasn’t in the right.

Although Song Jue was a hostage, he was still a prince of the Great Liang Kingdom.

Moreover, this woman’s martial skills were extraordinary. His private guards hadn’t been able to withstand a single move from her. Though he had many men now, their skills were far inferior to those of his private guards.

The Prime Minister stood there, lost in thought.

—

Meanwhile, at the city gates of the capital.

Two luxurious carriages, one following the other, made their way into the city, their grandeur drawing the attention of onlookers.

In the second carriage sat two women.

One was dressed in white, serene and composed, while the other wore pink, her eyes round and lively, exuding a playful charm.

The pink-clad woman lifted the curtain and exclaimed excitedly, “Sister Xue, is this the capital of the Great Qian Kingdom?”

The woman in white, Mu Chengxue, smiled and replied, “Yes.”

“It looks rather ordinary, not as prosperous as our Great Liang Kingdom.”

“Xin’er, you mustn’t say such things. If someone overhears, it could be trouble.”

The Ninth Princess, Song Xinyi, nodded. 

“I understand, Sister Xue. I’ll listen to you.”

Mu Chengxue gently patted Song Xinyi’s head and whispered, “Though the Great Qian Kingdom may not be as wealthy as ours, their military strength is formidable.”

Song Xinyi nodded, though she only half-understood.

Soon, the carriages passed through the city gates and continued on their way.

Once the carriages had passed, the commoners began to chatter.

“I heard the Emperor of the Great Liang Kingdom has come in person.”

“Are you still talking about the Great Liang Emperor? Something’s happened at the Qi residence.”

“What happened? I just returned from outside the city.”

“I heard that someone named Qi or something cut off the arm of the Prime Minister’s son. Now the Qi residence is completely surrounded.”

Inside one of the carriages, a cold-faced man who had been meditating suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam in his gaze.