Quick Transmigration: The Villain Boss is a Bit Cute - Chapter 148
Chapter 148
Su Hua, who was just a street away from the post station, had no idea that Song Qimo had already arrived next door.
After pondering for a while, the Prime Minister withdrew with his private soldiers.
The throne was important. He couldn’t make a move himself, but others could.
Just as everyone thought the Prime Minister had backed down, officials from the yamen arrived.
Everyone suddenly understood.
Su Hua had indeed injured someone, so the Prime Minister had simply reported it to the authorities.
This move was clever—I’d give it full marks.
Su Hua, holding an old physician by the arm, saw the seven men at the gate who claimed to be from the Capital Prefecture.
She calmly opened the door and brought the physician inside.
“Go straight in, and you’ll see the patient.”
The physician trembled as he entered. In his entire life, he had never met a woman so fierce, nor one who offered him so much silver.
After closing the gate, Su Hua crossed her arms, leaning lazily against the doorframe, and looked at them indifferently.
“Miss Qi, please come with us.”
Su Hua, showing little interest, replied flatly, “What if I refuse?”
Those watching from the shadows couldn’t help but admire her. Her presence was commanding, her actions bold, but she seemed to lack common sense.
“If Miss Qi refuses to cooperate, we won’t be polite,” the leader said.
With that, he raised his hand, and the six men behind him immediately drew their swords.
“All this back and forth, and it still comes down to a fight.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Hua charged forward. The leader, as if anticipating this, lowered his raised hand, and the six officers immediately moved to surround Su Hua, their swords pointed at her
Su Hua’s lips curled into a faint smile.
A bunch of trash. I don’t even need to draw my sword.
She casually dodged the nearest officer’s strike, wrapped an arm around his neck, and kicked his legs out from under him, forcing him to his knees. She then snatched his sword, stepped on his shoulder, and used it to block the attacks from the other five officers.
“Idiots.”
Playing along with you, and you actually think you’re something.
Su Hua leaped away, moving so quickly that even the leader couldn’t follow her movements.
One by one, the officers began to fall.
“You… you… you…”
The leader pointed at Su Hua, unable to form a coherent sentence.
The woman in red glanced at him coldly.
Her dark eyes, deep and icy, seemed to freeze his limbs, rendering him immobile.
In a nearby alley, a man asked another, “Did you see her movements just now?”
“Only a little.”
The man’s eyes flickered with a sharp glint, and then the two figures vanished into the shadows.
After the officers were driven off, the Capital Prefecture didn’t send anyone else. It was unclear what their plan was.
However, news of the day’s events had already spread to the ears of the major noble families.
Su Hua closed the gate tightly. By then, the old physician had finished taking the pulse and prescribing medicine.
“Qiu Yun, escort the physician out.”
“Yes,” Qiu Yun replied, picking up the physician’s medical kit.
“This way, please.”
When the room was finally empty, Su Hua sighed and left, sitting quietly in the adjacent room.
She couldn’t deny it—she had lost control today.
At the horse grounds, when she saw Wei Jue lying unconscious in a pool of blood, she had lost control.
She, who always prided herself on rationality and emotional restraint, had lost control.
Su Hua could no longer deceive herself.
This wasn’t just a game.
“Host, your feelings for Wei Jue and the others…” De’er, not being blocked, had naturally sensed Su Hua’s emotions.
“It’s just fondness, not love,” she said.
She never took emotions seriously.
“And now?”
Now…
Su Hua stood up.
She was willing to give this person—whoever he was—a chance.
But if he dared to betray her, she wouldn’t hesitate to strike him down.
“…” The host is terrifying. Better keep my tail tucked.
Now it felt like the host was the one being pursued.
The door to the room opened, and Su Hua, sensing the slightly irregular breathing from the bed, smiled.
“I know you’re awake.”
Wei Jue opened his eyes, embarrassed.
Bullying me because I don’t have martial skills, huh?
“…Thank you,” Wei Jue managed to say.
He hated everything about the capital of the Great Qian Kingdom, so he rarely went out.
Anywhere he went, it was likely he would be humiliated.
Like at the horse grounds.
This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. At first, Wei Jue had held onto some hope, hoping someone would save him. But as time went on, he quickly came to terms with reality.
Even his own father had sent him to his death without hesitation. How could he expect anyone else to help him?
Many women in the capital had professed their admiration for him because of his looks, but when he was humiliated, aside from a few soft words, none had ever offered any real help.
The first time he had been dragged around the horse grounds for over a dozen laps, the sun had been scorching. Wei Jue had almost thought he would die, but he had crawled back to the post station, one step at a time, and survived.
He could only rely on himself, trust only himself, and slowly plot his way forward—until she appeared.
Today, at the horse grounds, when she had come with her sword, she had no idea how beautiful she had seemed to him in that moment.
No one had dared to save him without hesitation—only her.
“What are you thanking me for? You’re mine.”
Wei Jue looked at her sharply, only to see her gaze soft but with a hint of possessiveness.
His intuition told him that she had changed. He couldn’t pinpoint how, but she had changed, and it made him inexplicably happy.
“Yes.”
If all the darkness he had endured was for her, then he felt that all the suffering had been worth it.
“As for the court officials, I—”
Su Hua cut him off.
“You don’t need to worry. I can handle it. Just focus on protecting yourself.”
Wei Jue didn’t say anything more, feeling a sense of comfort in being protected by her.
—
In another post station, just a street away.
“…Qi publicly attacked the Capital Prefecture’s officers. The Prefecture didn’t send anyone else, and I heard Minister Liu submitted a memorial to the Emperor.”
“Liu Zheng is a smart man,” Song Qimo said, rubbing his temples.
“Master, what should we do now?”
Song Qimo smiled darkly.
“When the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman profits.”
Qi’s bold and reckless actions, even cutting off the arm of the Prime Minister’s son, meant that even if the Prime Minister didn’t act openly today, he would surely move against her in secret.
Tonight would not be a peaceful night.
—
As night fell, at the Qi residence.
Su Hua was holding a bowl of chicken porridge, preparing to feed Wei Jue.
“Uh, I can do it myself.”
Su Hua glanced at Wei Jue, who felt a chill run down his spine. Just as he was about to give in, she handed him the bowl.
Wei Jue breathed a sigh of relief, took the porridge, and slowly ate it, finishing two bowls in a row.
“This porridge is delicious.”
“Of course, I made it!” Su Hua emphasized.
“You can cook?” Wei Jue was surprised. With her delicate, untouched-by-labor appearance, he couldn’t imagine her cooking.
Su Hua snorted.
“I’m a fairy. Is there anything I can’t do?”
Wei Jue pondered silently.
Are fairies supposed to be skilled in both literature and martial arts, able to cook and kill with equal ease?
