Quick Transmigration: The Villain Boss is a Bit Cute - Chapter 150
Chapter 150
The black-clad assassins, who had originally come to kill, ended up not killing many people. Instead, they were ordered by Su Hua to diligently clean the courtyard.
They were top-tier experts, the best of the best!
And yet, they were made to clean the courtyard!
What a waste of talent!
The assassins were screaming internally, but they showed no emotion on their faces, silently tidying up the courtyard.
At least this master had given them something to do.
As professional killers who were used to taking lives, they efficiently cleaned Su Hua’s courtyard within half an hour, only for it to be quickly covered again by falling snow.
Once the cleaning was done, they noticed that the red-clad figure was no longer at the entrance.
The doors and windows were tightly shut, as if to shoo them away.
The leader of the black-clad assassins called out from outside, then led his men away.
As they left, one of them carried a corpse on his back.
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Prince Jing’s Residence.
“Your Highness, Physician Lou has arrived.”
Upon hearing this, Prince Jing put down the secret report in his hand and walked out of the inner chamber.
In the outer room, Lou Yin, dressed in white, sat gracefully on a rosewood chair, sipping tea with an air of elegance.
“How is it?”
Prince Jing sat down across from Lou Yin.
Lou Yin took a slow sip of hot tea before setting the cup down.
His cool voice broke the silence, “We still can’t identify the poison, but one thing is certain: it’s a completely new type of toxin. Once it enters the bloodstream, death is instantaneous.”
“This poison is even more potent than ‘Red Crane’s Crown.'”
Lou Yin nodded.
“I heard that all the arrows shot by the archer fell outside.”
“If it wasn’t the release of internal energy, then she must have some kind of treasure,” Prince Jing mused.
“But I lean toward the latter. It’s impossible for someone to continuously release internal energy during a duel and still maintain such control.”
“Her device resembles the ‘firearm’ described in ancient texts.”
A sly smile curled on Prince Jing’s lips as his dark eyes gazed into the night, filled with determination and intrigue.
“This is extremely fascinating. I have a feeling that if I can secure her assistance, I’ll have a ninety percent chance of claiming the throne.”
“Don’t forget, she was protecting someone today.”
Prince Jing was momentarily taken aback, then frowned in annoyance.
“What a troublesome person.”
“Based on my limited understanding of her, it’s best you don’t touch Song Jue. Otherwise…”
Prince Jing remained silent.
He knew Lou Yin was right.
As much as he wanted to kill that person and take their place, Qi’s unpredictable nature meant that he might be the next to die.
Lou Yin stood up and headed for the door.
“I won’t keep you any longer. I’m quite interested in that poison.”
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The Prime Minister’s Residence.
The surviving black-clad assassins reported the events of the night’s assassination attempt in detail.
Compared to the information Prince Jing had received, these assassins had one crucial additional piece of information.
“You’re saying there was an invisible wall that you couldn’t penetrate?”
The assassin nodded.
“Yes. There was a circle on the ground, faintly glowing with white light. No matter what we tried—arrows, blades, or even our own bodies—we couldn’t break through it.”
“This woman is truly bizarre,” the Prime Minister muttered.
“I heard she escaped from the palace of the Liang Kingdom?”
With so many people failing to capture her, the Prime Minister decided to use someone else to do the job.
“Yes, the Emperor of Song has also been searching for her whereabouts.”
“Then let’s do him a favor and pass the information along.”
“Yes.”
After the assassin left, the Prime Minister’s eyes burned with anger and resentment.
His own son had his arm severed by this woman.
If she wasn’t dealt with, how could he ever hold his head high again?
Qi must die!
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The Next Morning.
Song Qimo received the news the following morning.
After breakfast, Song Qimo brought the Ninth Princess and Mu Chengxue into the palace.
Tomorrow was the Crown Prince’s wedding day.
The Emperor of the Great Qian Kingdom was elderly and plagued by illness.
Rumors had recently begun to circulate that the Emperor was on his last legs, and the Crown Prince had started handling state affairs.
At the same time, the court was rife with tension as the two most powerful and capable princes—the Crown Prince and Prince Jing—began their struggle for the throne.
The Crown Prince, who had met them the day before, came out to receive them.
After some conversation, Song Qimo finally met the Emperor of the Great Qian Kingdom.
As expected, the Emperor was bedridden and frail.
After exchanging a few words, he drifted back into a drowsy sleep.
The Crown Prince was tall and wore a purple robe embroidered with golden patterns.
His sleeves were adorned with golden clouds, and a red jade belt hung at his waist, fastened with a white jade pendant.
His black hair was tied up with a gold crown, exuding an air of nobility and gentleness.
“Emperor Song, my father is unwell and cannot properly receive you. Please forgive him.”
“Your Highness is too kind,” Song Qimo replied, sitting on the main seat alongside the Crown Prince.
To the left sat the Ninth Princess, her eyes darting around with curiosity, and below her sat Mu Chengxue, calm and composed.
“Tomorrow is Your Highness’s wedding day. I congratulate you in advance and wish you and the Crown Princess a lifetime of happiness and many children.”
The Crown Prince cupped his hands and smiled warmly.
“Thank you for your kind words, Emperor Song.”
As he spoke, the Crown Prince glanced at the two women below.
Song Qimo introduced them, “This is my ninth sister, and her personal physician, Miss Mu Chengxue.”
“So this is the Ninth Princess. No wonder her presence is so striking. I heard the Ninth Princess fell ill years ago and had been in a deep sleep. Has she fully recovered?”
“I didn’t expect Your Highness to know about such trivial matters,” Song Qimo replied, not elaborating on whether she had recovered or not.
The Crown Prince didn’t press further, though his eyes occasionally lingered on the calm and elegant Mu Chengxue, a flicker of interest in his gaze.
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Su Hua slept until noon.
When she woke up, she found the person on the bed staring at her in a daze.
The previous night, Su Hua had moved a couch to sleep beside Wei Jue, so the first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was him.
“Have you taken your medicine?”
Wei Jue: “…”
Let’s not talk about medicine, and we can still be friends.
Su Hua rolled out of bed and pulled out a bracelet from her space, placing it on his wrist.
“Wear this. Don’t take it off.”
The bracelet closely resembled the purple bell bracelet on Su Hua’s wrist, but it was less feminine, with a black color that exuded a sense of mystery and grandeur.
“Host, didn’t you give this to Mo Han?”
“He’s dead, so I took it back.”
System: “…”
“Is this a token of love?”
Su Hua nodded without hesitation.
Wei Jue rummaged around but couldn’t find anything to give in return.
“I’ll give you something later.”
“Alright. For now, don’t return to the posthouse. Stay here and recover. I need to go out.”
“Okay,” Wei Jue agreed without protest.
By the time Su Hua returned, it was already evening.
“Miss, someone from the palace came and asked Song… I mean, Young Master Song to perform on the qin at tomorrow’s banquet.”
Su Hua nodded in acknowledgment.
After dinner, she applied medicine to Wei Jue’s wounds as usual, then washed up and went to bed.
Wei Jue was disappointed that Su Hua didn’t ask him about the wedding banquet.
Once Wei Jue fell asleep, Su Hua left again.
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The Next Morning.
Screams echoed from the residences of the Minister of War and the Minister of Rites.
Lu Wenxian and Kong Weimin had their arms severed, just like the Prime Minister’s son, Ding Qizheng.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was behind it.
