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

Chapter 142 The Vicious Dancer in a Transmigration Novel 12

Bai Zhiwei became more and more engrossed in his speech, even glancing tenderly at the other's arm resting on the table, and extending his hand in an ambiguous manner—

Ni Qing was seduced in return, which was rather unusual. Just then, a slightly gloomy voice came from the doorway: "Prime Minister Bai, what are you doing to my people?"

Bai Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly withdrew his words. Unfortunately, Zhong Linjian had already seen it, and there was no way to change anything now. Damn it, why did he have to pop up at a time like this after talking for so long?

Seeing General Zhong enter from the door, he said somewhat guiltily, "I just happened to want to pour a cup of the herbal tea here. General, you must have misunderstood something, right?"

There was indeed a cup of tea there.

However, Zhong Linjian was not someone who could be easily fooled: "Guards, take Prime Minister Bai out." His blatant disrespect made Bai Zhiwei furious.

"You don't actually like this dancer, so what's wrong with touching her? You haven't even touched her yet! How can a martial artist be so rude!"

He forgot this point precisely: the power struggles and schemes within the court are nothing more than affectation to martial artists; they don't care whether your reasons are reasonable or not.

Before long, the servants came forward one after another, silently saying sorry, and began to pull him out the door.

Zhong Linjian lifted his eyelids, looking somewhat lazy: "Not telling you to get lost is already being polite. You can scheme against me, but don't drag innocent people into it."

Bai Zhiwei was taken aback by the bluntness of the words. He hadn't expected that everything he was doing was under Zhong Linjian's control, and that the other party was just watching him busy with his own show.

But so what? There are always things in this world that he can't control.

For example, Ni Qing.

Moreover, at least for now, this girl holds a higher place in Zhong Linjian's heart than he imagined. If she's willing to help him, then he essentially possesses her Achilles' heel.

This was such wonderful news that it lessened the anger of being kicked out.

After Bai Zhiwei was pulled out, the general walked to the chair, lowered his eyes, and asked, "Did he touch you?"

Ni Qing calmly replied, "No, does the general want to hear what he said to me?" Judging from the look he gave her before leaving, he probably wanted her to get information out of him.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Linjian refused decisively.

Before, he might have really wanted to know what Bai Zhiwei was up to, but now, he had no interest in that at all and only wanted to kill Bai Zhiwei.

He then gave a few more instructions and went to his study to handle official business.

They stayed there until dark.

The shadows of the trees swayed gently, and a soft evening breeze blew. From the pond in the backyard of the general's mansion came the croaking of frogs, and fireflies could be faintly seen. Fish leaped out of the water, making splashing sounds.

Ni Qing finished her meal leisurely and then dismissed the servants, preparing to rest in the main hall. Judging from Zhong Linjian's attitude, he probably wouldn't be coming out tonight.

Just as he was about to blow out the candles and get into bed, a voice came from the palace gate: "General."

It's better to come early than to come by chance.

She immediately straightened her posture, and the door was pushed open the next second.

The man had delicate features and handsome face, though a hint of weariness could be seen in his eyes. He strolled in slowly, noticed the person sitting upright, and casually asked, "Waiting for me?"

Ni Qing smiled and said, "Yes." She was really dreaming.

"That's perfect, I have something to give you." He took out a jet-black token and handed it to her.

The token was entirely black, hard, and gleaming with a cold light; the character for "soldier" could be faintly seen in the center. Ni Qing took the token and raised an eyebrow: "Is this a military tally?"

Zhong Linjian curled his lips: "Yes, but no. This is just a forged military tally. You should give it to someone who needs it."

Ni Qing was slow to realize that it was inappropriate to tell an outsider such an important matter.

What if she isn't so "loyal" at all and betrays him? How will he save the day then?

Seeing that she was staring at him in a daze, Zhong Linjian simply smiled and stared back until she looked away: "I've said what I needed to say, let's go to sleep."

He had already washed up and walked straight to the bedside, ignoring Ni Qing: "Do you want to sleep on the inside or the outside?"

Ni Qing: "..." Sorry, she thought that just playing along wouldn't mean sleeping in the same bed.

"General, shall we have another bed prepared? I'm a restless sleeper and I'm afraid I'll disturb your peace."

Zhong Linjian frowned slightly and said calmly, "You don't need to call me General. Use a slightly more intimate term to avoid arousing suspicion."

Ni Qing asked with a hint of doubt, "Then, A-Jian?"

The man nodded in satisfaction: "Don't feel inferior. It's okay if you're a restless sleeper. You'll only be staying for a few nights."

Ni Qing's smiling mask almost collapsed, but fortunately, the lighting was not good where she was standing, so the other party could not see her distorted face.

Finally, she went to the candlestick and extinguished the candle. The room, which had been brightly lit just moments before, was instantly plunged into darkness; perhaps due to the contrast, she felt as if she couldn't see her hand in front of her face.

The candlestick was some distance from the bed. She gritted her teeth and, relying on her memory, slowly traced it.

As a border general, Zhong Linjian was already used to this kind of darkness and was unaffected by it. He sat leisurely on the edge of the bed, watching the girl get closer and closer.

Ni Qing reached out, trying to find her way to the bed by holding onto the edge, but unexpectedly touched cold, smooth skin.

Under his gaze, she touched his face.

The man glanced briefly at her hand with his dark eyes, then laughed smugly, taking advantage of the darkness.

The girl paused, then, still unconvinced, touched it again, this time feeling the other person's high, straight nose. Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand away.

Suddenly, my wrist was grabbed.

She was pulled into a strong, firm embrace. The man held her, nimbly flipped her onto the bed, and carried her to the inside of the bed.

They even thoughtfully explained, "There will be someone watching outside."

Ni Qing wasn't an ordinary dancer; she could naturally tell whether there were people outside or not. Even if there were no people, she couldn't undermine the general.

In the end, she could only manage a frustrated "hmm."

Ni Qing doesn't mind sleeping in a particular bed, and her sleep quality is excellent; she falls asleep the moment her head hits the pillow.

Zhong Linjian had difficulty falling asleep, and it took him half an hour each time. Just as he was about to drift off, a leg was draped over his waist.

She pressed closer and closer, almost as if she wanted to push him off the bed. Finally, Zhong Linjian sat up abruptly, looking at Ni Qing with a slightly incredulous expression.

If he couldn't afford to offend her, couldn't he at least avoid her? The inside of the bed was spacious, so he'd let her sleep on the outside. So he tiptoed up and got into bed on the inside, the long-lost spaciousness making him comfortably squint his eyes.

however--

The girl squeezed in again, pressing him tightly against the wall, making it impossible for him to move.

Zhong Linjian: "...You should be a little more self-conscious."

The general had an exceptionally difficult night, constantly changing positions until the next day. Ni Qing, on the other hand, felt refreshed, though a little puzzled; she felt as if someone was on either side of her last night.