Quick Transmigration: Crazy About the Villain, Begging for Love - Chapter 2

San Sui did not feel it was being overly chatty in the slightest and continued to chatter on:

“The Yun and Ning Kingdoms have fought intermittently for many years. Half a year ago, the main villain led an expedition himself and nearly conquered the Yun Kingdom’s capital. The Yun Kingdom was forced to surrender and became a vassal state of the Ning Kingdom, sending over a hostage: their Sixth Prince, Li Qing.

“The original owner’s mother was Consort Xian. During her pregnancy, she was framed by the Noble Consort; the toxins affected the fetus, causing the original owner to be frail and sickly from birth. The Emperor despised this son and, by extension, grew to loathe Consort Xian as well. Consort Xian was not close with her own family, and with no one to support her inside or outside the palace, she could not compete with the Noble Consort. She had no choice but to swallow her pride and focus on living a quiet life with her son. She never expected that after the Yun Kingdom’s defeat, the Emperor would choose her son as the hostage!

“Consort Xian tried everything to prevent it, but it was to no avail, and she was cast into the Cold Palace. She could only write to He Zhangzhi for help. If this could not be stopped, she hoped that the person leading the mission to the Ning Kingdom would be her own brother—the Sixth Prince’s maternal uncle so that, at the very least, he could provide some care along the way.

“In the end, Consort Xian overestimated He Zhangzhi’s conscience. He did not provide meticulous care for the original owner. In fact, when the original owner’s days were numbered, he fed him a potent drug just to drag out his life and avoid taking responsibility. During that month, the original owner coughed up blood every day, suffering in agony. His body withered away rapidly, and he was unrecognizable by the time he died. When Consort Xian learned of her son’s death, she was utterly broken and hung herself in the Cold Palace with a strip of white silk…”

After finishing this, San Sui sighed, “Alas, both mother and son were mere cannon fodder. Oh, by the way, the original owner is 17 years old. Today is the second day after arriving in the Ning Kingdom’s capital. The day after tomorrow, there will be a palace banquet to host the Yun Kingdom’s envoys, and you will have to meet the Emperor of the Ning Kingdom the main villain. Once the original owner’s uncle leaves, you will be formally handed over to the Ning Kingdom and placed under house arrest in a small courtyard within the palace.

“I’ve finished explaining what you need to know. After the countdown ends, the system will enter forced sleep mode; I will only appear if you are in life-threatening danger. Three, two, one… Goodbye, Host!”

Hearing of Consort Xian’s suicide, Li Qing’s thoughts had already drifted far away; he hadn’t paid close attention to San Sui’s final words. Consort Xian’s plight reminded him of his own parents.

He had never met his parents, but he had heard from his uncle that when they were dying, they had passed all their power to him then still in his swaddling clothes without leaving any path for their own survival, ultimately perishing and unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation. Supported by their power, Li Qing had been able to manifest his nine tails by the age of five. Outsiders said he was naturally gifted, but few knew the truth behind it.

His pale fingertips gripped the quilt tightly, and a hint of loneliness welled up in his pure eyes. When he was young, the elders were always busy, and his uncle, as the clan leader, had little time to accompany him either. He would watch other little foxes play with their parents, while he could only pluck at the grass. He would pluck one small hillside bare before moving to the next; it was very boring. Eventually, he became accustomed to this boredom…

Bang!

Doctor Lin pushed the door open vigorously and ran in excitedly: “Your Highness the Sixth Prince, my little apprentice has already gone to decoct the medicine! Don’t worry, the King of Hell is no match for me. This time, I will definitely drag you back from the brink!”

Li Qing, who had been immersed in sadness, was startled by the sound of the door opening and began to cough violently: “Cough, cough, cough…”

Doctor Lin laughed and patted his back, “Your Highness, there is no need to be so excited just because you’ve heard good news.”

Li Qing gradually calmed down and said expressionlessly, “I am not excited. I just feel that the King of Hell isn’t as fast as you are; you might scare my soul away before he even gets the chance.”

Doctor Lin felt awkward. The grin on his face quickly vanished. With quick reflexes, he pushed Li Qing back onto the bed, tucked him in, and then closed the young man’s eyes with his hand: “Haha, let me go check on how the medicine is brewing. Your Highness, get some rest for a while!”

Li Qing: “…” I am 17, not 7. Is this kind of “lullaby” method really necessary?

However, this body was truly fragile. Not long after Doctor Lin left, Li Qing fell into a deep sleep.

Having heard that Doctor Lin had a way to save the Sixth Prince, He Zhangzhi did not resort to using prohibited drugs to prolong his life as he had in the original plot.

Doctor Lin breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that it was treatable; otherwise, he truly wouldn’t have been able to stop the Prime Minister’s crooked methods. If those banned drugs had been used, the Sixth Prince would surely have suffered…

Li Qing frowned tightly as he drank the medicine handed to him by Doctor Lin. After finishing, he nearly gagged; the medicine was bitterer than life itself! Thinking that he had to drink this for another half a month, Li Qing lay on the bed in despair, turning over to wrap himself in the quilt, feeling too bitter to move.

Doctor Lin laughed and patted the roll of the quilt, “Your Highness, do not grieve. Tomorrow’s medicine will be even more bitter.”

Li Qing: “…” Are you really trying to comfort me? I want to cry…

Before the palace banquet began, Li Qing never left his room; he was forcibly locked inside by Doctor Lin to recover. It was only when the Head Eunuch came to the courier station to invite the envoys into the palace that Li Qing was allowed out. Doctor Lin’s apprentice draped a fluffy cloak over him: “Your Highness, it is cold outside. Please be careful.”

Li Qing instinctively touched the fur on his shoulder. Fox fur. He offered a silent moment of mourning for his own kind.

He Zhangzhi walked toward Li Qing, interrupting his mourning: “The carriage is waiting at the door. Move quickly.”

Li Qing did not respond. He held no affection for the original owner’s uncle; he had no desire to say a single word to someone he disliked.

Doctor Lin’s favorite apprentice glared at He Zhangzhi and supported Li Qing as they walked to the door: “Your Highness, there is no need to rush. From now on, with no one to look after you, you must remain steady in everything you do. If you get too angry or agitated, it will be easy to trigger your illness.”

Li Qing nodded, noting this: “Thank you.”

The carriage could not proceed past the palace gate, so they had to disembark and walk. Li Qing followed behind He Zhangzhi, coughing three times for every two steps he took.

The Head Eunuch glanced at Li Qing from time to time. I heard he fell ill the moment he arrived at the station. Is the hostage sent by the Yun Kingdom really this fragile?

The Ning Kingdom’s palace was vast. They walked for nearly half an hour before arriving at the scene of the palace banquet.

“The envoys of the Yun Kingdom are granted an audience—”

After Li Qing entered, the first thing he saw was Feng Yanzhou on the throne. The man was not wearing imperial robes; instead, he was dressed in red. His black hair was held in place only by a jade pin, and he leaned against the throne with a lazy air. His aura was one of supremacy, looking down on the world and gazing disdainfully at everyone present. His slender fingers held a wine cup, and a trace of irritation was suppressed within his dark, deep eyes; it felt as if he might kill someone at any second.

Seeing Feng Yanzhou, the relevant introduction for the villain was triggered, and a transparent blue light screen appeared before Li Qing’s eyes.

【Villain: Feng Yanzhou, 22 years old. He has been on the throne for two years. He is bloodthirsty and cruel, and he loves wearing red the most. When he kills, he likes to do it himself, allowing the fresh blood to stain his red robes. Every full moon, he goes mad and must lock himself in a secret chamber to prevent himself from losing control of his desire to kill when he goes out. The male lead discovers this weakness in the later stages of the story and takes advantage of his madness to seize the imperial city, burning the villain alive in the secret chamber.】

Not far to the left of the villain sat the family of the Prince of Li. Li Qing scanned them indifferently.

【Male Lead: Feng Yu, 21 years old. Heir of the Prince of Li. He currently manages the Beijing Garrison. The Prince of Li failed to seize the throne back then and was deeply resentful; his emotions affected his son. Feng Yu has been ambitious since he was a child, coveting the supreme position. The Prince of Li and the male lead will successfully seize the throne in one year and three months!】