Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

"It's deep, it's almost cutting to the bone~" Lan Wan'er pouted, tears streaming down her face.

"Alright, alright, just bear with it, it'll be fine after the medicine is applied," Xuan Chengyan coaxed gently.

The female healer quickened her pace. In fact, Lan Liangyuan's wound wasn't too deep and hadn't reached the bone.

After bandaging her wound, Lan Wan'er wiped away her tears with a handkerchief and stood up: "I'll go back and rest now."

"Okay, I'll come see you later."

"If Your Highness is busy, there's no need to come. It's better to rest when you have free time," Lan Wan'er said casually.

The female physician lowered her head even further, and the palace maids in the Crown Princess's courtyard all slowed their breathing.

Xuan Chengyan, used to it, said, "Okay, Wan'er is the most considerate."

Jinshu took the cloak and put it on her master, and the four of them left the main courtyard.

At the bend, Qinghe and Granny Qiu were nearly frantic. By the time they received the news, His Highness the Crown Prince had already returned with his men. The Eastern Palace was under martial law, and no one was allowed to approach the main courtyard. They couldn't get through. If it weren't for the fact that they were from Consort Lan's courtyard, they wouldn't even be allowed to stand there.

"Master, Master," Qinghe called out as soon as she saw the four of them appear.

Upon seeing the bloodstains on Jinshu and the other two's clothes, he became even more anxious: "What happened? Who's injured?"

"It's alright, it's alright, we'll talk about it when we get back," Jinshu said.

In the warm pavilion, Jinshu and the others, having changed their clothes, began to talk about what had happened in the main courtyard. When they heard the crucial part, Qinghe gripped her handkerchief tightly with both hands.

"Oh dear, if I had known, I should have gone with you today to pay my respects. At least I could have helped you out," Qinghe said regretfully.

"Who would have thought? A prince, a perfectly respectable man, kidnapped his own nephew on the road with a few eunuchs and even broke into the East Palace." Zhu Wan sighed. They had already found out the general situation when they were in the side room of the main courtyard.

Lan Wan'er lay on her side on the couch, smiling as she looked at them: "Aren't you tired? Now that you've finished telling your thrilling stories, go back and rest. You can come back to work tomorrow."

"Qinghe, go to the money box and get some silver. Give each of Aunt Chang and the other two twenty taels. Also, take some money to the kitchen and make two meat dishes to supplement the meals for the whole courtyard. Make sure the portions are plentiful."

"Yes, this servant will have Anfu take care of it immediately."

At noon, Lan Wan'er ate some simple congee and side dishes, dozed off for a while, but her wound was throbbing and painful, making it difficult to sleep soundly. So she simply opened her eyes and sat up.

Qinghe quickly stepped forward to support her: "Master, are you not sleeping well?"

"My wound is uncomfortable, I'm not going to sleep."

Qinghe placed a soft cushion behind her and glanced at the wound on her arm. There was no blood seeping through the gauze.

To make it easier to change her dressings during this period, she cut a slit in the sleeve of each of her inner garments. Lan Wan'er's skin was delicate, and her inner garments were made of the finest materials. Cutting slits in each of them was a considerable expense.

However, let alone Lan Wan'er lacking such things, even the Crown Prince could afford to have her cut a new undergarment every day.

At Shenshi (3-5 PM), Xuan Chengyan came in a hurry. Lan Wan'er was watching Qinghe and a little palace maid embroidering a handkerchief.

"Wan'er, is it no longer in pain?" Xuan Chengyan waved his hand, gesturing for the palace servants to rise, then pressed down on Lan Wan'er, who was about to get up, and sat down beside her to ask.

"It hurts so much, I can't sleep well and I can't do anything. I can only ask them to keep me company and talk to me to distract me," Lan Wan'er said coquettishly.

"It's normal for such a big wound to hurt. It will get better after the first few days. Just bear with it."

"What can I do if I can't bear it? Let it be."

"Hey, in a little while, I'll have them send you some fancy gadgets. See what you want to play with. Once you've had some fun, you'll forget the pain."

Do you have glass lamps?

"You're quite demanding, asking for my beloved possession right off the bat. Here, take it, it'll be delivered in a bit."

"Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness."

Xuan Chengyan was really busy; he left after less than fifteen minutes.

From that day on, the Eastern Palace was under strict control both inside and outside. Eunuchs and palace maids would be questioned several times when they went to the kitchen to fetch food.

Zhu Wan was doing needlework in the warm pavilion, recounting her experience of sending a female doctor out: "I was sent back as soon as I reached the second gate."

Jinshu: "You should have been back by now, after you delivered it to the second gate. Besides, didn't you go there just to see what was going on outside?"

Zhu Wan was, after all, a senior palace maid, and she wasn't supposed to be doing the job of sending female physicians to the second gate.

"Oh yes, I heard Anfu and Anlu talking about it, so I wanted to go and see for myself."

Lan Wan'er smiled. The Crown Prince and Crown Princess were taking this to an advanced level of belated remedial action, going a bit too far with their defenses.

However, killing a prince did not cause any ripples in the court or the imperial family. I wonder if it was because Prince Ke was too incompetent or the Crown Prince was too powerful.

The Emperor's illness dragged on for more than two months, and the New Year was very unsettling both inside and outside the palace and in the court. Just after the first month of the lunar calendar, the Emperor passed away. When the funeral bell rang, everyone in the courtyard felt a sense of relief.

"Let's hang it up!" Lan Wan'er sighed softly, for it was the end of an emperor's reign.

Granny Qiu spoke up: "Master, some items need to be put away, and the clothes and jewelry also need to be changed."

"Okay, you can arrange it."

Although the Crown Prince's palace was now decorated in white, the masters did not make any moves; on the contrary, the guards became even more stringent.

"Master," Jinshu said nervously.

Lan Wan'er stood under the eaves with her sword in hand, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, it's just the last moment of darkness before dawn."

Once the crown prince ascends the throne safely and smoothly, everything will be over.

A day later, Liang Yongfu, sporting dark circles under his eyes, led a group of people from the Inner Court, dressed in mourning clothes, into the East Palace to fetch the ladies and young masters to attend the funeral.

After leaving the East Palace, Lan Wan'er and the others learned that the Sixth Prince had made a desperate attempt to assassinate the Crown Prince on his last night, but was outmaneuvered by the Crown Prince and killed. The Fifth Prince, who was hiding behind the scenes, was also imprisoned.

Attending a funeral is a very tiring thing. As the Crown Prince's concubine, Lan Wan'er had to go to the funeral hall every morning and evening and cry very sadly.

Shedding tears is an exhausting activity. Even if Lan Wan'er wasn't truly heartbroken but used some underhanded tactics, she still had to shed a whole tub of tears every morning and evening.

She's doing well; she doesn't have much to worry about, and all she has to do is show up for work every day.

The Crown Prince and Crown Princess both lost weight during the entire funeral procession, and their personal servants fared even worse; Liang Yongfu, in particular, became emaciated.

Anfu and Anlu paid the kitchen to make small vegetarian snacks, which were wrapped in sachets. Whenever they met Liang Yongfu, they would slip him a few pieces so he could have a snack when he had a spare moment.

The final step of the funeral procession is the burial in the imperial mausoleum. In this dynasty's national funeral rites, those attending the funeral must walk to the outskirts of the capital before they can board the carriage.

Lan Wan'er's physical strength was still good, after all, she practiced martial arts every day, but this process was a great test for some of the weaker female relatives. It would take at least an hour to walk from the main gate of the palace to the south gate of the capital, and the funeral procession would take even longer.