Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

Naturally, Lanbo was among them.

Fu Zi then said, "There is a eunuch named Lan Bo who says he wants to see Qi Ran."

Gu Qing sneered, and with a snap, the pen broke.

"In that case, let Qi Ran go see him and see what he has to say."

Fu Zi glanced at Qi Ran, nodded, and led Qi Ran away.

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The air in the prison was damp and cold, mixed with a strong smell of blood and mildew, making one's throat tight.

Qi Ran followed Fu Zi through the dark passageway. The clanging sound of the iron shackles dragging on the ground echoed in the silence, each step feeling like a blow to the heart.

In the cell at the far end, Lanbo lay prone on the cold stone floor, his body covered in blood.

His once neat robes were torn to shreds, and his exposed arms and back were covered with purplish-blue whip marks, seeping with dark red blood.

The most shocking thing was his hands; his knuckles were swollen and deformed, and his fingernails had been pulled off.

The wound was still slowly oozing blood, mixed with dirt, making it too filthy to look at.

Qi Ran's heart clenched suddenly, and she stopped in her tracks outside the prison door.

He had pleaded with Gu Qing to spare Lan Bo and the innocent servants.

Gu Qing agreed, offering only a cold, hard promise.

"We'll spare his life."

As for when it will be released, they never mentioned it.

"Sigh..."

Hearing footsteps, Lanbo struggled to lift his head, his face smeared with blood and mud.

Upon seeing Qi Ran, he suddenly laughed, a laugh more painful than tears, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

Qi Ran knelt on the ground outside the prison gate, reached through the cold iron bars, and carefully placed her hand on his face, gently wiping away the bloodstains with her fingertips.

He moved very gently, as if afraid of hurting him.

Lan Bo froze for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing. He also wanted to raise his hand and touch the face that haunted his dreams.

But when his gaze fell on his own bloodied, filthy hands, he abruptly pulled back, his fingertips curling up and hiding at his side.

He couldn't touch her, he couldn't use those dirty hands to soil Qi Ran.

"Where are the blueprints...?"

Qi Ran's voice carried an almost imperceptible gentleness, her fingertips still lingering on Lan Bo's cheek, feeling the faint warmth beneath his skin.

Lan Bo's gaze swept over Fu Zi, who was standing to the side. His smile faded slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Let him... go out first."

Fu Zi was quite sensible. She glanced at Qi Ran, then silently turned and retreated to the depths of the passageway, leaving the two of them alone.

The cell fell silent again, with only the sound of their breathing remaining.

Looking at Qi Ran's reddened eyes, Lan Bo said softly, "I hid the blueprints in... the interlayer of the crossbeam of the dilapidated temple in the west of the city."

He paused, coughed twice, and a little blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "I'm not stealing to harm anyone; it's for your own good."

"In the future... if Gu Qing ever decides to kill you, use this to talk to him and save your life."

Qi Ran was suddenly stunned, her fingertips trembling slightly.

He had always thought that Lan Bo stole the distribution map of the military tokens for himself or for some former master, but he never imagined that it was for him.

A bittersweet pain welled up from the bottom of her heart, and Qi Ran's eyes reddened.

"You idiot...you're just an idiot."

Lan Bo laughed, a silly grin on his face, his eyes and brows radiating satisfaction: "It is silly... but I'm willing."

He watched as Qi Ran finally couldn't hold back her tears, which rolled down her cheeks, one by one, landing on the back of his dirty hand, burning him terribly.

He spoke hastily, his voice even hoarse: "Don't cry... Qi Ran, don't cry."

Qi Ran thought he was even more foolish. He was already in this state, and he was still worried about whether she would cry or not.

He bit his lip, and the tears fell even more fiercely.

Lan Bo is a complete idiot, the biggest idiot in the world. No one in the world is more idiotic than him.

Lanbo also felt that he was being foolish.

Knowing full well that Qi Ran's identity was special, knowing full well that there was a world of difference between them, and knowing full well that she could never have him.

Yet she was still willing to risk her life for him, turning herself into this inhuman, ghostly state.

Qi Ran took out a candied fruit wrapped in oil paper from her sleeve, carefully peeled it open, picked up a piece and offered it to Lan Bo's lips.

Lan Bo's gaze fell on the oiled paper, and he froze instantly.

There was a crooked little rabbit drawn on the paper; it was drawn by his own hand.

This candied fruit was a gift he gave to Qi Ran a long time ago.

At that time, he had not yet suffered this misfortune, and Qi Ran was still a quiet servant in the Ninth Prince's mansion.

He understands everything.

The emotions she had been holding onto collapsed instantly, and tears welled up without warning, mingling with the blood and mud on her face, leaving her looking utterly disheveled.

He cried because he was stupid, wondering why he hadn't seen through Qi Ran's feelings sooner.

I'm crying because I was stupid, making such a mess of myself.

I cried because of my own resentment; if I had just gotten a little closer, I might have been able to grasp something.

She wept bitterly, lamenting that he was trapped by his status and imperial power, unable to reciprocate even though he had feelings for her.

He could see into Qi Ran's eyes; there lay the same joy as his own, but Qi Ran was trapped by layers of shackles, unable to move.

"I……"

Lan Bo opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was choked up and could only let out a low sob.

Qi Ran didn't say anything, but gently put the candied fruit into his mouth. The sweet taste melted on his tongue, but it couldn't suppress the bitterness in his heart.

He watched Lan Bo cry quietly for a while, then placed the remaining candied fruit beside him.

She stood up, her voice as soft as a sigh.

"I'm leaving."

He did not turn around, just like his back when he was in the cold palace.

As we walked out of the passageway, Fu Zi came to greet us.

He had heard everything they said clearly from the shadows, and he was both surprised and amazed.

It's astonishing that someone would go to such lengths for Qi Ran, risking their life only to end up like this.

At the same time, he secretly admired Qi Ran for his loyalty and righteousness.

He decided to keep this matter to himself and would never tell His Majesty.

Following the address Lan Bo gave them, the two successfully found the blueprints hidden in the crossbeams of the dilapidated temple.

Qi Ran took the blueprints into the palace and handed them to Gu Qing.

Gu Qing looked at the blueprints, then glanced at Qi Ran standing in front of him, whose eyes still bore red marks. He finally kept his promise and ordered the release of Lan Bo and the innocent servants.

However, they could no longer stay in the palace.

The day he was pardoned and left the palace, the sun was shining brightly.

Qi Ran stood at the palace gate and waited for Lan Bo.

He changed his clothes, carried his belongings—a small bundle—through the passage, and stood in front of Qi Ran.

Lan Bo looked at Qi Ran. He was a year older than Qi Ran, but he was thin and not very handsome. He looked like a bamboo stick and was covered in wounds.

He lowered his head, walked to Qi Ran's side, but stopped in his tracks.

"Here, take this." Qi Ran gave him her share of her savings.

"Qi Ran, I'll open a small shop in the capital. Will you come and eat there in the future?" Lan Bo tried his best to suppress his reluctance and gave himself the thought that he could persevere.

He wanted to stay in the capital, in a place where Qi Ran lived.

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The author explained: After reading the negative reviews, some people said they couldn't accept the "weak uke" character, so they had already noted "weak uke" as a warning. Others said they disliked bad seme characters, but not every world is bad. However, this is also foreshadowing; these worlds are all raised by the main god, and their emotions are the power the main god needs.

And those who hate angst and give bad reviews? No, this is a tragic ending story! You wouldn't write it like this if you didn't angst me, would you?

However, we will be adding some characters later to make Qi Ran more powerful. Thank you all for your support!