Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

The drug took effect quickly, and Qi Ran got up in a daze. Gu Qing helped him back to the bedside and lay down, his movements gentle and affectionate.

After Qi Ran fell asleep, Lin Shou was called to the door by Gu Qing.

"From now on, everything concerning Qi Ran must be recorded and given to me. What he wants, where he goes, what he eats, whether he takes his medicine, you must not be negligent."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Lin Shou and a group of maids and eunuchs knelt on the ground to receive the order.

Gu Qing is gone.

The scorching sun outside the hall brought the oppressive heat of summer. Inside, by the half-open window, the person by the window was breathing shallowly and erratically. He had just woken up, and his eyes were clouded and dull. It took him a long time to come to his senses.

Qi Ran got up, swayed and walked to the soft couch, leaned on the windowsill and looked at the chirping sparrows in the courtyard.

In fact, Gu Qing didn't need to go to such lengths.

Even without this medicine, he would stay by his side for the rest of his life.

After all, that was his mission.

But your heart is unfathomable, and your kindness and severity are immeasurable.

Honor and favor can be bestowed in a single thought, while life and death can be decided in a single word.

Gu Qing had faced many hardships along the way, making him suspicious and easily alarmed.

He didn't believe anyone would stay with him for life, nor did he believe the promises Qi Ran had made to him since childhood.

Hearing the noise, Lin Shou pushed open the door and came in. He saw that Qi Ran had already woken up and had been sitting by the bed for a long time. He quickly went over, picked up Qi Ran's feet, and put socks on her.

"Young master, are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm not feeling unwell." Qi Ran smiled at him, then asked, "Guard Lin, why don't you leave the palace?"

He remembered that Gu Qing had let Lin Shou go and given him a chance to leave, but Lin Shou refused.

There's nothing good about staying in this palace; it's all dangerous.

"Life is the same whether you go out or stay in the palace. There's no difference. Young master, you don't need to worry about me. It is my honor to serve you and His Majesty."

Lin Shou smiled, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He doesn't laugh often, nor does he like to laugh.

The smile was very faint, only curving at the corner of the lips, not even softening the lines at the corners of the eyes.

Her eyelashes drooped, obscuring the light in her eyes, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

The wind carried the sandalwood incense from the corner of the hall, and his smile froze, as if it had been carefully sewn on with a needle, making him look even more desolate than when he wasn't smiling.

Qi Ran couldn't understand Lin Shou, nor could she understand why his smile looked so ugly at this moment.

He reached out and placed his hand on Lin Shou's face, rubbing the curve of his skin.

"At least outside the palace, there's freedom," Qi Ran said, her fingertips feeling cool as she withdrew.

"What you say makes sense, young master. There is freedom outside the palace. Would you like to go out, young master?" Lin Shou raised his face, his dark eyes falling on Qi Ran's face.

The boy's expression was indifferent, and then he shook his head.

"In no mood."

Why?

"I'm leaving, and Your Majesty will be lonely."

Lin Shou stopped asking questions and knelt down to massage Qi Ran's legs.

After taking too much of that medicine, before my memory started to fail, my legs began to feel uncomfortable, and I would experience tingling numbness at night.

The maidservant wrote down these words one by one and presented them to the imperial study every hour, delivering them to Gu Qing.

When he saw the words, "If I leave, Your Majesty will be lonely," he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

But the thought that Qi Ran still cared about the eunuch who sold candied fruit didn't deter her from continuing to take the medicine.

That medicine will only blur a person's memory, it will not endanger their life.

Once Qi Ran forgets everyone, he will be his own, and he won't go anywhere.

At the end of July, the capital was sweltering.

Candied fruit doesn't sell well in hot weather, so Lanbo specially made other sweet soups to sell, which sold quite well.

This month, the father-in-law who used to come to buy candied fruit didn't come.

August did not come either.

September still hasn't come.

In October, His Majesty announced that he would be making an empress.

But the queen was a man.

The entire nation was shocked. The common people watched the spectacle with amusement, while the powerful families were so angry that they only dared to grumble behind the scenes. In reality, no one could shake His Majesty's position.

Lan Bo stood on the threshold of the shop. He sat down, then got up again, and finally ran to the notice board, squeezing into the crowd to glance at it.

His Majesty will be married in half a month, a joyous occasion for all. This year, the people will be exempt from 20% of their taxes.

At that time, His Majesty and the Empress will go to the Peacock Terrace to pray for blessings.

Lanbo returned to the shop entrance, not knowing why he was unhappy. He felt it was good news, but he just couldn't be happy.

The people around were all talking about the empress.

They say the Empress must be a vixen who seduced His Majesty.

Some say that His Majesty is impotent, so he married a male empress to put on a show.

In short, Lanbo felt that they were all wrong.

That person, that person was clearly...

What is it?

Lan Bo was stunned; he couldn't remember anything.

He felt he should remember something, but his mind was blank.

He entered the palace at a young age, later worked in the Imperial Household Department, and then went to work for Consort Xiao. When there was a change in the palace, he was imprisoned and was only released after half a year.

Lanbo touched his face; it was wet.

He didn't know why he was crying, or what was wrong with him.

He closed the door and went for a stroll in the street. As he strolled, he arrived at the palace gate. In a daze, he seemed to see blurry figures standing at the palace gate watching him, but when he looked, there was nothing but two rows of soldiers.

Lan Bo thought that he must have gotten sick from being so busy.

.................

On the day of the coronation ceremony.

The weather wasn't good; thick clouds pressed down on the capital, threatening rain, but nothing fell, only a light breeze blew.

Red silk stretched from the base of the palace wall all the way to the Vermilion Bird Gate, and gilded palace lanterns hung all along the way. When the wind blew, the tassels bumped against the corners of the lanterns, making a rustling sound like falling snow.

Gu Qing was dressed in a black ceremonial robe with twelve imperial symbols, his crown tassels hanging down, obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, revealing only his cold and hard jawline.

He held the hand of the person beside him.

Qi Ran wore a matching dress with lotus scroll patterns embroidered on the hem and collar, and gold thread trim that shimmered in the morning light.

He had an extremely beautiful face, with delicate and refined eyebrows and slightly upturned eyes.

She should have been exuding charm, but her gaze was vacant, fixed on the ground just three inches in front of her, revealing a blank and dazed air.

She had a high, straight nose and naturally rosy lips, which were gently pursed.

Even this slight movement was so beautiful that the kneeling officials on both sides couldn't help but secretly raise their eyes.

Their steps were light as they trod on the red silk, as if afraid of crushing the joy that filled the street.

The roar of "Long live the Emperor!" rose up, making the copper bells on the eaves tremble wildly.

He merely blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, his eyes still filled with a dull, empty void.

The master of ceremonies drew out the greetings for a long time, from the time the bride arrived to the time she paid homage at the palace.

Step by step, the rules were even more stringent than those for an ordinary imperial wedding.

The nuptial cup was carved from Hetian jade and filled with amber-colored wine. Gu Qing raised his hand to brush away the red velvet flower stuck in his hair.

Her fingertips brushed against his smooth forehead.

The moment their fingertips touched, a thin blush spread across Qi Ran's earlobes.

Like a speck of rouge fallen on the snow, she merely glanced up, her gaze lingering on the emperor's face.

Those eyes, which should have been sparkling, were now veiled in a thin mist, holding neither joy nor the person before them.

When others pushed him to kneel, he bent over with the force, his back as smooth as if carved from jade.

When we helped him up, he slowly stood up, his movements a beat slow, revealing a puppet-like blankness.

But her appearance was so stunning that even her blank expression added a touch of fragile beauty.

As the ceremony concluded, the sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.