Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Xiao Yanchen sniffed and suddenly felt that Ji Chaoxi's hand was a little cold.

He rolled out of bed, and Ji Chaoxi quickly helped him up: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yanchen was delirious with fever and didn't hear what Ji Chaoxi asked. He just smiled foolishly at her.

He stumbled to the charcoal pan, clumsily groping for the jade, striking it again and again until smoke began to rise from the charcoal.

The charcoal fire in the charcoal pan crackled and sparks flew up.

The palace was deserted, except for this patch of warm orange firelight.

Ji Chaoxi hugged her knees, the firelight reflecting on her face. She looked somewhat sullen. She had bullied Xiao Yanchen so much, yet he still foolishly approached her.

Xiao Yanchen had a fever, but his eyes were shining brightly. He moved slowly toward her, his face beaming with joy.

"Xiao Xizi..."

He whispered, gently pressing his shoulder against hers.

The person who treated him the best in the world was Xiao Xizi. It was so late, and he was sick, yet she still came to see him.

He felt warm inside.

"Seventh Prince..." Ji Chaoxi whispered.

"Hmm!" Xiao Yanchen looked at her with bright eyes.

Ji Chaoxi's voice became even softer: "You said you washed my clothes clean, but did you wash my socks clean?"

Xiao Yanchen nodded vigorously: "It's clean!"

Ji Chaoxi remained silent for a while, looking at the red string on her wrist.

She cleared her throat awkwardly, took off the red string from her hand, turned her head away, and handed it to him.

She stammered, not looking at him, "This has been blessed; it can protect you. I'm giving it to you, otherwise you're always sick and won't be able to help me with the laundry."

Xiao Yanchen's eyes widened as he looked at the red string on Ji Chaoxi's hand. He whispered, "For me?"

"What about Xiao Xizi...?"

Ji Chaoxi coughed and said, "I have two. I have one on my ankle. I'm different from you. I have a lot of people who like me."

While we're at it, let's also take a jab at Xiao Yanchen's poor interpersonal relationships.

Xiao Yanchen didn't understand at all. His nose tingled and his eyes reddened instantly: "Xiao Xizi, you are so good to me."

Ji Chaoxi avoided his gaze, lowered her head and muttered, "It's good that you know. From now on, you'll do whatever I tell you to do. If I tell you to do laundry, you'll do laundry."

Xiao Yanchen stared intently at Ji Chaoxi, his face turning even redder. He secretly hooked Ji Chaoxi's little finger around his finger, gently shook it, and whispered.

"Xiao Xizi, from now on, if you tell me to go right, I will never go left."

His voice carried a hint of humility and caution: "From now on, I belong to Xiao Xizi..."

Ji Chaoxi's ears were slightly red from the heat of the charcoal fire, but she nodded, trying to appear calm: "That's right! Once you wear this red string, you have to listen to me."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yanchen's moist eyes lit up instantly. He mustered his courage, took Ji Chaoxi's hand, and nodded with a smile.

Seventeen, perched on the roof beam, watched this scene in silence.

How did that red string transition from a protective function to a symbol of identification with the Lord...?

The wind kept blowing outside, and the fire in the charcoal pan inside was still burning, with sparks occasionally popping out.

Ji Chaoxi leaned against the wall, her chin resting inside her thick collar, and fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Yanchen's fever had not subsided, and he felt very dizzy. After feeling the weight on his shoulder, he held his breath and secretly opened his eyes.

Looking at her face so close to his, Xiao Yanchen carefully moved his head and gently pressed his forehead against hers.

He put his hands in his sleeves and gripped the red string tightly.

The next day was just beginning to dawn.

Ji Chaoxi crouched down furtively, intending to sneak back to her room along the back wall.

She didn't encounter Eunuch Liu along the way, and she couldn't help but feel secretly delighted.

Just as she was about to sneak into her room, a sinister voice suddenly came from behind her.

"So you know how to come back?"

Ji Chaoxi froze, then lowered her head guiltily.

Eunuch Liu glanced at her sideways and tapped her: "Where did you go?"

Ji Chaoxi whispered, "They went to Ruhui Palace."

Eunuch Liu frowned deeply: "What are you doing going to Ruhui Palace every day?"

"Go bully people."

Eunuch Liu: ...

He didn't believe her words after bullying him for so long; she was probably having too much fun to even remember to come home.

"Little Xizi, do you really think you're some kind of eunuch?" Eunuch Liu said sarcastically.

Ji Chaoxi retorted confidently, "Master, didn't you tell me before that I should act like a eunuch?"

Seeing that Ji Chaoxi still dared to talk back, Eunuch Liu sneered and pointed to the corner of the wall: "Reflect on your mistakes while facing the wall. You are not allowed to move until noon!"

They're coming home later and later, and now they don't even go home anymore!

Ji Chaoxi leaned against the corner of the wall, looking dejected, and reflected on her past.

The small kitchen in Jingren Palace was filled with a faint aroma of glutinous rice and the fragrance of osmanthus.

The imperial concubine had removed her heavy court robes and was now wearing only casual clothes. She was clumsily kneading a dough ball in her hands.

"Xiao He, will the Emperor really like it?"

The usually arrogant imperial concubine was now like a young girl experiencing her first love, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Xiao He teased, "Your Majesty, this is the fifth time you've asked."

She carefully wiped the powder off the concubine's face and smiled, "As long as it's made by you, even if it's just a pimple, the Emperor will think it tastes good."

The imperial concubine blushed and lowered her head to continue kneading the dough: "You're just being cheeky."

Watching Xiao He's busy figure, the Imperial Concubine, while stuffing candied fruit into her mouth, casually asked, "Xiao He, I've been wondering, you spend all day with me, do you have someone you like in your heart now?"

Xiao He looked at the Imperial Concubine in surprise: "Your Majesty, Xiao He doesn't have anyone she likes."

The imperial concubine lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of domineering: "Don't be afraid. If you like someone, I will make sure you marry him in a grand and glorious way."

Xiao He felt a lump in her throat and shook her head. "Your Majesty, Xiao He really doesn't have anyone she likes. Xiao He just wants to stay by Your Majesty's side."

She had been by the Empress's side since she was a child, and she didn't want to go anywhere else.

Seeing that she was unwilling to speak, the Imperial Concubine cleared her throat and said, "Xiao He, if you like any of the guards or officials, I will definitely support you."

"But... if you take a liking to any of the eunuchs, I will not allow it."

Xiao He's face flushed red: "Your Majesty, Xiao He doesn't like any little eunuchs. Xiao He only sees Xiao Xizi as a younger brother."

The Imperial Concubine didn't want to continue the conversation about the eunuch. She cleared her throat and said, "I understand."

But she didn't believe what Xiaohe said at all. Everyone in the palace said that Xiaohe was very kind to a little eunuch. All the food that Xiaohe had given her before, she gave to that little eunuch.

The rumors even reached her ears.

She had to send someone to teach that little eunuch a lesson; Xiao He was not someone a eunuch was worthy of.