Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Female Lead is Too Arrogant - Chapter 40

The capital’s curfew was late, and the city was still brightly lit.

Today was the day of the grand wedding between the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister and the only son of the Marquis of Pingwu. Everyone from the surrounding areas came to share in the celebration. Even if they couldn’t enter, standing at the entrance might earn them some rewards.

Yan Qing left through the back door, avoiding the crowd, and surprisingly didn’t encounter anyone along the way.

Ji Jiaxun’s favorite place was undoubtedly the Cuihong Pavilion.

Yan Qing went straight there.

That street was the only one in the capital exempt from the curfew. The red lights made it seem as if the whole street was celebrating a festival.

As Yan Qing passed by, she could still hear some girls shouting, “Young master, come on in, let me be your bride!”

The Cuihong Pavilion was currently the best brothel on the street. Just a little way in, it was visible with its luxurious decoration, making the other brothels around it look shabby in comparison.

Yan Qing stopped at the entrance of the Cuihong Pavilion.

Lan Hua was already trembling all over, her voice quivering, “M-Madam! Are you really, really going to…”

Yan Qing glanced at the several strong young men behind her, then at the stick in Lan Hua’s hand. She nodded, then looked inside. She had just stopped there, and some women around, as well as passersby, were looking over with strange expressions, as if they were looking at a madwoman.

Indeed, even if the people of Great Yan were open-minded, it was still shocking for Yan Qing to show up at a brothel in her wedding dress.

She took a deep breath, took the stick, and strode in.

She had barely reached the entrance when an older woman who had heard the news came to block her, “Oh my, madam, why are you here! This is no place for you. Listen to me, go back quickly…”

Yan Qing frowned and stepped back, saying sternly, “Make way!”

The young men behind her immediately responded loudly, “Yes!”

A few of them then stepped forward, pulled the woman aside, and blocked the other guests and girls in the brothel, forcibly making a path through the bustling hall.

Yan Qing looked at the bewildered woman who was restrained and asked, “Which room is Ji Jiaxun in?”

The madam’s face stiffened, and she laughed dryly, “You’re joking, everyone knows that today is the young marquis’s wedding day. How could he be here!”

Yan Qing, with a stern face, stared at her, “If you don’t tell me, I’ll search room by room. I’ll find him eventually!”

Room by room?

Wouldn’t that mean seeing a lot of unsightly things?

The madam’s heart skipped a beat. She thought to herself, this young marquis’s new wife is really fierce!

But then she remembered that this was the prime minister’s legitimate daughter, bestowed by the emperor, and her maternal family was the famous General Song’s family. If something happened in her Cuihong Pavilion, it would be disastrous, even if…

She didn’t dare to really stop her anymore and had to point the way.

Yan Qing, satisfied, had her released. She lifted her thick skirt and held the stick, heading upstairs.

In the private room, three beautiful girls were sitting on an empty spot, playing a song together.

The noise from outside seeped into the room, but the music’s soothing notes reduced the disturbance.

Several men were lounging around. Some were teasing girls in their arms, others were leaning back in their chairs, getting their shoulders and legs massaged.

Only one person was half-lying on a couch, with one long leg hanging off the edge and the other bent. He propped his cheek on one hand, frowning in displeasure, his bright eyes full of annoyance.

Despite his good looks, fair skin, and handsome features, his red lips made him look less fierce even when frowning, only a bit arrogant and indulgent. He looked about seventeen or eighteen, dressed in fine silk, with exquisite jade ornaments in his hair and around his waist.

Clearly a young master from a wealthy family, he pouted, his red lips curling up, his voice carrying the vitality of youth, “I won’t go back! Are you all scared?”

“Of course not!” Shi Yibin chuckled, casually brushing the cheek of the woman beside him, indulging, “We’re just worried about your bad luck!”

Ji Jiaxun sneered coldly, “I won’t marry her, and even if I do, I won’t touch her! So what!”

“You’re still the big brother!” Zhang Zhong cupped his hands, enjoying a beauty’s massage, downed a cup of wine in one gulp, nodded in satisfaction, and looked at the person by the window, “Haolin, why are you still looking outside? Come join us.”

Qi Haolin looked conflicted, glancing at them, hesitant to speak.

Zhang Zhong was curious, “Oh, what’s wrong?”

Qi Haolin pointed outside, whispering, “Brother Ji is in trouble!”

They were all seventeen or eighteen, with a bit of youthful immaturity. Each had a good-looking face, often the favorites of the girls here. They came to play and compete to see who was more skilled. Ji Jiaxun, with his clever mind, often caused trouble but never got caught, making him their leader.

This was the first time they heard that Brother Ji was in trouble.

The other two laughed loudly, “You’re joking, right?”

Ji Jiaxun’s annoyed face also showed a smile, raising an eyebrow, “What is it?”

Qi Haolin swallowed, “You’ll see soon.”

Ji Jiaxun: “Huh???”

Then, Qi Haolin started counting, “Five, four, three, two, one!”

The others looked at him in confusion.

As he finished counting, their door was suddenly pushed open. A flash of red appeared before them, the vibrant red lipstick making an already stunning face even more beautiful. However, the person wore a cold expression, her lips tightly pressed, head held high, and her aura was imposing and unapproachable.

The once relaxed Ji Jiaxun immediately jumped up, exclaiming, “Why are you here!”

The other three also instinctively stood up, stammering, “S-Sister-in-law…”

The woman sitting on Shi Yibin’s lap fell to the floor because of his sudden movement, crying out in a coquettish voice, “Oh my…”

But no one paid attention, all staring dumbly at the woman in front of them.

…

Yan Qing quickly scanned the room.

Good, although there were women, Ji Jiaxun’s area was still clean. Judging by his expression and clothes, everything was in order.

She was relieved and looked coldly at Ji Jiaxun, “Come home with me.”

Talking nicely to someone like Ji Jiaxun, who feared no one but the royal family, wouldn’t work. Yan Qing wasn’t in the mood to be polite either. How dare he leave her on their wedding night?

“You dare to control me?” Ji Jiaxun was indeed displeased, glaring at her with the same cold face, “Do you believe I’ll divorce you!”

Yan Qing took two steps forward, dragging the stick on the ground, moving towards him.

With each step, the boys retreated two steps, exposing Ji Jiaxun, who stood with his neck stiffened.

The three exchanged glances, each seeing the admiration for Ji Jiaxun in the other’s eyes.

Amazing!

No wonder he’s the leader!

In such a situation, he could still stay composed.

In fact, Ji Jiaxun also felt his scalp tingle.

This woman, although not tall, only reaching his chin, had an imposing presence similar to his mother’s when angry, domineering yet not off-putting, only fearsome.

Yan Qing looked him up and down, “If you really want to divorce me, write the letter now. If not, come back with me!”

A divorce letter?

Ji Jiaxun’s mouth twitched; it was just a spur-of-the-moment remark.

Writing a divorce letter would be defying the emperor’s decree, bringing misfortune to his entire family. Even as reckless as he was, he wouldn’t foolishly go against the emperor.

Ji Jiaxun pursed his lips, took a step forward, looking down at her, “I’m not going back!”

Yan Qing frowned, “Why?”

Ji Jiaxun suddenly smirked mischievously, pointing at the women who had stood up, raising an eyebrow, his voice teasingly seductive, “Because there are many beauties here, of course.”

He looked at Yan Qing, wondering how she’d respond.

When his gaze finally settled on her face, he paused, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.

Honestly, just based on looks, this woman was his type!

But thinking about her past actions, Ji Jiaxun felt repulsed.

Yan Qing followed his gaze, then calmly looked back at Ji Jiaxun, “If you really like them, touch them in front of me, and I won’t interfere with you ever again.”

Ji Jiaxun froze for two seconds, understanding the implication, his face turning red, nearly jumping up in anger, “You… you shameless!”

Yan Qing didn’t want to argue with him anymore. As time passed, more people were coming to watch the commotion. Even though the door was closed, many people were eavesdropping outside, and the noise was reaching them.

She scolded, “Dare or not?”

“You, you, you…” Ji Jiaxun’s face was red, stammering at her, not knowing how to respond.

Seeing him like this, Yan Qing confirmed her suspicion and reached out to grab him.

Ji Jiaxun instinctively dodged.

Yan Qing’s movement stopped, raising her right hand, revealing a stick about a meter long, “Which do you choose?”

Zhang Zhong and the others: “!!!”

Ji Jiaxun: “…”

His face changed several times, pointing at Yan Qing angrily, “Don’t think I won’t hit a woman!”

Yan Qing gave a sarcastic smile, coldly saying, “Choose!”

Her voice doubled in volume, making Ji Jiaxun shudder.

Looking at her imposing manner, Ji Jiaxun gritted his teeth and said, “I’ll go home!”

Yan Qing extended her left hand, raising an eyebrow, “Hold it.”

Ji Jiaxun’s face flushed deeper with resentment, “Don’t push it!”

Yan Qing’s voice remained calm and chilly, “Want to try if this stick can make you leave the Cuihong Pavilion?”

“…”

Ji Jiaxun shamefully gave in, reluctantly extending his hand to hold her soft white hand.

He swore that once they returned, he’d have his mother teach her a lesson!

As their hands clasped, Ji Jiaxun’s ears turned red, and the flush spread down to his neck.

Yan Qing, having secured him, gestured to Lan Hua with a nod.

Lan Hua understood instantly, quickly opening the door.

The crowd outside, eavesdropping at the door, scattered in all directions. In a blink of an eye, the hallway was empty.

Yan Qing pulled him out.

Ji Jiaxun pursed his lips, his face full of displeasure, but his blush only deepened.

He thought to himself, this woman’s hand is quite soft!

Behind them, Zhang Zhong and the others instinctively followed. Once they left the Cuihong Pavilion, they realized they hadn’t done anything despite paying.

They exchanged glances and silently agreed, “Should we go back?”

“Let’s go back.” Qi Haolin said, feeling a twinge of fear.

Even without a wife, facing such a situation was still intimidating.

Shi Yibin nodded, “Women are too scary!”

By the time they returned to the mansion, it was very late.

The guests had all left, and only the servants were cleaning up. Seeing them return, especially Yan Qing beside Ji Jiaxun, everyone was stunned, but quickly bowed respectfully.

Upon entering the Marquis’s mansion, Ji Jiaxun immediately shook off her hand, fuming, “I’m going to find my parents, just you wait.”

Yan Qing, just as he was about to turn around, grabbed his hand again. This time, she discarded the stick, used both hands to pull Ji Jiaxun, and threw him over her shoulder.

“Ah—” Ji Jiaxun screamed in pain.

Yan Qing approached him again. The once mighty Ji Jiaxun instinctively backed away, but she grabbed him.

The nearly six-foot-tall man, now rubbing his sore backside, looked quite pitiful.

“Coming back means returning to the bridal chamber. If you run, I’ll break your legs!” Yan Qing pulled him along again.

Ji Jiaxun, disgruntled, sneered, “You dare!”

Yan Qing, with a half-smile, looked back at him, “Want to try?”

Ji Jiaxun’s pupils contracted. Recalling the earlier pain, he glanced at his follower, Xiao Liu, who shook his head. Ji Jiaxun immediately quieted down, sulkingly following Yan Qing.

Defeated in a fight, with no allies, and his servants turning against him, he had no choice.

Following Yan Qing’s elegant red figure, Ji Jiaxun gritted his teeth.

But thinking about what might happen in the bridal chamber, his face alternated between red and black, comically changing expressions, causing Xiao Liu beside him to look confused.

Is the young marquis happy or not?

But if he was truly unhappy, he would’ve caused a scene by now, not behaving so obediently.

Author’s Note:

Ji Jiaxun: Actually, I’m unhappy, just can’t beat her!

Yan Qing: Really?

Ji Jiaxun: Just kidding!