Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Female Lead is Too Arrogant - Chapter 42

The commotion in the small courtyard belonging to Yan Qing and Ji Jiaxun finally settled down.

Ji Jiaxun lay face down on the bed, groaning as Yan Qing applied medicine to his wounds.

His face was buried deep in the pillow, burning with embarrassment. He felt like the heat from his face could set the pillow on fire.

For the first time, Ji Jiaxun realized how utterly useless he felt. It was just applying some medicine—he had been beaten by his father countless times growing up, with Xiao Liu applying medicine to him at least a hundred times.

Why was he so scared now?

Feeling awkward, he tried to struggle but was quickly pressed down on his wound by a delicate hand.

Ji Jiaxun gasped in pain and stopped moving.

Seeing him finally behave, Yan Qing raised an eyebrow with a hint of a smile and deftly applied the medicine. She asked softly, “Will you still go to Cuihong Pavilion?”

Ji Jiaxun pouted, his voice muffled by the pillow, “No, I won’t.”

Yan Qing’s smile grew, and she patted his fluffy head like a pet, “Good boy, it’s good to listen.”

Ji Jiaxun bit his lip. He didn’t want to be good, but this woman was too harsh. Her beatings were fiercer than his father’s. His father would relent when he begged or acted pitiful, but she would pin him down and beat him without mercy.

Touching his sore butt, Ji Jiaxun felt that this woman was sent by heaven to torment him. Life was too hard.

“I’m thirsty,” he croaked. After crying and wailing for so long without anyone rescuing him, his throat was parched.

Yan Qing glanced at him, and Lan Hua immediately brought over some tea.

Ji Jiaxun opened his mouth, only to have his head smacked. Annoyed, he looked at Yan Qing, who glared back at him, “Can’t you drink it yourself? Do you not want your hands either?”

Ji Jiaxun: “…”

He wanted to be angry but didn’t dare. His eyes dimmed, and his lips pouted as he sulkily reached for the tea.

As the warm tea slid down his throat, Ji Jiaxun sneaked a glance at the woman focused on applying his medicine. Her beautiful face was serene and gentle, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and her red lips pressed together, highlighting her sharp chin and perfect facial curves.

Watching her long lashes tremble, Ji Jiaxun felt a strange itch in his heart. Even the slightly bitter tea tasted sweet.

He coughed lightly, handed back the cup, and buried his head in the pillow again, his previously calm ears turning red.

That night, Ji Jiaxun behaved exceptionally well.

Yan Qing was also pleased and went to bed after washing up.

…

The next day, they were to move to the princess’s estate.

As they traveled by carriage, Ji Jiaxun’s awkward walking and his reluctance to sit down were amusing.

“Pfft…” The princess couldn’t help but laugh, quickly covering her mouth with a handkerchief, but her eyes crinkled with mirth.

“Mother! How can you laugh at me?” Ji Jiaxun looked at his mother in disbelief. He was her own son!

Seeing the accusatory look in his eyes, so much like her own, the princess coughed lightly and scolded him, “Who told you to not do anything right?”

“How do you know I wasn’t doing anything right? She wasn’t there, she doesn’t know!” Ji Jiaxun pointed at the woman sitting calmly with a faint smile, muttering, “She beat me so hard last night, and now she’s acting all innocent.”

The princess remained silent, watching quietly.

The Marquis of Pingwu preferred riding a horse to the carriage, missing out on his son’s foolishness.

As expected, once Ji Jiaxun finished, Yan Qing looked up at him with her big eyes, smiling warmly, “If you didn’t tell me what you were doing, then it wasn’t right. Do you want me to beat you again?”

Ji Jiaxun, lying on the chair unable to sit, widened his eyes in anger and quickly turned to his mother, grabbing her clothes like a puppy, “Mother, aren’t you mad?”

The princess pulled her clothes back, smiling, “My dear son, this is between you two. I won’t interfere.”

Ji Jiaxun was stunned, looking at her in despair, “How can you do this?”

Yan Qing pulled him back, patting his head gently, “From now on, tell me where you’re going and be back before dinner. For every trip to Cuihong Pavilion, you’ll get a beating.”

She glanced at the princess, who appeared unbothered, even entertained.

Since the first day Yan Qing beat Ji Jiaxun, she hadn’t faced any difficulties from anyone. After Ji Jiaxun was beaten by the Marquis of Pingwu yesterday morning and last night’s incident, it seemed her in-laws were quite supportive of her disciplining Ji Jiaxun.

Yan Qing tested the waters with her words and found the princess still silent, thinking her mother-in-law was exceptionally kind.

With such support, could the young marquis really cause trouble?

Ji Jiaxun, naturally unhappy with Yan Qing’s words, had no choice but to close his mouth and move away from her, sulking.

However, once he moved, he felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

Scratching his head and feeling the pain in his butt, he decided not to think about it anymore.

After about half an hour, the carriage finally arrived at the princess’s estate.

“Xun’er, show your wife around the princess’s estate,” the princess said softly, then smiled at Yan Qing, “This is your home now, so feel at ease. If Xun’er misbehaves, feel free to discipline him. As long as he’s not crippled, it’s fine. If you can tame him, I’ll reward you with an estate.”

“Mother! Are you really my mother? Did someone switch you out?” Ji Jiaxun looked at her suspiciously, genuinely doubtful.

The princess smacked his head, “See if I am now?”

Ji Jiaxun: “…Yes!”

That familiar force, how could it not be her?

The princess chuckled and affectionately pinched her son’s cheek before heading inside.

Yan Qing laughed softly and followed.

Ji Jiaxun and the Marquis of Pingwu walked side by side at the end. The marquis smacked his son’s butt, making him almost jump. He pressed him down, saying, “A true man doesn’t fear a little pain. How are you different from a woman?”

Ji Jiaxun, looking defeated, was forced to straighten up and walk in with a dark face, “Xiao Liu, go to Cuihong Pavilion and buy some wine!”

Cuihong Pavilion’s wine was renowned.

He seemed to be provoking her, looking at her graceful back, “Hey, I’m not going, but I’m still doing business with them. What do you think?”

The marquis laughed and walked ahead with his wife, ignoring him.

Yan Qing paused.

Ji Jiaxun stopped instinctively, hesitating to move forward. He glanced at Xiao Liu, who stood still, and kicked him, “Why aren’t you going?”

Xiao Liu yelped, stepped back, and looked at Yan Qing and Ji Jiaxun, unsure whom to obey.

Seeing the princess’s obvious fondness for the young madam, he feared doing anything to upset her might get him sold off.

Caught between two masters, Xiao Liu was in a tough spot.

Yan Qing waved her hand, “Go ahead, buy a lot.”

Xiao Liu hesitated, then quickly said, “Yes, right away,” and ran off.

Ji Jiaxun was dumbfounded, pointing at Yan Qing and then at himself, “I have less authority than you?”

Yan Qing laughed at his foolishness, “Lead the way.”

Ji Jiaxun, in a bad mood, put his hands on his hips and sneered, “You think I’ll lead just because you said so? Beg me, and maybe I will.”

Yan Qing frowned, took two steps forward, and grabbed his hand.

Ji Jiaxun fell silent, staring at her in shock, “W-What are you doing?”

Yan Qing tilted her head slightly, their faces only a few inches apart. Her eyes curved as she spoke softly, “Please, lead the way.”

Her deliberately sweet tone wasn’t entirely natural, but it was soft and sweet, making Ji Jiaxun feel a strange sensation spreading through his body. His heart pounded as if it would leap out of his chest, and his face turned red again, standing out against his fair skin.

Ji Jiaxun’s tongue felt numb, “S-Speak normally!”

Yan Qing blinked, tilting her head cutely. Stepping closer, she whispered, “Didn’t you want me to beg?”

“You, you…” Ji Jiaxun quickly stepped back, feeling alive again.

But then he realized he was still holding her hand. He stiffened, face darkening, and said, “Fine, lead the way!”

He marched forward, still holding her soft hand.

Yan Qing smiled and followed.

Lan Hua and He Hua watched in amazement. Who knew it could be like this?

Maybe the young marquis wasn’t so scary after all.

Who spread the rumor that he was terrifying?

The scoundrels of the capital: Not scary? He bullies us constantly with no recourse!

“This place is great for cooling off in summer, there’s a waterside pavilion over there.”

“This is where we sometimes host guests, it’s quite spacious.”

“There are lots of flowers here…”

The young man’s clear voice echoed through the princess’s estate, trying to sound mature.

A gentle female voice interrupted him, “The flowers here are beautiful, can I take some to our courtyard?”

Our courtyard?

Ji Jiaxun swallowed, ever since she had acted coy, his heart hadn’t settled. Holding her hand, he felt sweat, but he didn’t want to let go. He continued his introduction awkwardly.

Her words made his heart race even more, but he tried to stay calm, “Sure, after all… after all, you have a share here too.”

She was part of his family, right?

Right?

Ji Jiaxun coughed lightly, rubbed his nose, and said, “Let’s go this way… to our courtyard.”

“Okay,” Yan Qing responded softly, making Ji Jiaxun smile slightly.

The princess, beloved by the late emperor, had a large estate. Yan Qing and Ji Jiaxun toured for half a day, covering most of it, before reaching Ji Jiaxun’s courtyard.

Ji Jiaxun’s courtyard was the best in the estate, with a large pond filled with lotus flowers and fruit trees on either side.

The courtyard was also decorated with red wedding symbols, just like the Marquis’s estate.

The princess had certainly put on a good show.

Once inside, Yan Qing released his hand and began inspecting the place.

Ji Jiaxun glanced at his now sweaty palm, wiped it on his clothes, and tried to follow her.

The movement reminded him of the pain in his butt.

Finally, his mind caught up.

Holding Yan Qing’s hand had made him forget the pain, but now it was worse.

Tears welled up as he limped, trying not to aggravate the pain.

Finally, with the help of servants, he reached his room and lay on the bed, satisfied as they removed his shoes and wiped his feet, sighing, “What a fool!”