Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Female Lead is Too Arrogant - Chapter 44

Zhang Zhong and Qi Haolin exchanged glances and shrugged. “Alright, we won’t touch them, but you’ve got to give us some credit for all the effort we put into this,” Qi Haolin said.

It was only then that Ji Jiaxun noticed, aside from the women, a sumptuous feast with fine wine had been prepared, clearly intended to cheer him up. In the past, faced with such a spread and entertainment, he would have been overjoyed. But now, he felt an inexplicable anxiety.

Ji Jiaxun licked his lips and said, “Let’s just drink and send them away.”

Shi Yibin looked at him in horror. “Brother Ji, it’s only been a few days, and you’ve turned into such a coward?”

“Yeah, we thought now that you’re married, you’d understand the joys of such things. We even planned to comfort you with some tender care.”

“It’d be so dull for us to just sit around drinking without them,” Zhang Zhong added.

With that, Shi Yibin and Zhang Zhong exchanged a look and then hooked their arms around Ji Jiaxun, pulling him to sit down. Qi Haolin went to speak with the women, sending a few away and leaving six who played musical instruments.

The melodious music filled the room, creating a pleasant atmosphere. Ji Jiaxun, accustomed to indulgence, didn’t resist anymore and picked up his cup. “Alright then, cheers to brotherhood!”

“Exactly!”

The four of them listened to the music, drank the fine wine, ate the delicious food, and chatted happily.

Seeing that the mood was right, Zhang Zhong and Shi Yibin exchanged a sly look. “As the first among us to marry, Brother Ji, how about sharing your experiences?” Zhang Zhong suggested.

“Yeah, yeah, how was the wedding night?” Shi Yibin added, smirking.

Ji Jiaxun’s face turned red. Luckily, everyone was drinking, so no one noticed. He shifted uncomfortably and gruffly said, “Why are we talking about this? Let’s just drink!”

Shi Yibin pouted in disappointment. “Come on, Brother Ji. You never wanted to be with women before, but now you’re married. Surely, you’ve come to appreciate them. We just want to hear about it…”

In this era, aristocrats often didn’t respect women aside from their primary wives. It was common to share mistresses among friends, ensuring they didn’t get pregnant due to the lack of DNA testing. Ji Jiaxun’s friends had thought he was previously restrained, but now that he was married, he’d understand the pleasures.

Ji Jiaxun’s handsome face darkened, and he warned them, “There’s no comparison. Don’t talk nonsense, or I’ll beat you up!”

“Got it, got it!”

“We won’t, we won’t!”

“Relax, Brother Ji…”

The three nodded vigorously, understanding the delicate situation. Though everyone knew how Yan Qing married Ji Jiaxun, seeing him defend her stopped further teasing, and they changed the subject.

The women playing music continued their work, but exchanged glances filled with sorrow and resignation.

Meanwhile, Ji Jiaxun kept drinking, swirling his wine cup absently. He couldn’t help but think about Yan Qing. He hadn’t consummated his marriage with her yet! Despite being beaten twice, they hadn’t shared a night together. She was his legally wedded wife, after all!

His mind filled with her beautiful face, wondering what she was doing. He felt a sense of unease, like a premonition.

“Why are you so distracted?” Zhang Zhong joked, raising his cup. “Drink up. This is top-quality wine from the Cuihong Pavilion, isn’t it great?”

The Cuihong Pavilion’s wine came in various grades, with the highest being limited and very expensive. Though their families were wealthy, such wine was a rare treat, often costing them months of allowance. They’d bought this especially for Ji Jiaxun.

“Absolutely!” Ji Jiaxun agreed, momentarily forgetting his worries. He downed a cup and exclaimed, “Good brothers! Pour another!”

“Here we go!”

The sound of clinking cups, accompanied by the sweet music, filled the room. They drank until they were red-faced and dazed.

That night, surrounded by good wine, food, and music, they all drank themselves to sleep on the floor. Servants from the Shi family brought blankets and quilts to cover them.

Without orders from their masters, the servants didn’t dare to move them.

The night turned to day, but the drunken men continued to sleep. One of them snored loudly, yet it didn’t wake the others.

The women who had played music lay asleep in the corners, huddled together.

The room was silent until the sudden crash of a door being kicked open shattered the peace. The weak wooden door groaned as it rebounded off the wall, startling everyone awake.

The women in the corner were the first to wake, looking at each other with bitter expressions, too afraid to move.

The first to fully awaken among the men was Ji Jiaxun. Groggy, he leaped up and knocked over his chair, looking at the intruder in shock and fear. “How did you find me here?!”

Yan Qing smiled gently, looking harmless. “I just came to check on you,” she said sweetly, her gaze moving to the six bewildered women standing behind the men. “It looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself.”

Ji Jiaxun felt a shiver down his spine and his legs weakened. “You’ve got it all wrong! We didn’t do anything, really!”

Yan Qing blinked innocently. “Really?”

“Absolutely!” Ji Jiaxun’s voice was so loud it woke the others completely.

“What’s going on?” Shi Yibin grumbled, sitting up and instantly paling when he saw Yan Qing. “S-Sister-in-law!”

Ignoring them, Yan Qing stepped forward.

Ordinarily, the first to suffer would be the women. They expected to be beaten, but what they heard was a yelp of pain from Ji Jiaxun as Yan Qing twisted his ear, making him follow her.

The women were dumbfounded. They weren’t being punished?

No, Yan Qing wasn’t interested in punishing the women who had no choice in the matter. She focused her anger on Ji Jiaxun, who yelped in pain. “It wasn’t my fault! I thought we were just coming to hang out. Blame them!”

Yan Qing coldly replied, “They’re not my concern. You are. Let’s go! You didn’t come back all night?”

Ji Jiaxun winced, not from the ear-twisting but from his stomach. “I’m sorry! Punish me later, but can I use the restroom first? I’m about to burst!”

Yan Qing rolled her eyes. “Where is it?”

“Over there…” Ji Jiaxun mumbled.

She led him there, standing guard outside.

Ji Jiaxun’s face turned beet red. “Can’t you wait outside? I won’t run.”

Yan Qing shot him a glare, making him fall silent and rush inside.

Shi Yibin and the others, who had been peeking, sighed in relief. “What happened? How did she find us?” Shi Yibin whispered.

The other two shook their heads. Qi Haolin suggested, “Let’s get out of here before she changes her mind and punishes us.”

Shi Yibin looked skeptical but after a moment, agreed. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“Agreed.”

The Young Marquis Ji Jiaxun, son of the Marquis of Pingwu and the Princess, married the prime minister’s daughter, Yan Qing. Within four days, the capital was abuzz with two incidents.

First, on their wedding night, the Young Marquis spent the night in the pleasure district, only to be dragged back by his bride in a public spectacle.

Second, the day after returning from her maiden visit home, Yan Qing was seen dragging the Young Marquis back by his ear, causing much laughter. Ji Jiaxun couldn’t even struggle free, looking completely subdued.

Why did the second incident happen? Observers noted that several women were escorted from the house after Yan Qing dragged Ji Jiaxun out. Clearly, he had been caught misbehaving.

These events were mere gossip for commoners but were significant to those in the know, including Yan Yue at the prime minister’s residence.

Hearing the news shortly after finishing her morning routine, Yan Yue couldn’t hide her smile as she ate breakfast. “When did you hear this?” she asked, inwardly delighted.

She had always felt justified in her schemes against Yan Qing, considering her sister’s previous arrogance and cruelty towards her.

The maid, knowing the sisters’ enmity, quickly responded, “Just now, not even a quarter-hour ago. We rushed to inform you.”

Yan Yue nodded in satisfaction. “Prepare some gifts. We’re going to visit the illustrious prime minister’s daughter!”

She couldn’t wait to see her proud sister’s downfall, imagining Yan Qing in a state of disarray.

The maid hurried to prepare, and they soon set off, eager to witness Yan Qing’s misery.

At the princess’s residence, a servant announced their arrival.

After a short wait, Yan Yue was invited inside. As a mere concubine’s daughter, she didn’t warrant the princess’s presence and was instead led to Ji Jiaxun and Yan Qing’s courtyard.

Approaching the entrance, Yan Yue heard pained cries. The smug smile on her face turned puzzled.

Wasn’t her sister supposed to be the one screaming in distress?

Maintaining her smile, Yan Yue entered, quickening her pace.

The princess’s residence was far more opulent than the prime minister’s, which only added to Yan

Yue’s bitterness.

Suddenly, she heard a stern voice, “Do you know what to do next time you see those women?”

A hurried response followed, “I do! Please, no more! I was wrong…”

Yan Yue’s smile froze. She had never imagined her sister to be so fierce.

Feeling uneasy, she quickened her steps, calling out, “Sister, men will be men. Better they find comfort outside than bring home a concubine…”

Her words trailed off as she took in the scene. Yan Qing, in a stunning red dress, had her foot on Ji Jiaxun’s chest, glaring down at him. Yan Qing’s demeanor was fiery and intimidating, nothing like the girl Yan Yue remembered.

Ji Jiaxun, usually so arrogant, lay subdued under her foot, pleading.

Yan Yue’s face turned pale. This wasn’t right!

She stood there, speechless, while Yan Qing pressed down harder. “Concubine?”

Ji Jiaxun’s face turned even paler. “No! I swear, I had no intention of taking a concubine!”

Ji Jiaxun’s fury rose. He glared at Yan Yue. “Get out! Who are you to interfere in my marriage? Get lost before I make you!”

Yan Yue stumbled back, unable to maintain her composure. She tightened her lips, trying to suppress her anger.

Yan Qing, meanwhile, eased her pressure. “Bring him some tea,” she instructed a servant, who quickly complied.

Releasing Ji Jiaxun, Yan Qing remained calm. “Take him to the study and don’t let him out without my permission.”

Ji Jiaxun looked at his servant, realizing he had been betrayed. “You traitor!” he hissed.

Yan Qing raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

Ji Jiaxun quickly backtracked. “Nothing, just help me up!”