Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 46

【Tangtang, this time’s mission is super easy! You just need to be a completely ordinary background character! You don’t have to do anything!】

【Really? Really? Does that mean I can finally earn points this time?!】

【Yup! I begged and pleaded for this super-simple mission! Now, praise me!】

【You’re the best, Tongtong!】

【Hehe, but there’s only one thing to remember—stay low-key! Your job this time is to make the female lead shine.】

Ruan Tang lifted her small face, brimming with confidence. 【Relax! I guarantee I’ll complete the mission!】

The system gazed at its adorably soft and sweet Tangtang and, for some reason, still had a faintly ominous feeling.

…Those four persistent, shadow-like “great ones” couldn’t possibly show up again, right?

No way. No way! It’s not like they’re stalkers or anything!

“Princess Consort, the banquet starts in an hour. It’s time for you to freshen up.”

The speaker was a maid with delicate features but eyes full of ambition. She bowed as she reminded her.

【Tangtang, this maid is the female lead of this world—Chen Meng.】

In this arc, Ruan Tang’s role was that of a slow-witted, slightly foolish princess consort who had fallen out of favor.

She’d been childhood sweethearts with Prince Luo Qingli and had adored him since they were young.

But he had only married her because of her family’s power and her father’s past favor toward him. From the wedding day onward, he’d neglected her completely.

The Chen Meng before her was a modern woman who had transmigrated into this world. Starting as a maid, she’d used her extraordinary wit to gain the prince’s favor, eventually replacing the original wife and becoming the new princess consort.

Ruan Tang studied the woman curiously. She seemed so impressive.

“Princess Consort?”

When she didn’t respond, Chen Meng frowned and looked up.

The princess consort was staring at her blankly. Even without makeup, she was fresh and elegant like a lotus emerging from water. Her wide, innocent peach-blossom eyes held a subtle allure—like a soft, obedient little cat curiously taking in her surroundings.

Chen Meng’s brows furrowed tighter.

What was going on?

When she first arrived in this world, she’d quickly determined that this princess consort was a brainless fool.

But now… she seemed like a different person. Her eyes were bright and lively, her demeanor gentle and harmless, with a hint of delicate charm that tugged at the heart.

Danger.

An alarm blared in Chen Meng’s mind.

She had come here with the grand plan of using her modern knowledge to build a harem of exceptional men. And now—here was a girl even more striking than herself.

If this one stole a “fish” from her pond, she’d never forgive it.

Her gaze darkened, calculating.

“Princess Consort, it’s getting late. Let Meng’er help you get ready.”

Ruan Tang’s snow-pale cheeks flushed prettily. “Alright, thank you.”

Chen Meng’s lips curved in a cold smile.

This useless princess consort didn’t even know how to do her own makeup. The maids ignored her because she wasn’t favored. Chen Meng’s real reason for offering help wasn’t kindness—it was to swipe some cosmetics for herself and outshine everyone at the banquet.

Now, she had one more thing to do.

“It’s a bit dark in here. I’ll add more candles. Please wait a moment.”

A short while later, she returned with a burning candlestick. When she drew near, she pretended to trip—“accidentally” hurling the scorching wax toward Ruan Tang’s face.

This world didn’t need a face prettier than hers.

Her lips twisted in malice.

But the scream she’d imagined never came.

Instead—a faint whistle cut the air. A pebble shot in from outside, striking the candlestick dead-on.

It spun in the air and crashed—onto Chen Meng herself.

Boiling wax splattered across her face, leaving angry red burns.

“Ah!! My face! My face—it hurts! It hurts so much!!”

Chen Meng writhed on the floor in agony.

Stunned, Ruan Tang lifted her skirts and ran out to find help—only to trip on the threshold and fall into a cool, faintly medicinal-smelling embrace.

“What’s the rush?”

The voice above her was cold and clear, like spring water from a mountaintop.

Ruan Tang looked up into long, narrow eyes that were utterly devoid of emotion. The man was pale yet divine in appearance, gazing down at her as though she were a stranger.

Frightened by that chill in his gaze, she scrambled away—only to instinctively turn to the man beside him for help.

“Quick! Call a doctor!”

General Tuoba Hong, famed as a hardened warrior, looked faintly surprised. He had only been strolling with his close friend, Prince Luo Qingli, when they’d found themselves outside the princess consort’s quarters… just in time to witness an almost-tragedy.

Both men could tell the maid’s act was deliberate. If they hadn’t arrived, and if he hadn’t intervened, the princess consort’s face would have been ruined.

He glanced down at the girl who had just fallen into his arms—and froze.

Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered with panic, her reddened eye corners adding to her allure. Her soft, full lips moved urgently, though he barely heard the words. All he could think was that they looked like dewy cherries—bite into one, and it would be sweet juice overflowing.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

But then he remembered—this was his friend’s wife. Even if Luo Qingli didn’t care for her, propriety still mattered.

He stepped back and greeted her formally. “Sister-in-law.”

Ruan Tang nearly stamped her foot. Behind her, the maid’s screams were pitiful enough to make one wince, yet these two men stood there like statues.

Forget it! She’d handle it herself!

Just as she was about to run off again, Luo Qingli’s cold voice stopped her.

“Stop. There are banquet guests outside. Do you think it’s proper to go out in such disheveled attire?”

She glared at him fiercely—but with her eyes brimming red, it came across as more pitiful than intimidating.

“Someone’s life is in danger! Who cares about propriety?! Saving her comes first!”

Luo Qingli gave her another look. For some reason, today his “useless” princess consort felt different—more alive, more spirited… a little like a kitten baring its claws.

Still… a bit dim-witted.

“That maid tried to pour hot wax on your face. And you still want to save her?”

Ruan Tang froze.

【Tongtong… was she really trying to hurt me?】

The system huffed. 【Of course! If I hadn’t acted fast and called the prince and the general, who knows how bad it would’ve been?】

【But why? Did I do something wrong?】

【No, dummy. She did it because she’s rotten—not because it’s your fault.】

【But… what about my mission…】

【Forget the mission!】 The system slammed the “script” to pieces.

A transmigrated female lead daring to harm Tangtang? Time to show her true despair!

Forget being a green leaf to set off the red flower—time to let Tangtang outshine everyone!

Besides, he was starting to get the feeling that the prince and general were… familiar. This world was bound to “collapse” anyway, so why not enjoy it?

【Tangtang! New mission! Steal the spotlight in this world!】

【Eh? I thought I was supposed to be the background character…】

【Doesn’t matter! Just listen to me and have fun! Treat this world like a vacation!】

Ruan Tang tilted her head. She hadn’t even earned any points yet—was it really okay to start “vacation mode” already?

But since Tongtong said so, it must be fine.

【Alright~】

Luo Qingli ordered Chen Meng tied up in the woodshed until the banquet ended.

Chen Meng stared wide-eyed at his cold, elegant profile.

“Take her away.” His voice was pure disgust.

She couldn’t believe it. Luo Qingli was her main target—tonight she’d planned to catch his eye and melt his icy heart. He’d be hers forever.

Now, her plans were ashes.

Hatred burned in her reddened eyes as she glared at Ruan Tang. It’s her fault! All her fault!

Tuoba Hong noticed that look and subtly stepped in front of Ruan Tang, shielding her.

Luo Qingli’s brows knit slightly at the gesture.

“Thank you for today.”

Ruan Tang looked up at them with wide, guileless eyes, her lips curved in a soft smile.

For just a moment, Luo Qingli’s composure cracked. He turned his head away—yet the flawless curve of his ear was faintly flushed.