Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 53

The officer immediately gestured to the men outside, signaling them not to enter just yet.

He was afraid of startling the girl.

“Y-you… who are you…?”

The young girl trembled slightly, the corners of her eyes tinged with a soft blush. The tiny rose-colored tear mole beneath her eye was dampened by the rain, giving her an even more alluring air.

A surge of pity welled up in the officer’s chest.

“Don’t be afraid, we’re government soldiers. We’re here to catch an assassin. Have you seen him? Wearing all black, about this tall…”

He gestured with his hand.

The girl shook her head, hugging herself tighter, curling into a small ball—so frail and pitiful she stirred a man’s protective instincts.

“Could you… please go outside? My clothes are all wet… I don’t want to be seen like this.”

The rain-soaked fabric clung to her body, her luminous skin faintly visible beneath.

The officer’s heart skipped a beat at the sight.

He quickly averted his eyes—only for his gaze to catch on the small mound of grass behind her. A faint suspicion stirred.

“Forgive me, miss, I’m only following orders. I’ll just do a quick search, and if there’s nothing, I won’t trouble you further.”

The girl’s body trembled; her eyes grew red, but she did not cower. Instead, she bit her lip and spoke firmly.

“Stop right there! I am Princess Consort Ruan Tang of Prince Luo’s household. If you take one more step forward, I’ll tell my lord husband you dared to offend me!”

The officer froze in shock, instantly halting his advance.

His expression was doubtful.

Ruan Tang unfastened a token from her waist and tossed it to him from a distance.

He caught it and saw that it was the highest-level access token from Prince Luo’s manor. It didn’t prove she was truly the princess consort, but with such breathtaking beauty and refined bearing—if she wasn’t the princess consort, then who else could she be?

He immediately dropped to one knee and cupped his fists.

“This humble one has greatly offended! I beg Your Highness for forgiveness!”

Ruan Tang pursed her lips.

She hadn’t wanted to reveal her identity, but this soldier was impossible to fool.

Once this reached Luo Qingli’s ears, he was bound to scold her again. Ugh…

“It’s fine, it’s fine—just go quickly. Aren’t you supposed to be catching an assassin? I think I saw a shadow just now… heading that way—”

Ruan Tang casually pointed in a random direction with her delicate, pale hand.

The officer’s face lit up. He took one last lingering look at her before respectfully withdrawing.

When the searchers had all dispersed and the sound of footsteps faded, Ruan Tang quickly turned and lifted the pile of dried grass, checking on the man hidden beneath.

His eyes were tightly shut, the metallic scent of blood heavy on him. His sword-like brows were drawn together, his face pale as paper, his breathing faint and ragged.

Ruan Tang’s heart lurched, her soft voice trembling.

“Hey, don’t you dare die…”

The poison had already taken hold—he no longer had the strength to respond.

Darkness was closing in, threatening to swallow him whole.

His greatest vengeance had been fulfilled; he did not fear death. He only regretted that he could not personally repay the woman who had saved him.

If there is a next life… I will serve only her, body and soul, unwavering to the end…

“Tong Tong, what do I do? He’s going to die! Is there any medicine to save him?”

Her voice was thick with tears as her warm, delicate hands clasped his cold ones.

Though the man could not make out her words, he understood she was worried for him.

A faint warmth flowed through his heart.

He wanted to tell her not to cry—that in another life, he would find her.

The system hesitated.

【There is… but it costs 100 points to exchange for it.】

Ruan Tang’s eyes lit up in surprise.

【Why didn’t you say so earlier? Hurry and exchange it! I already owe so many points—what’s another hundred? Saving a life comes first!】

The system sighed.

“Tang Tang, you’re already at minus 200 points. Have you forgotten? If you reach minus 1000, the punishment mechanism will trigger. Is it worth it to spend 100 points on someone who isn’t part of your mission?”

Ruan Tang bit her lip.

The kitten-soft girl unexpectedly showed a stubborn side.

“But… I just know I’ll regret it if I don’t save him. And minus 1000 is still far away—I still have time to earn those points back.”

Her long lashes quivered. “Besides… it’s just punishment. I-I can take it.”

The system shook its head helplessly.

This little crybaby, who tears up over the smallest scratch—putting on a brave face now. Silly girl.

Still, since it was her choice, it wouldn’t go against her wishes.

If the punishment really came someday, it would protect her—even at the cost of its year-end bonus.

A small, softly glowing pill appeared in Ruan Tang’s tender palm.

Her eyes brightened as she carefully untied the man’s mask.

A sharply handsome face came into view—features bold and striking, almost severe, but the ashen pallor of his skin and the purplish tinge of his lips softened his intimidating air.

Delicately holding the pill between her fingers, Ruan Tang pressed it to his lips.

“Be good and swallow this—you’ll feel better.”

But the man no longer had the strength to swallow.

As his breathing weakened further, Ruan Tang stopped hesitating.

Bending down, her soft lips brushed his cold ones. She gently pried them apart, pushing the small pill past his teeth and into his throat.

The man felt a faint fragrance envelop him, the softness between his lips sweet enough to intoxicate.

Something seemed to slide down his throat, though he hardly noticed.

All his focus was on that moist, pliant touch—like holding a tiny, fragrant flowerbud between his lips, both tender and dangerously addictive.

Just as Ruan Tang succeeded in getting the pill down, ready to pull away, a strong hand clamped firmly around her waist.

Caught off guard, she tumbled onto his solid, fever-hot chest.

A searing kiss followed.

The medicine truly was miraculous. The man felt his strength flood back instantly, his pain receding until only the fierce thundering in his chest remained.

An overwhelming urge rose—to claim the girl before him as his own.

Her small, pale hands pushed frantically at his chest, jolting him back to his senses.

What had he just done?!

His benefactress had risked her reputation to save him… and he had taken advantage of her instead?!

He nearly slapped himself then and there—his hand was already halfway up.

But seeing her in his arms, lips reddened and moist, the corners of her eyes tinged pink, her breathing unsteady—he feared frightening her further.

Slowly, he rose and dropped to one knee before her, bowing his head, his sharply cut profile calm and submissive.

Like a devout believer kneeling before the deity they worshipped.

**”I am Gu Cheng, the foremost assassin of Wanren Sect. You have granted me my life—this body will henceforth serve only you, unto death.

Just now… I have greatly offended you. I am willing to atone with my life. Say but the word—”**

He raised his longsword to his neck, lifting his gaze to meet hers. His dark, cold eyes were filled with obedient resolve, and his deep voice was low, steady, and unexpectedly gentle.

“—and I will die this instant.”