Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 59

He Lian Zijun’s voice was cold: “Tell me who it was. Otherwise, when I find out, I’ll make sure he wishes he were dead.”

Gu Cheng’s grip on his longsword tightened, his tone equally hard.

“It won’t be difficult for me to investigate. But, Miss, it’s better if you name him yourself.”

Ruan Tang bit her lip, fingers curling around her sleeve with hesitation.

“There’s really… no one.”

A sudden thought flashed through He Lian Zijun’s mind. “Don’t tell me it’s Tuo Ba Hong?”

That night at the banquet, he had noticed the general’s gaze toward Ruan Tang. It was definitely not the way one should look at a friend’s wife.

At the mention of that name, Ruan Tang’s eyes trembled slightly.

Seeing her expression, He Lian Zijun’s face instantly darkened.

“So it is him.”

Gu Cheng narrowed his eyes, voice cold. “General Tuo Ba Hong?”

He Lian Zijun let out a short, mocking laugh. “And he’s supposed to be Luo Qingli’s dear friend.”

Ha, what a friend. Doesn’t even know the saying ‘a friend’s wife must not be touched’. (t/n: In Chinese, this is 朋友妻不可欺, a proverb about loyalty and boundaries in friendship.)

Murderous intent clung to Gu Cheng as he raised his sword, ready to lift the carriage curtain and step down.

“I’ll seek justice for Miss right now.”

Ruan Tang quickly grabbed his arm.

“Don’t. He once saved me… and besides, we’ll never meet again in the future… just leave him be.”

A faint pink tinged the corners of her eyes as she pleaded in her soft voice—something no one could refuse.

Gu Cheng forcibly swallowed the killing intent boiling in his chest.

“…Very well, Gu Cheng will listen to Miss.”

Not looking for trouble was fine.

But if they happened to “accidentally” cross paths one day, and his knife “accidentally” found its way into the man—surely that wouldn’t count as trouble, right?

He made a note of it.

He Lian Zijun’s lips slowly curled, his beautiful sapphire cat-like eyes appearing innocent and charming, yet filled with hidden malice and calculation.

“Alright, I won’t cause him trouble either.”

But if he were to accidentally let this slip to Luo Qingli… that wouldn’t be causing trouble, right?

Heh. He’d really like to see what Luo Qingli’s expression would be when he found out.

Pity he wouldn’t get to watch.

He would just have to send some men to sneak into the Prince’s residence and watch for him.

Luo Qingli awoke from a long slumber.

He had heard Ruan Tang’s voice, softly calling his name by his ear, urging him to wake.

She had even told him stories to keep him from getting bored.

That gentle warmth had seeped into the barren wasteland of his heart, making him almost wish to stay in that beautiful dream forever.

But the growing ache of longing finally urged him to open his eyes.

The room was empty.

Had it really been a dream?

Luo Qingli lowered his eyes in faint disappointment and summoned a servant to ask.

“Where is the Princess?”

The servant bowed respectfully. “She just came to visit you, Your Highness, but then left the residence for some business.”

Off sneaking out again, was she?

Luo Qingli’s lips curved with a mix of fondness and helplessness. “How many times has she visited me?”

The servant started counting on his fingers, but gave up halfway.

“I can’t remember exactly, but she comes quite often. She even told you stories.”

Luo Qingli was slightly stunned.

So… it hadn’t been a dream.

He forced down the swell of joy in his chest, though the corners of his lips still lifted involuntarily.

“What else did she do?”

“Oh, right—she even made a decoction herself for Your Highness, saying it would be very helpful for your condition.”

At that, Luo Qingli’s face lit up. He immediately asked with urgency:

“Where’s the medicine? Bring it to me, quickly.”

“When the Princess came, you were still asleep, so she placed it on that table over there—”

The servant turned to point at the table by the door, but froze.

Only an empty bowl remained.

The medicine was gone.

“Huh? She definitely brought the decoction, so where…?”

Luo Qingli’s expression turned ice-cold.

“Who else came into my room?”

The Prince’s tone, dripping with menace, sent the servant dropping to his knees, trembling.

“Aside from the Princess, only General Tuo Ba came.”

“Oh—and he ran into the Princess on the way, so they came in together to visit you.”

Luo Qingli’s long, slender fingers clenched the bed canopy so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

“They came in together? And what exactly did they do?”

The air pressure in the room plummeted, like the heavy stillness before a storm.

The servant didn’t dare raise his head.

“The General closed the door… I—I don’t know what happened after that…”

Rip—!

With a sharp tearing sound, Luo Qingli wrenched the entire bed canopy down in fury, his cold, refined features as dark as the dead of winter.

He spoke through gritted teeth.

“You let an outsider be alone with my wife?”

The servant panicked, kowtowing furiously. “Please forgive me, Your Highness—it was my oversight—”

In truth, it hadn’t been oversight at all.

In the past, Luo Qingli and Tuo Ba Hong had been extremely close. The general came and went from the Prince’s residence almost as if it were his own home, and Luo Qingli had never restricted his movements.

The household staff had grown used to it, and no one had thought to interfere.

How could they have known His Highness would suddenly turn furious?

“Get out!! All of you, get out and await punishment!”

“Y-yes, Your Highness…”

When the room was finally empty, Luo Qingli struggled up from the bed, staggering toward the table. He picked up the empty bowl and frowned.

Not a single drop left.

Tuo Ba Hong… you really have some nerve.

Stealing medicine from a sick man?

Shameless.

Meanwhile, in the General’s residence, someone lay in bed with an upset stomach, suddenly sneezing.

The physician, having just finished checking his pulse, frowned deeply.

“General, have you recently drunk something you shouldn’t have?”

Tuo Ba Hong’s eyes flickered with guilt, a faintly sheepish look crossing his handsome, commanding features.

“Ahem… maybe I… accidentally drank some decoction.”

Truthfully, he simply hadn’t wanted the medicine Ruan Tang had made with her own hands to be given solely to Luo Qingli.

A strange possessiveness, tinged with petty jealousy and a desperate yearning, had driven him to do something so foolish.

The physician eyed him suspiciously.

Medicine that bitter—accidentally? How would that even happen?

“General, all medicine has some degree of toxicity. You mustn’t take it carelessly. Fortunately, this one wasn’t fatal, but your stomach will probably hurt for several days. I’ll prescribe something to ease the discomfort—take it on time.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

After the old physician left, Tuo Ba Hong rubbed at his aching stomach and gazed out at the deepening night.

Now that he was also a patient, perhaps Ruan Tang would feel some pity for him, and forgive his rudeness?

He wanted to rush to her and apologize immediately, but feared she might look at him with loathing.

So he wrote a letter of apology in his own hand, carefully choosing gifts to please her, and had them delivered to the Prince’s residence.

He would apologize in person once she’d cooled down.

What he didn’t expect… was that Luo Qingli would intercept the letter first.