Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 60

“Regarding my offense toward you today, I beg your forgiveness—?”

Luo Qingli’s fingers clenched suddenly around the letter in his hand. His expression darkened, like a storm brewing on the horizon.

Damn you, Tuoba Hong—while King Rui was bedridden, what did you do to his consort?

“Your Highness, there’s another letter, sent by the Crown Prince of Haixi.”

“Helian Zijun?”

Luo Qingli frowned, his expression growing darker.

One after another—every man seemed to be eyeing his consort with predatory intent.

If a letter had come, it was certainly not out of goodwill.

As expected, the moment he unfolded it, Luo Qingli almost coughed blood from rage.

Inside, Helian Zijun painted an elaborate and vivid scene of “accidentally” encountering the Princess Consort outside the palace gates—

—focusing in particular on her state at the time:

“Her robes disheveled, pitifully fragile, apricot eyes shimmering like water, cherry lips swollen—around the violently torn-open neckline, faint and ambiguous marks scattered in disorder—”

Helian Zijun had clearly taken great liberties in embellishing.

Unaware of the real situation, Luo Qingli believed every word. His fists tightened until the veins stood out on the backs of his hands.

At the end of the letter, in elegant running script, Helian Zijun wrote:

**”Miss Ruan Tang, in order to escape the humiliation of your Han people, has decided to elope with the Crown Prince of Rui. I will treat her with the utmost care—do not worry.

Furthermore, in her chambers, Miss Ruan has left you a letter. You may go and read it.

Now then—this is farewell! Another day, I shall invite you to Haixi to drink wedding wine!”** (t/n: In Chinese tradition, “wedding wine” is a celebratory drink shared at a wedding banquet.)

Bang—

Luo Qingli slammed a heavy fist into the corridor pillar, his face ashen with fury.

“Men! Even if you must dig three feet into the earth, even if you must chase to the ends of the earth, find the Princess Consort for King Rui!!!” (t/n: “Dig three feet into the earth” is an idiom meaning to leave no stone unturned in a search.)

His rage was so intense he could hardly stand, gripping the eaves for support, his face pale.

The guards immediately stepped forward to steady him. “Your Highness, please calm yourself—your health matters most. Shall we summon the Imperial Physician?”

“No need.”

Luo Qingli forced his breath under control, his voice cold. “Take me to the Princess Consort’s chambers.”

Ruan Tang had left him a letter.

He still clung to a thread of hope.

Ruan Tang loved him—had loved him for so long. How could she leave without a word?

Impossible.

She must have been forced.

Tuoba Hong must have frightened her senseless, and then Helian Zijun had coerced her into leaving.

As he was helped toward Ruan Tang’s rooms, his mind was filled with images of her—those shy, loving eyes gazing up at him.

She adored him so. Every time she saw him, those eyes would light up, fixed on him alone.

How could she have changed her heart? Impossible.

He told himself this again and again, as though trying to brainwash himself.

And yet—

When he picked up the letter and opened it with full anticipation, the first thing that met his eyes were two large characters: “Divorce Letter.”

Luo Qingli froze.

He stared at it, uncomprehending, reading it three times before the meaning sank in.

Ruan Tang had divorced him?

His chest seized with fury and grief. He could not hold back—thick, dark blood spilled from his lips.

“Your Highness!!!”

At the same time Luo Qingli was spitting blood, Ruan Tang was sitting happily by a brook, her bare little feet playing in the cool water.

When Gu Cheng approached with a soft, plush cloak, this was the scene he saw—

The warm glow of the setting sun wrapped around her delicate figure.

Her long hair was loosely gathered at the back with a hairpin, a few strands trailing down to brush against the pale skin at the nape of her neck.

Beneath the loose collar of her robes, her skin shone like snow in winter—white enough to dazzle.

She sat obediently by the stream, her bare, tender feet splashing in the rippling water.

The gentle waves set off her small, delicate feet, making them all the more pleasing to the eye, stirring a heat in the heart and testing one’s self-control.

Gu Cheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard. Forcing his heartbeat to steady, he spoke in a deep voice.

“Miss, it’s getting late. You’ll catch a chill.”

Hearing him, Ruan Tang turned and smiled, her eyes curved like crescents.

“Gu Cheng-gege, come play too! The water here is so nice and cool.” (t/n: “Gege” is a term of endearment for an older brother or close male, sometimes with a romantic undertone depending on context.)

Her silver-bell laughter made Gu Cheng’s heart pound even harder.

Not daring to look too long, he stepped forward and draped the cloak over her shoulders.

“It’s time to leave, Miss.”

She pouted, reluctant. “Let me play a little longer.”

“Miss, traveling at night is too dangerous. It’s better to reach the next town early.”

Her gaze dropped, disappointed. “Alright…”

“Allow me to help you up, Miss.”

From his sleeve, he drew a soft handkerchief and carefully cradled her small foot in his hand—handling it as though it were a piece of flawless jade.

Her skin was exceptionally soft; his calloused fingers, roughened by swordwork, made him all the more cautious for fear of hurting her.

The contrast between his broad, tanned hands and her translucent, delicate foot was striking.

Gu Cheng’s breath grew shallow, his heart pounding.

“Mmh…”

A soft, stifled sound slipped from her lips.

Gu Cheng panicked. “Miss, did I hurt you?”

Looking up, he saw her eyes hazy with moisture, the corners tinged with red—and his heart skipped a beat.

“No… it’s just… ticklish… haha…”

She seemed to try to endure it, but couldn’t help letting the sound escape.

Her feet were particularly sensitive; his rough, calloused touch was like a feather brushing her soles, sending tingles through her whole body.

Gu Cheng’s face flushed crimson. Her sweet, breathy laugh left his breathing uneven.

“Miss… please bear with it a little longer… we’re almost done…”

His voice trembled faintly, husky with the movement of his throat.

Just then, a certain prince who had been crouching in the grass eavesdropping could bear it no longer. He burst out, face dark.

“Bastard! What are you doing to Tang Tang?!”

But when he got a clear view, he froze.

Why does just wiping her feet sound so… scandalous?

Still—seeing those flawless jade-like feet cradled in another man’s hands filled his eyes with jealous fire.

“We’re about to leave! Why are you still dawdling?! Can’t even serve her properly—what kind of bodyguard are you? Let me do it!”

He strode forward, reaching to snatch the handkerchief from Gu Cheng.

But before he could, a sharp whistle sliced through the air.

“Miss—look out!!”

Helian Zijun reacted instantly, throwing himself in front of Ruan Tang.

Gu Cheng’s gaze turned cold. He snatched up a nearby stone and flicked it with deadly precision.

A sharp crack—and something clattered to the bank.

—A gleaming, razor-edged dart.