Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 73

“Be good. Tell your husband—has he touched you or not?”

Ruan Tang’s ears were always sensitive, and when his hot breath brushed against them as he spoke, her body went weak in his arms, a mist of dazed confusion rising in her eyes.

At that sight, Luo Qingli’s gaze darkened, his expression growing dangerously unstable.

Helian Zijun was so furious he nearly lost his mind, abandoning all composure a ruler should maintain. He cursed outright.

“Bastard! Why don’t you ask me? Of course I’ve kissed TangTang! Not only kissed—she’s slept in my arms too! How’s that? Satisfied now?!”

Luo Qingli’s face sank instantly.

Just as he was about to retort, a deafening crash echoed from the other side of the banquet hall.

The doors were kicked open violently, the guards at the entrance sent flying like kites with their strings cut.

Striding in came two tall, striking men with an aura that commanded attention—Tuoba Hong and Gucheng.

They had broken down the walls of the dungeon and forced their way out.

“Tsk.”

Helian Zijun’s lip curled in irritation. He had known they wouldn’t be contained for long, but he hadn’t expected them to escape so quickly.

The moment the two men saw Ruan Tang imprisoned in Luo Qingli’s arms, their expressions shifted drastically.

Gucheng was the first to move. Sword in hand, he darted forward, and in an instant, the cold gleam of his blade rested against Luo Qingli’s neck.

His voice was low, icy, like a vengeful ghost demanding payment.

“If you don’t want to die, let her go.”

At the sight of Gucheng, Ruan Tang’s eyes lit up, her soft voice calling out sweetly.

“Brother Gucheng!”

That single tender cry fell into Luo Qingli’s ears like a blade, stabbing his heart with unbearable pain.

His lips curved in a bitter, mocking smile.

“And who might this be?”

He lowered his gaze to the girl in his arms, his tone almost gentle.

“My good wife, just how many green hats have you given your husband to wear?”
(t/n: “green hat” in Chinese culture symbolizes being cheated on.)

Gucheng’s grip on his sword tightened, the blade cutting a shallow line across the prince’s neck.

“Watch your mouth. She hasn’t been your consort for a long time.”

“Heh.”

Luo Qingli’s laughter rang out—reckless, sinister.

A moment later, he finally released Ruan Tang.

Gucheng instantly pulled the frail girl into his arms, shielding her with his body.

“Miss, are you alright?”

“I…”

But as soon as she tried to speak, dizziness swept over her. Her face turned pale, and she slumped weakly against Gucheng’s chest.

“Miss? What’s wrong?!”

Luo Qingli’s calm voice cut in.

“I poisoned her—just now, when I kissed her. If you don’t believe me, check her tongue.”

Gucheng’s pupils constricted sharply. He looked down at the girl in his arms.

“Miss, open your mouth for me.”

In confusion, Ruan Tang parted her lips. On her soft, rosy tongue, there was indeed a faint black line.

Luo Qingli tilted his head with a smile. He no longer bore the cold, aloof air he usually carried. Instead, he looked like a man possessed, obsessed to the point of madness.

“Don’t worry. I have the antidote. Wife, if you don’t want to die, you can only stay with me. Understand?”

“You—!”

Gucheng, enraged beyond control, struck Luo Qingli hard in the chest.

The man was sent crashing to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of black blood.

He had swallowed the poison himself—feeding it to Ruan Tang meant he couldn’t escape its effects either.

This madman! To poison her in such a self-destructive way!

Tuoba Hong’s gaze was conflicted as he looked at his once-dear friend lying there so miserably. His hand clenched tightly at his side.

“Brother Luo… if you had treated Ruan Tang better from the start, things would never have come to this.”

Helian Zijun exploded.

“Luo Qingli, are you insane?! If you want to die, fine—but don’t drag TangTang down with you! She was cursed with eight lifetimes of bad luck to ever marry you!”
(t/n: “eight lifetimes of bad luck” is a Chinese idiom for extreme misfortune.)

Gucheng cradled Ruan Tang in his arms, leaping down from the beams with urgency in his voice.

“Summon the imperial physician—now!”

But Luo Qingli laughed faintly, forcing himself upright against the wall, his complexion white as paper, his gaze burning as it fixed on her.

“It’s useless. This is a poison I personally created. Only I have the antidote.”

His tone softened, rare warmth spilling into his words.

“Wife, I wronged you before. From now on, I’ll make it up to you. Come home with me, won’t you?”

He didn’t even call himself ben wang anymore (t/n: the princely self-reference).

The man who had always stood aloof, prideful above all others, now laid down his dignity. With hope hidden beneath his pleading tone, he begged.

“Please, love me once more. Just once more, alright?”

He swallowed down the blood at his throat, raising his head to look up at her like a dog wagging its tail for mercy.

Even his rivals, who hated him, were shaken for a fleeting moment by this sight—though the urge to kill him remained.

Helian Zijun snapped first.

“TangTang, don’t let his sweet words fool you! Think about how he treated you before!”

“I…”

Ruan Tang leaned quietly against Gucheng, biting her lip, unsure what to say.

Her lashes trembled like butterfly wings, evoking pity.

Gucheng’s arm around her waist tightened, his heart clenching with unease.

“Miss, don’t look back. A man who uses such vile tricks to keep you is not worth your return.”

Tuoba Hong lowered his eyes bitterly.

He feared she would agree.

Because he had once seen with his own eyes how deeply she had loved Luo Qingli—so fervent, so consuming, that even recalling it now left his heart aching.

But to everyone’s surprise, Ruan Tang’s cherry lips parted, and what she whispered was—

“I’m sorry. I… I have to go…”

She had only just learned.

The female lead of this world, Chen Jing, had taken her own life in despair.

With the heroine dead, the mission here was deemed a failure.

Which meant she would be forcibly ejected from this world.

At that moment, a cold electronic voice echoed in her mind.

【Warning: Forced departure from this world in five minutes…】

“TangTang, where are you going?”

Helian Zijun seized her small hand, gripping it tightly, his delicate features filled with panic and desperation.

“Take me with you, please? Don’t leave me behind. I’ll be good… wherever you go—even to the ends of the earth—I’ll follow you…”

Gucheng slapped Helian Zijun’s hand away, pulling Ruan Tang firmly back into his embrace.

His hold was absolute, possessive, imprisoning the soft, bewitching girl against his chest as though he could keep her there forever.

Some part of him seemed to know. His body trembled uncontrollably, though he forced himself to suppress the fear.

Bowing his head, he pressed a reverent kiss to her silky hair.

“Miss, wherever you go, I will take you. Gucheng will always follow you, life and death alike.”

Tuoba Hong stepped forward and knelt before her, lifting her hand to brush a kiss against it.

Slowly, he raised his eyes, gazing with aching devotion at the woman who lived in his heart.

“TangTang, I’m willing to give up my title as Grand General. I’ll become nothing but a humble guard at your side. Take me with you—please?”