The Female Supporting Character Just Wants to Farm [Transmigration] - Chapter 3

That woman was none other than Gao Chun—the heroine of this novel, blessed with the greatest golden cheat, practically a walking bug!

Gao Luoshen already knew how the story unfolded. For now, Gao Chun looked like a pure and flawless snow lotus, but inside she was anything but. How else could she have climbed step by step over corpses to claim the throne? As for this heroine, the very reason the original Gao Luoshen ended up dead. Luoshen naturally kept her distance. That was why she had retreated to the manor early on, hoping to avoid her altogether. Who would’ve thought she’d run into her here, in a teahouse of all places?

But wait—what was Gao Chun doing here? Was she helping Qi Wei sniff around for information? That seemed unlikely. According to the book, she was polite but distant even with this “cousin,” and she never gave her heart to anyone—not even to the male lead, Su Mingyuan, the Heir of the Qi State Duke. After a moment of thought, Luoshen simply pushed Gao Chun out of her mind. No point wasting brain cells on that walking disaster. Best to stay away from her and live a little longer.

Luoshen sat in her private room for a while, waiting until the performance downstairs ended. Then she asked Zhao Lanxi to bring Biyu over.

Biyu was a delicate girl with a clear, graceful beauty. Her sorrowful face made her look all the more pitiful, tugging at the heartstrings. Luoshen studied her for a moment before finally speaking slowly.
“Tell me, what’s wrong with the Lanting Pavilion?”

Just as Zhao Lanxi had warned, Biyu only whispered “I’m sorry” over and over. Her face was pale, eyes brimming with tears, yet she refused to say more. Luoshen didn’t press her. After asking a few questions, she let the girl leave. Zhao Lanxi, unable to bear the sight of the child she’d raised since she was little, quietly slipped her some silver, praying she’d find a better life.

Luoshen glanced at Zhao Lanxi. “Looks like I’ll have to go back to the manor.”

Though surprised, Zhao Lanxi didn’t pry further. She simply ordered people to escort Luoshen back with courtesy.

On her way downstairs, Luoshen cast a glance at where Gao Chun had been earlier, only to find she was already gone. A faint, inexplicable sense of disappointment tugged at her, which she quickly smothered with a cough before heading out with light steps.

But as she passed a certain silver shop, her thoughts shifted. Without a moment’s hesitation, she turned and walked inside.

The shop belonged to the Qi family. Qi Wei often picked trinkets here to gift his cousins, though Gao Chun always got first pick.

At this hour, the street was quiet. A shop boy sat at the threshold massaging his legs, yawning every so often. When he spotted Luoshen entering, he lazily called over his shoulder,
“Brother Qin, customer.”

Luoshen didn’t actually need anything. She was only here to take a look at Qin Zhong, to see what kind of man he was. A small rack inside the shop held goods already reserved by others. Those who knew the rules wouldn’t dare touch them. Luoshen’s sharp gaze fell on that rack. She drifted closer, eyes sweeping from top to bottom, and finally picked up a plain, elegant silver bangle. Turning it over in her hands, she looked as though she’d fallen in love with it.

“Miss—” The boy’s heart nearly leapt out of his throat when he saw what she was holding. That piece was already spoken for—by none other than a young lady of the Su family! He glanced at the curtain in back. Qin Zhong still hadn’t made a move, so the boy had no choice but to grit his teeth and step forward.
“Miss, that bangle has been reserved by a Su family young lady. Could you perhaps choose something else?”

The Su family’s young lady? In the capital, wasn’t that referring to Su Mingjing, the male lead’s younger sister?

A wry smile curved Luoshen’s lips. “Did she put down a deposit?”

The boy shook his head. He looked her over again. Her bearing suggested she came from a noble family, yet what kind of well-bred young lady went shopping alone, without even a maid? Probably just some merchant’s daughter. After a moment’s calculation, he thought, Better to offend a random customer than cross the Sus.
“Miss, this—”

Luoshen arched a brow at him, set down some silver on the table, and said with an easy smile, “I’ll be taking this one.”

“But… but—” The boy’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the money. He swallowed hard, yet still forced himself to resist.
“Miss, the Su family’s young lady is supposed to pick it up today.”

“No deposit, no claim. How could it be hers?” Luoshen raised her voice deliberately. “What if I said I liked everything in this shop and would come back in ten days to pay—would you agree to that too?”

The boy stammered, face full of embarrassment. Just then, a calm male voice cut in.

The curtain lifted, revealing a scholar-like young man. He looked at Luoshen and said politely, “If you like it, please take it.”

The boy started to protest, but Qin Zhong’s glare silenced him instantly. At that very moment, noise erupted outside. The boy’s eyes lit up as though salvation had arrived. He hurried forward to greet a young lady flanked by several maids, bowing and scraping as he spoke a few words of welcome.

Luoshen recognized Su Mingjing at once. The two of them had never gotten along. She didn’t so much as spare the girl a glance. Instead, her eyes flicked to Gao Chun, who walked beside Su Mingjing with her usual calm, indifferent face.

Why was she here?

Of all places, she had to appear in front of her now.

Luoshen disliked Su Mingjing. Normally, she’d have tossed out a barbed comment or two just to vent her spleen. But with Gao Chun present, she decided it was better to leave quickly. She pocketed the bangle and walked straight ahead without looking back.

“Stop right there!” Su Mingjing barked, chin raised. She’d long hated Luoshen, and now that she’d found her alone, she couldn’t resist. “That bangle is mine!”

The original Gao Luoshen might have quarreled with her on the spot. But this Luoshen only cast her a sidelong glance and muttered “Idiot” under her breath before striding off. So what if she liked the bangle? Without a deposit, it was never hers. Honestly, Su Mingjing was barely even a supporting character throwing herself at the Qin prince only to die miserably in the end.

That thought even stirred a flicker of pity in Luoshen’s gaze.

Su Mingjing, however, couldn’t stand being looked at like that. She stepped forward, hand outstretched to grab Luoshen’s arm—

But Gao Chun suddenly moved, blocking her. In a cool, flat voice, she said, “I’m heading back to the manor.”

Her timing placed her directly in front of Luoshen, shielding her from Su Mingjing’s reach.

By rights, Gao Chun was merely a concubine-born daughter and should’ve been beneath the capital’s trueborn ladies. But the Gao family’s blatant favoritism made it clear: currying favor with Luoshen, the official eldest daughter, wasn’t nearly as useful as currying favor with Gao Chun. Some even whispered that Gao Chun was the real legitimate one.

Still, the noble girls played their roles well, never calling her a concubine-born to her face—though snide little barbs were common enough.

“Chun’er, weren’t you supposed to help me pick a bangle?” Su Mingjing whined, instantly distracted.

Among the noble girls, she was the one closest to Gao Chun. Partly because Luoshen was insufferable, and partly because her elder brother was infatuated with Gao Chun. Su Mingjing saw it as her duty to help her brother’s cause. This little outing was meant to give him a chance to impress her. If Gao Chun left now, wouldn’t all his effort go to waste?

Expression calm, Gao Chun lied without blinking. “I just remembered something at home.”

Luoshen had paused because of their conversation. Her eyes met Gao Chun’s—dark, fathomless eyes like an autumn night sky, impossible to read. That depth made Luoshen’s skin crawl. She wanted to flee from this mess, but her feet wouldn’t move.

Besides, she did love a bit of drama. Part of her was hoping Gao Chun and Su Mingjing would actually fight.

But Su Mingjing only pressed her lips together in silence, while Gao Chun remained cold and detached, clearly unwilling to fuss over her. Instead, she took a few steps closer to Luoshen and said evenly, “Second Sister, Father wants you to come home.”

Luoshen: ??? Since when did she play messenger?

Not wanting to argue, Luoshen bobbed her head quickly. “Alright, I’ll head back right now.”

But Gao Chun looked utterly unsurprised, as if this were only natural. “I’ll go with you.”

Luoshen blinked. Since when did Gao Chun take the initiative to stick by her? They’d barely shared a scene together in the original story. What was she plotting? Helping Su Mingjing reclaim the bangle, perhaps?

Luoshen’s expression cooled. She didn’t want to cross paths with the heroine, but that didn’t mean she’d back down forever. Turning on her heel, she reached out, tipped Gao Chun’s chin upward with a finger, and arched a brow with icy defiance.

“This bangle is mine now. Don’t even think about taking it back.”