The Villainess Always Wants to Cuddle With Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 9

In the Imperial Study, Yuchi Gong, the Emperor, sat reviewing memorials with a vermilion brush. Dark circles beneath his eyes betrayed his fatigue, but in the blink of an eye, a kneeling figure appeared before him, presenting a thick, sealed secret letter.

Yuchi Gong waved the man away. This was one of the Iron Bl00d Hands, the ruthless enforcers of the Rin Kingdom’s Imperial Family.

For generations, the Iron Bl00d Hands had sworn loyalty to the Rin Kingdom’s Imperial Family—or, more precisely, to the reigning Emperor, the one who sat upon the Dragon Throne.

Breaking the seal, Yuchi Gong found three more letters inside. Each bore the name of one of his three Imperial Princes.

With a steady hand, he opened and read each letter carefully. The sinister glint in his eyes deepened with each word. Emperors had always been suspicious, and he was no exception. He hadn’t expected his sons to be so cunning—they truly hadn’t disappointed him!

He grabbed the half-empty teacup beside him and smashed it to the ground, his expression shifting unpredictably.

Outside the Imperial Study, Eunuch Hechun sighed and waved two servants in to clean up the shattered remains.

The following morning at the imperial court, Yuchi Gong erupted in a furious rage, confining each of his three sons to their residences and stripping them of their major powers.

Guan Qigui listened to these developments with amusement flickering in her eyes. The real show was about to begin, and she wouldn’t mind adding fuel to the fire.

Inside Second Prince Lan’s Residence in Kyoto, Yu Chi Lan was reviewing a secret report. As he read, he recalled the furious outburst his father, the Emperor, had unleashed during the morning court session. His dark eyes burned with a chilling intensity.

“Your Highness!” Zhang He stumbled in, dropping to his knees in a panic.

“What’s this commotion?” Yu Chi Lan snapped, his mood already foul. “If anyone sees this, they’ll think the Lan Prince’s Residence is a lawless joke!”

Cold sweat trickled down Zhang He’s back as he nodded frantically. “It’s… it’s Young Master Guan. He’s here to see you and asked me to announce his arrival.”

“Young Master Guan?” Yu Chi Lan frowned, hesitating. “Which Young Master Guan?”

“The one from Guanglan Palace.”

“Show him in.” Guan Qigui? What does she want with me? Yu Chi Lan wondered, utterly perplexed.

“Yes, Your Highness!”

As Guan Qigui stepped into the Lan Prince’s Residence’s imperial study, she found Yu Chi Lan sitting at his desk, practicing calligraphy with an air of nonchalance.

A single glance told Guan Qigui that Yu Chi Lan was merely feigning composure. He had only written two characters on the paper.

Guan Qigui stepped forward, bowed, and smiled. “Greetings, Prince Lan.”

Yu Chi Lan’s gaze locked onto Guan Qigui, scrutinizing her from head to toe. The more he looked, the more striking her beauty became. Her nose was high and straight, her eyebrows arched like swords, and her long, captivating phoenix eyes held an unfathomable depth. Her vermilion lips parted slightly, and her skin glowed like jade, making her even more alluring than a courtesan.

“No need for formalities,” Yu Chi Lan said, his gaze burning with intensity.

Guan Qigui, her sword-like brows furrowed, forced herself to speak with feigned humility. “I heard Your Highness has been confined to your residence.”

Yu Chi Lan didn’t offer her a seat. Instead, he closed the door, his eyes shimmering like autumn waves. “Young Master Guan, I dislike idle chatter. Shall we cut straight to the chase?”

Guan Qigui noticed the faint plum blossom mark on his neck. Her delicate fingers tightened around her scholar’s fan, her expression darkening. “This Guan came because I admire Your Highness. Though I am but a humble servant, I possess some knowledge of manipulating hidden currents. I offer my assistance to Your Highness.”

Yu Chi Lan raised an eyebrow. Such a remarkable person offering their aid? How intriguing. He studied Guan Qigui’s figure intently. Her raven hair was bound by a jade crown, and she wore a deep blue robe embroidered with intricate silver threads depicting lush jade bamboo patterns. A golden silk pouch, adorned with delicate bamboo motifs, hung from her slender waist, and her tall, graceful frame stood as straight as a pine tree. Truly a remarkable person!

“Oh? And how do you propose to assist me?” Yu Chi Lan’s interest was piqued.

“By using a borrowed blade to kill,” Guan Qigui replied, lowering her head, her eyes glinting with cold light.

Yu Chi Lan was indeed as the intelligence she had gathered suggested—a man with a penchant for male company. His gaze was too blatant to ignore. If the Crown Prince hadn’t been so difficult to approach and the Third Prince, Yuchi Heng, hadn’t refused to see her, she would never have resorted to this desperate measure of seeking him out.

Guan Qigui explained her plan to Yu Chi Lan: to use the Emperor’s blade to eliminate the Crown Prince and Third Prince, paving the way for Yu Chi Lan’s ascension to the throne. By fabricating evidence of their collusion with court officials and secretly raising troops, she would ensure Yuchi Gong discovered these “crimes” at the height of his fury, leading him to strip the princes of their titles. This conspiracy was far more serious than the petty squabbles Yuchi Gong had previously uncovered.

Yu Chi Lan watched Guan Qigui depart from his residence, his eyes burning with unwavering determination. Whether it was the imperial throne or Guan Qigui herself, he would claim them both!

Kyoto had rarely been so tranquil, as if it were the eve of a storm, all the undercurrents of turmoil hidden beneath a veneer of serenity.

The busiest people were undoubtedly the palace servants. With the flower-viewing banquet approaching, they had countless preparations to make. The flurry of activity was almost welcome.

The Imperial Garden Management Bureau, under the Ministry of Palace Affairs, oversaw the cultivation of flowers and fruits. As the banquet drew near, the garden’s maintenance and upkeep required their utmost attention. Even the slightest oversight could bring disgrace upon the imperial family and cost them their lives.

On the eve of the banquet, Ling Jun lay awake all night, her eyes wide and alert, showing no trace of drowsiness. This is torture… In modern times, she could have taken sleeping pills or supplements. But in this ancient era…

In recent days, Xiao Mei had refrained from inquiring about Ling Jun’s relationship with the Imperial Preceptor. She had indeed proven her loyalty, and Ling Jun had grown closer to her. During their conversations, Xiao Mei repeatedly came close to revealing her past, only to abruptly stop herself.

The thought of tomorrow’s flower viewing party made Ling Jun’s temples throb. She had been subtly questioning the Empress Dowager about Crown Prince Fengyi’s romantic prospects, but the Empress Dowager had consistently avoided the topic. What if the Empress Dowager, desperate to keep Fengyi from marrying a woman from a powerful family, arranged a marriage for her? That couldn’t happen. She needed to devise an escape plan.

As she pondered, drowsiness gradually overcame her, and she drifted off to sleep.

On the day of the flower viewing party, Ling Jun deliberately dressed plainly to avoid drawing attention. She wore no makeup and chose a modest yet dignified pale-colored Shu brocade robe with a diagonal weave, embroidered with hibiscus patterns on the sleeves and hem. A black-gray embroidered sash with floral motifs cinched her waist, and green agate earrings, a gift from Guan Qigui, adorned her ears. Xiao Mei had arranged her cloud-like hair, securing it with a pearl-and-flower hairpin.

The Empress Dowager would undoubtedly attend the flower viewing party, forcing Ling Jun to exercise extreme caution. If the Empress Dowager noticed she wasn’t wearing the hairpin, she would surely be displeased.

The Imperial Garden was a riot of spring colors, each blossom vying for attention as a gentle breeze rippled across the clear pond. The young ladies from noble families competed fiercely, not for material wealth, but to subtly showcase their family’s influence. They hoped to win the Empress Dowager’s favor and catch the eye of one of the Imperial Princes.

Though ostensibly a flower-viewing banquet held in honor of Crown Prince Fengyi, it was merely a pretext for the Empress Dowager to secretly select future consorts for her sons. As for Crown Prince Fengyi himself? Who cared about him?

With the General’s Residence now weakened and Crown Prince Fengyi’s talents yet to be revealed, no one could predict his future prospects. They would cross that bridge when they came to it; the real prize was winning the Empress Dowager’s favor.

Yuchi Yanqing arrived early, taking her place among the young ladies from high-ranking families. Her eyes darted about, searching for someone.

The moment she spotted Crown Prince Fengyi, her eyes lit up and her heart fluttered. She suppressed her nervous excitement, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

Ever since General Kang Sheng and his wife perished at the hands of mountain bandits, Fengyi had been secretly investigating. The deeper he dug, the colder his heart grew. Beyond Dragon-Tiger Mountain, he found nothing. His only recourse was to purchase information from Fragrant Full House.

Fragrant Full House’s intelligence was always accurate. He learned that the incident was connected to an Imperial Prince, though the Pavilion Master couldn’t identify which one. If they show no mercy… then they can’t blame me for showing none in return!

Ling Jun feigned illness, claiming a weak constitution and a persistent cough. After paying her respects to the Empress Dowager, she retreated to a secluded pavilion on the outskirts of the garden.

Guan Qigui spotted her and greeted her before heading off to find Yu Chi Lan.

Yu Chi Lan was already waiting at their agreed-upon meeting place. Seeing her approach, he rotated the Eight Treasures Revolving Heart Teapot, switching between the two teas inside. He poured a cup and handed it to her, his eyes filled with profound meaning as he said, “Young Master Guan, I trust you’ve been well.”

“Your Highness, I trust you’ve been well too,” Guan Qigui replied with a bow. They discussed their plans for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, and before she realized it, she had finished three cups of tea.

Noticing her unguarded drinking, Yu Chi Lan’s eyes gleamed with triumph, barely suppressing the smug curve of his lips.

The air, once calm and clear, grew stiflingly hot. Guan Qigui’s phoenix eyes narrowed, her heart sinking with a sudden premonition. Something’s wrong!

There were no guards or servants nearby; they had dismissed their attendants to discuss their plans in private. With no time to hesitate, she struck Yu Chi Lan unconscious with a swift chop to the neck. Suppressing the drug’s effects, she finally understood what trap she had fallen into.

Prince Lan had drugged her with an aphrodisiac!

A flush crept across Guan Qigui’s face, spreading from her earlobes down her neck, across her back, and all the way to her ankles. Every inch of her felt unbearably hot. As she tried to walk, the sensation grew unbearable. She attempted to circulate her inner energy to expel the drug, but it was too late. Half her bones had already turned to jelly, and she staggered toward Ling Jun’s pavilion, her body floating like a feather.

As Ling Jun approached her pavilion, a eunuch, acting on Yu Chi Lan’s orders, shoved her into Yangchun Lake beside the pavilion and fled.

Yu Chi Lan had planned for Guan Qigui, after being drugged, to be pushed into the lake by a eunuch on her way back. He would then appear to rescue her, giving him an excuse to take her away from the flower viewing party. Once they were alone in a secluded room, he could slowly carry out his scheme. But Guan Qigui had struck him with a palm strike before leaving, rendering him unconscious for the foreseeable future.

Ling Jun witnessed everything. The figure and complexion of the person who had pushed Guan Qigui into the lake were identical to Guan Qigui’s earlier. Realizing something was wrong, she set down her teacup and dove into the lake without hesitation.

Though blind, Ling Jun had been taught by the academy’s headmaster and possessed exceptional natural talent, making her an excellent swimmer. She used her skills to rescue Guan Qigui from the lake, with Xiao Mei waiting to assist them on the shore.

Ling Jun laid Guan Qigui flat on the ground and patted her cheek. “Guan Qigui! Wake up!”

Guan Qigui’s mind was hazy, her body limp from the drug and the cold water. She would remain unconscious for some time.

Seeing Guan Qigui unresponsive and finding no one else around, Ling Jun leaned down and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Sensing someone touching her, Guan Qigui seemed to regain consciousness and clung tightly to the person before her. The touch of lips against hers felt comforting, drawing her closer. As Ling Jun leaned in for another breath, Guan Qigui instinctively extended her tongue.

Xiao Mei, watching from the side, was horrified. She frantically glanced around, terrified someone might witness the scene, a faint blush spreading across her face.

Ling Jun didn’t have time to dwell on it. Sensing Guan Qigui’s apparent return to consciousness, she beckoned Xiao Mei to help her carry the unconscious woman back to Changyang Palace.

Fortunately, Ling Jun had previously feigned illness, so her absence from the flower-viewing gathering wouldn’t raise suspicion.

On the way back to the palace, Ling Jun realized Guan Qigui’s body was burning hot, radiating heat like a winter stove. Frowning, she urgently asked, “Guan Qigui, do you have a cold? Guan Qigui…”

When Guan Qigui didn’t respond, Ling Jun continued calling her name.

But… how could someone unconscious still be groping her so persistently? Ling Jun felt deeply embarrassed by Guan Qigui’s wandering hands. Even though they were both women, she still felt shy about such intimate contact between girls…

“Guan Qigui!” Ling Jun suddenly shuddered, her voice tinged with anger.

This woman! How dare she shamelessly pinch me there?!

Xiao Mei stood to the side, her face flushed, unsure of what to do. This was far beyond what she should be seeing or hearing—utterly mortifying…

Ling Jun pried Guan Qigui’s hand off her, pinning it behind her back to keep her from moving.

After a tumultuous journey, they finally arrived at Changyang Palace. As soon as they entered the boudoir, Ling Jun laid Guan Qigui on her own bed and sent Xiao Mei to fetch a basin of water.

With the door tightly shut, Ling Jun sat on the edge of the bed, watching the restless figure before her. Guan Qigui, unsatisfied, whimpered like a distressed puppy.

Ling Jun turned her head away, unable to bear the sight. This isn’t a fever! It’s more like… lust! Her entire face burned crimson, the heat rising to her chest. The spot where Guan Qigui had pinched her still throbbed faintly.

Sensing someone nearby, Guan Qigui yanked Ling Jun into her arms, pressing them together so tightly that only then did she feel a surge of relief.

Gradually, she grew dissatisfied with mere embraces. Under Ling Jun’s wide, almond-shaped eyes, she launched a fierce assault on her lips.

“Mmm… Guan… uhh…” Ling Jun pushed against her, but she dared not use too much force for fear of hurting the injured woman. She wasn’t stupid; she could guess that Guan Qigui had been drugged. But Guan Qigui’s relentless kisses left her breathless, gradually melting her bones until she could no longer resist.

Xiao Mei had just brought water to the door when she heard the commotion inside. Her head swam, her cheeks flushed crimson, and panic seized her. I… I shouldn’t go in. I’ll wait until the Princess and Young Master are finished. I’ll guard the door and keep anyone from entering.

Inside, the two women were still entangled. Ling Jun finally found a moment to gasp for air, her heart pounding like a trapped bird. The intoxicating woody white tea scent emanating from Guan Qigui filled her senses. This is torture!

Ling Jun tried to sound stern, but the exhaustion from their earlier struggle made her words come out as a plea: “Guan Qigui… snap out of it!”

Guan Qigui seemed to regain some clarity, her expression clearing slightly. She forced out a hoarse whisper, fighting the heat surging through her veins: “I’ve been drugged with an aphrodisiac…”

Hearing this, Ling Jun nodded urgently. “What should we do? Is there an antidote?”

Not only was Guan Qigui’s scent overwhelming Ling Jun, but Ling Jun’s own rich fragrance was driving Guan Qigui to the brink. She weakly pushed against Ling Jun, but her strength failed her. “Go… before I… lose control…”

Ling Jun tried to rise, but Guan Qigui pulled her back down. A pair of glistening, crimson lips curved into a smile. “I’m sorry… Ling Jun…”

Before Ling Jun could react, Guan Qigui’s lips were on hers again, leaving her no time to process what was happening. Still reeling from their earlier encounter, Ling Jun found herself once more trapped by Guan Qigui’s kiss.

Suddenly, Guan Qigui’s right hand slammed against the back of Ling Jun’s head, while her left hand teased at Ling Jun’s waist. Her lips and tongue, both supple and aggressively possessive, robbed Ling Jun of her last shred of rational thought. The burning lips ground against hers, kissing Ling Jun until she felt like a ripe, overripe fruit. Her lips parted slightly, and a glistening trail of saliva slid down her cheek. How utterly humiliating!

When they finally broke apart, Ling Jun gasped for breath, her eyes dazed and panicked. The earrings dangling from her ears fell onto the pillow as Guan Qigui bit down on that ripe, tender flesh.

“Ah… mmm…” What kind of fetish is this?! Ling Jun’s delicate hands clenched the bedsheets beneath her, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

Guan Qigui continued to nibble at her ear, finding even that small part of her body irresistibly delicious.

Under the bright daylight, their clothes lay scattered and disheveled. Ling Jun’s hands were pinned above her head, leaving her helpless to resist.

Just moments ago, Guan Qigui had seemed as soft as boneless flesh. Where did she suddenly find the strength to pin me down like this?!

Guan Qigui’s kisses trailed down from her lips, her passion burning like a blazing fire, yet her devotion was as fervent as that of a worshiper kneeling before a deity.

Her soft embrace, like melted butter, her waist supple enough to sever immortals and mortals alike. Though no heads fall, in secret, she drains your very marrow.

Xiao Mei, listening to the sounds from inside the room, wished she could crawl into a hole and disappear. Guan Qigui… she’s too intense!