Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Die a Natural Death

The woman was brought over by Wang Cheng. Her eyes were filled with humiliation, and her veil had been torn off by Zhou Ci.

"Miss Song, back in the day, you were a renowned talented woman in the capital. I never imagined you would end up like this. It's truly a pity."

Zhou Ci lightly touched Song Zhiyue's cheek and said, "Your Highness, do you know who she is? She was originally Song Zhiyue, the legitimate daughter of the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review. Back then, Song Ze even reported to His Majesty that I had forcibly taken a woman from the street. However, Song Ze was not a good person either. He embezzled and accepted bribes of hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, causing countless wrongful convictions."

Chen Zhaoche finally understood that Zhou Ci was just using his name to vent his personal desires. Song Ze was once the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review. When he first took office, he was incorruptible and dared to offend powerful people. However, over time he was corrupted by officialdom and began to embezzle and accept bribes, slandering many people. In the end, he was beheaded by his father, the emperor, and the women in his household became prostitutes.

Song Zhiyue's eyes were brimming with tears: "I beg you gentlemen to spare this servant. My father has already received the punishment he deserved for what he did. This servant only asks to live on."

Sensing Song Zhiyue's resistance, Zhou Ci sneered and slapped her across the face: "What are you pretending to be, a virtuous and chaste woman? Sooner or later you'll be sleeping with thousands!"

"Enough, Zhou Ci, did you bring me here just to make things difficult for a woman?" Chen Zhaoche was furious and pushed him away, shielding Song Zhiyue behind him.

Zhou Ci quickly changed his expression: "Your Highness, have you taken a fancy to it? If so, I won't compete with you."

Seeing Song Zhiyue's frightened expression, her frail body pressed tightly against Chen Zhaoche, Chen Zhaoche felt a pang of pity. Just as he was about to say something, the door to the private room shattered instantly.

Fourth Sister.

When Chen Zhaoche saw Yao Feiran, his body trembled involuntarily, and he moved away from Song Zhiyue.

"Third Brother, you actually came to the brothel, you've got some nerve."

Zhou Ci recognized the Fourth Princess and quickly said, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince is very busy with official duties. It's fine for him to relax occasionally. As his sister, why are you so strict with him?"

Yao Feiran lashed out with her whip, which exploded on the table just one centimeter away from Zhou Ci, shattering the table into pieces instantly.

"You have no right to gossip about what happened between my third brother and me. If you don't want me to complain to the Empress Dowager, shut your stinking mouth!"

Chen Zhaoche's lips twitched. Sometimes he really admired his sister's uninhibited way of speaking.

"Come with me."

Chen Zhaoche hesitated for a moment: "Fourth Sister, this woman is very pitiful. Can I take her with me?"

Yao Feiran thought to herself, "Song Zhiyue's pitiful appearance is really a great way to attract men."

"no."

Song Zhiyue could clearly see that Chen Zhaoche was listening to his younger sister, and her expression changed slightly. A hint of displeasure welled up in her heart. She had finally had a chance to escape the den of demons, so how could she give up this hard-won opportunity?

"Your Highness, Fourth Princess, I will definitely behave myself and will not affect His Highness the Crown Prince. I beg Your Highness to grant my request." Song Zhiyue's face was full of bitterness, and tears fell one by one. "I really have no other choice. You are of noble birth, and only you can save me. Otherwise, I don't know when I would lose my life."

As she spoke, Song Zhiyue's collar fell down, revealing whip marks on it.

Chen Zhaoche then showed a look of pity: "Fourth Sister, I will talk to Mother about it properly when the time comes."

Yao Feiran rolled her eyes at him: "You pity her? Do you know there are plenty of women like her in the brothel? You have neither the ability nor the right to save them. It's one thing that you had a fleeting affair with her, but you even want to take her back to the palace. Miss Lu was already looking for faults with you. Are you just handing someone else leverage over you?"

"She's just a woman, I'm not going to take her as a concubine, so what kind of leverage is that?"

Yao Feiran thought to herself: This is the woman. In the original plot, Chen Zhaoche was determined to make her the Crown Prince's concubine, and after ascending the throne, he wanted to make her the Empress.

"Why am I arguing with you about this, Fourth Brother? My only responsibility today is to take you back to the palace. I haven't stretched my muscles in a long time, so let's have a spar tonight."

Chen Zhaoche: "......."

Seeing that Chen Zhaoche seemed to have given up on taking Song Zhiyue away, Zhou Ci's eyes darkened slightly: "I didn't expect Your Highness to be afraid of your own sister."

Seeing that Zhou Ci still wanted to sow discord, Yao Feiran mocked, "Lord Zhou, it seems you're quite poor. Miss Lu can still bribe you with silver. Does your family control your money?"

"This humble servant does not know what Your Highness is saying."

Zhou Ci looked guilty, and Chen Zhaoche instantly understood something. It turned out that Lu Shuyun was the one who deliberately lured him here.

No matter how much Song Zhiyue pleaded, Chen Zhaoche didn't dare to fall for her tricks and left the brothel with Yao Feiran.

"Fourth Sister, what do you mean? Zhou Ci is the Empress Dowager's grand-nephew, how could he possibly be bribed by Lu Shuyun?"

"You're incorrigible, you've fallen for a pretty face." Yao Feiran rolled her eyes. "Zhou Ci is a spoiled brat who loves to eat, drink, and have fun. The Zhou family has long restricted his spending, which is why Lu Shuyun bribed him."

"Even if I bring Song Zhiyue back, so what? Am I, the Crown Prince, supposed to remain chaste for the Crown Princess?"

"Your position as Crown Prince is about to be in jeopardy, so keep a low profile. Even if you lose your status, you must at least preserve your reputation, or you'll implicate me, and I'll kill you."

Yao Feiran couldn't help but punch him. Chen Zhaoche hadn't been punched in a long time and felt that his younger sister wasn't so scary anymore. Maybe it was because he was too thin when he was young. But the next second...

Crack! Chen Zhaoche's face contorted in pain; he almost got sent to his death by that punch.

As the wedding date approached, Yao Feiran stayed with Chen Zhaoche to prevent him from being plotted against. Later, the second prince was granted the title of king and established his own residence outside the palace. All the princes and princesses came out of the palace to congratulate him.

Chen Zhaoche also left the palace, followed by Yao Feiran.

She followed Chen Zhaoche into the Prince Chen's residence, presented her gifts, and then watched them exchange pleasantries with a bored expression. Unexpectedly, Lu Shuyun also came over. Chen Zhaoche gave her a disgusted look, and anyone with eyes could see that the relationship between the two was obvious.

Lu Shuyun's expression remained unchanged. She was attending the banquet as the future Crown Princess and had even brought a gift. Princess Chen could only welcome her with a smile.

During the banquet, Lu Shuyun sat next to Chen Zhaoche. Soon, Lu Zhaoche became drunk. After a while, he wanted to go to the toilet, but Yao Feiran stopped him.

"What do you need? I need to use the restroom."

Chen Zhaoche still had a sliver of consciousness left, and he was feeling dizzy. Yao Feiran took out a black pill and put it directly into Chen Zhaoche's mouth. The pill quickly went down his throat, and Chen Zhaoche felt nauseous and almost vomited. His spirits immediately returned.

"What did you give me to eat?"

"shit."

After hearing this, Chen Zhaoche ran out and vomited, while Lu Shuyun's face turned pale.