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

Zhou Chengyuan looked at his mother in shock, wanting to tell her to stop making a fuss, but his mother had already changed her clothes and dragged him out of the city.

"Mother, this is really serious, I'm not joking with you."

"I'm not joking with you."

They've already done the calculations, isn't this just utter nonsense?

"Go quickly, or things might change if you delay."

Zhou Chengyuan's expression changed. Urged on by Yao Feiran, he quickly led his men to Yuequan Village.

When Yao Feiran arrived at Yuequan Village, Zhou Chengyuan asked several people, but no one had discovered any news of Prince Li. He couldn't help but show a look of dejection.

"Mother, please don't believe in superstitions anymore."

Although Zhou Chengyuan was disappointed, he did not blame Yao Feiran. After all, finding someone was like finding a needle in a haystack, and others were also searching along the way; it wasn't just his group.

Yao Feiran walked directly to the end of the village, where an ordinary house came into view.

Yao Feiran pushed open the door and rushed in. A woman dressed in a gray-white linen dress looked at Yao Feiran in a panic.

"Madam, who are you?"

Zhou Chengyuan followed him in and immediately saw the man lying on the straw mat. His pupils contracted, and he recognized the man as Prince Li.

Yao Feiran pushed the woman away and took Prince Li's pulse for a while. She found that he had injured his head, but the problem wasn't serious. However, without timely treatment, he might suffer from amnesia for a short period of time.

She considered various scenarios in her mind. Could it be another story about a peasant girl saving a nobleman and eventually marrying him to achieve the pinnacle of life? The Prince Li already has wives and concubines; this won't do.

The woman pushed Yao Feiran and the other woman aside, standing in front of Prince Li: "What do you want?"

Zhou Chengyuan frowned as he looked at the woman, then at the Prince's rough bandages, seemingly unconcerned about infection. Displeased, he asked, "Young lady, did you save the Prince? Why wasn't anyone searching before?"

The woman was overjoyed; this man was actually a prince. She said calmly, "I wanted to save him. There were indeed people searching before, and I hid him. Those people didn't look like good people."

Yao Feiran thought to herself, "What do you mean 'not a good person'? It's all because the government is making a big fuss about searching for him, and they've even posted notices saying he's a nobleman from the capital. Any normal person would inform the government."

"Girl, you just left the prince in a room like this, bandaging him with these burlap sacks, without even taking him to a doctor?"

Zhou Chengyuan was speechless. It was incredibly lucky that Prince Li could survive like that.

The woman blushed slightly, seemingly without a reason, and could only murmur that she had saved him, and that the man would have died long ago if it weren't for her.

Yao Feiran sat down beside him, took out her acupuncture needles and some veils, and prepared to re-treat Prince Li's wounds.

The woman stepped forward and said, "What are you doing? I'm the one who saved this young master."

"Girl, I won't steal your credit; I'll reward you in due time."

Yao Feiran immediately noticed the woman's worried expression. She wasn't worried about Prince Li's injuries, but rather that her credit would be stolen.

Zhou Chengyuan realized what was happening and ordered his men to drag the woman away. As they were being pulled away, she continued to shout, "I saved this young master! Are you trying to pretend to be his savior?"

"......."

"Mom, what are you doing? I didn't know you studied medicine?"

The more Zhou Chengyuan looked at his mother, the more mysterious she seemed. Not only did she possess martial arts skills, but she could also calculate birth charts, and now she even knew medicine.

"There's a lot you don't know. You could study it your whole life and still not understand. Just watch from the sidelines and don't bother me."

Prince Li must not lose his memory. After Yao Feiran treated the wound again, she stimulated Prince Li's acupoints with acupuncture and then had someone brew medicine. After an hour of this, Prince Li's eyelids twitched slightly and he finally opened his eyes.

When he saw Zhou Chengyuan, his eyes were filled with excitement, but he was too weak to speak due to his severe exhaustion: "Chengyuan, did you save me?"

Just as Zhou Chengyuan was about to say something, the woman rushed in: "Young master, you fell off the cliff, and I brought you back."

The people around him fell silent instantly. Although King Li was unconscious, he vaguely remembered something. This woman had saved him and dragged him back by herself. Because no one helped him, he had hit his head and was bleeding. She even used rough burlap to wipe his wound. At that time, his consciousness was in a daze. It wasn't until today, when his mind began to clear, that he remembered who he was.

King Li's expression was indifferent: "I understand."

The woman looked smug: "I made you a special bowl of chicken. Are you hungry now? I'll bring it to you."

Yao Feiran said, "Your Highness, you are too weak to take any more nourishment right now. Please have some porridge first."

The woman looked embarrassed, thinking that Yao Feiran was deliberately blocking her way. Her face showed some anger. Everyone present could read between the lines, but they were too lazy to talk to her.

Seeing that no one spoke, the woman stomped her foot and stormed off.

King Li's expression was cold. He recalled his years of fighting on the border, only to be ambushed, and most likely by his own brothers. He felt a surge of resentment.

"Thank you so much, Madam Zhou, for saving my life."

After regaining his memories, Prince Li felt a sense of relief in his body and knew that it was all Yao Feiran's doing.

"Your Highness flatters me."

Seeing that the two were about to say something, Yao Feiran turned and left the house, while the woman kept looking around outside.

Upon seeing Yao Feiran approach, she gave her an unfriendly look, feeling that Yao Feiran had just stolen her opportunity.

Yao Feiran was too lazy to talk to this kind of person, so she sat on a stool not far away and waited.

At this moment, the woman stepped forward and asked, "Madam, is that young master truly a prince?"

"Yes, he is a prince. Don't worry, young lady, he won't refuse to pay you."

"I didn't save him for the money," she muttered, seemingly dissatisfied with the word "reward."

"What does that girl want?"

The woman hesitated for a long time before asking, "Is he married?"

"He has a principal wife and five concubines, and three children. If a young lady were to marry into his household, she could at most become a concubine."

"I saved him, why can't I be his principal wife?"

That's how it is in novels; no matter how high the other person's status, they are not only married as the principal wife, but also...

"You want the prince to depose his principal wife and marry you?" Yao Feiran's eyes were cold: "Then you should tell the prince yourself that I cannot make decisions for him."

If King Li were to do something absurd for this woman, then he would be a ruined king.

Seeing Yao Feiran's cold expression, the woman was also unconvinced. She was beautiful and had transmigrated from another era, so what did these natives have to look down on her for?

"This person's soul should not belong to this era."

Yao Feiran understood. Could it be that she had traveled from the future? But that was none of her business anymore.