Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

Jiang Rangrang ran out of points after buying all the pills. She looked at the other things she wanted but couldn't afford them, so she decided not to rest and went back into the mission world.

This world is a personification of the novel "The Deposed Crown Prince's Forbidden Love," and the male protagonist is still a yandere.

However, this seemingly useless crown prince protagonist isn't truly useless; he's just pretending to be weak while actually being strong. He's not useless in the middle of the story, and he eventually ascends the throne.

The female lead is a palace maid who hides her appearance and plans to leave the palace when she reaches a certain age.

The story begins with a palace maid running near the Cold Palace, hoping to let her long-disguised face breathe, but the male protagonist unexpectedly sees her true face.

The male protagonist was amazed by her appearance, but what moved him the most was her clear eyes.

So the female protagonist was doing well growing flowers, but suddenly she went from being a palace maid in charge of the garden to a palace maid in the cold palace.

The female protagonist is dutiful and, although she finds the deposed crown prince handsome and polite, she never fantasizes about having anything to do with him and is single-mindedly focused on leaving the palace.

Seeing that the man had no interest in him, the deposed crown prince decisively seized the property by force.

Caught off guard, the female protagonist felt weak all over after drinking a bowl of tea, and was thus forced into love by the deposed crown prince.

Then it's just another chase and escape story. In these kinds of stories where the male lead is a yandere, the female lead always has to run away. If they don't cause some trouble, both of them will be half dead and there won't be a happy ending.

Jiang Rangrang stated that she will continue to choose the simple mode in this world: just act and be done with it. Why would she actually run away? Anyway, she won't run away.

Jiang Rangrang's arrival marks the beginning of the story. She wore a narrow-sleeved turquoise top and a matching pleated long skirt, with her hair styled in two buns.

Standard palace maid attire.

Seventeen years old is no longer considered a young girl in this era, because in this era, fifteen years old is the age of coming of age and one can get married.

Guided by 888, she walked along the path from the flower room to the dilapidated Cold Palace.

There is a huge acacia tree here, and under the tree is a small stone table and two stone stools, one of which is intact and the other is lying over.

Jiang Rangrang showed no disgust, wiped the dust off with a handkerchief, put the basket on the table, and sat down.

Then he took out a small bronze mirror from the basket, then took out a bamboo tube, took out the ointment inside, applied it to his face and rubbed it in, and then took out a handkerchief to wipe away the large yellow-black spots on his face.

A fair-skinned face was exposed to the sunlight and to Xiao Huaiyan's gaze.

His first reaction was—

She was very clever; as a palace maid, excessive beauty was certainly not a good thing.

My second reaction was—

It suited my taste, especially those eyes, which were as clear as the finest amber and glass.

I can't imagine how beautiful those eyes would be if they were filled with tears that were about to fall.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Then he was completely shocked.

What is he doing? Has he taken a fancy to a palace maid? Or is it love at first sight?

Xiao Huaiyan was there questioning the meaning of life.

Jiang Rangrang, after a moment of stunned silence, thought: [888, did he notice me? This stone stool is so hard, I can't sit still.]

She enjoyed a life of luxury in her past life, and now she knows how to enjoy it even more, refusing to suffer, starting with herself.

[Found him! He's watching the host from the rooftop across the street.]

[Good thing you found it. I have to go now, it's uncomfortable on my butt.]

Jiang Rangrang held up the bronze mirror and painted her disguise back on. It was an unknown ancestral medicine that, once applied to her face and dried, would turn into large patches of discoloration.

He fanned himself to make sure it was dry, looked in the mirror and was quite satisfied, then walked away.

Once the male lead takes the bait, he won't suffer any more hardship.

The greenhouse was quiet in the afternoon, with a few bees buzzing around the flowers. Jiang Rangrang thoroughly watered several pots of orchids and moved them to the window to bask in the sun.

She's finishing her last half-day of work; she'll be leaving tomorrow. She may be lazy, but she's very responsible—at least she's very accountable for her duties.

Jiang Rangrang sighed as she went to bed that night, unable to sleep.

It was her first time sleeping in a shared room, and she wasn't used to having someone next to her while she slept.

This is why, in her original world, while others spent very little money sharing a place, she was willing to spend a third of her salary on rent each month.

She can't sleep!

The next morning, a strange aunt in charge arrived. She spoke to the aunt in charge of the flower room first, and then went straight to her.

She was a middle-aged woman around forty years old, with deep crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and a sharp gaze that seemed to see through everything.

"Jiang Rangrang, is that right?"

Jiang Rangrang was so sleepy she wanted to sleep standing up. When she heard someone calling her, she looked up in confusion.

"it's me."

"Pack your things. From today onwards, you will serve in the Cold Palace."

Several palace maids who were tending to the flowers and plants around her stopped what they were doing and looked at her, clearly very surprised.

In the original novel, she was described as being very good at growing orchids. Her colleagues thought that her sudden transfer to a cold palace must mean she had done something wrong and was being punished.

Jiang Rangrang straightened up and started acting. She suddenly looked up, almost dropping the watering can, her face showing just the right amount of panic:

"Auntie, why are you sending me to the cold palace? What did I do wrong?"

The head maid took two steps closer with a gentle expression, but subtly looked her up and down before revealing a hint of confusion on her face.

Jiang Rangrang noticed this, but continued to maintain his persona, watching her anxiously and nervously.

"Sometimes what you think is a bad thing may not be a bad thing at all. Come with me." After saying this, the head maid looked away, clearly not intending to say anything more.

Jiang Rangrang pretended to be disappointed and went back to her room to pack her things, but in reality, she almost couldn't help but laugh.

The original text specifically mentioned that a single room would be arranged, which is great! She won't have to suffer from insomnia anymore; she was really sleepy.

Following that aunt all the way to the Cold Palace, she pushed open the door of a side hall: "You'll live here from now on."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble, Auntie."

Jiang Rangrang thanked him very politely, and when he stepped inside, his eyes lit up for a moment, but then he immediately suppressed them.

The room was more organized than she had expected, fully furnished, and clean.

Most importantly, she can have her own room now!

Compared to the previous shabby dormitory where more than a dozen people were crammed together and you had to listen to others grinding their teeth and snoring in the middle of the night, this was practically a mansion.

"Auntie, what kind of work do I need to do? I only know how to grow orchids."

Jiang Rangrang asked somewhat nervously.

Steward Wang turned around and said, "I almost forgot to tell you that you should go to the Imperial Kitchen to fetch your meals at 7:00 AM, 1:00 PM, and 5:00 PM every day and deliver them to the Cold Palace."

"Just delivering food?"

Jiang Rangrang blinked, her tone somewhat incredulous, after all, this job was considered incredibly leisurely in the palace.

"Yes, we'll just deliver the food."

Manager Wang repeated it again, then looked at her with that meaningful gaze, finally ending with a puzzled expression.

"Work hard, and remember, what you think is bad may not be bad."

Seeing that the ugly girl was honest and unassuming, Manager Wang reminded her again.

"I see."

After seeing off the head aunt, Jiang Rangrang closed the door and let out a long sigh of relief.