Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Early the next morning, there was a polite knock on the door.

Celeste opened the door, where two soldiers stood, their attire unlike that of the country.

They spotted the women's items in the cave and politely smiled, "Hello, our prince is looking for a beautiful princess. May we speak with the lady inside?"

One of the soldiers was holding a pair of crystal shoes, which sparkled in the sunlight.

Ji Chaoxi was immediately drawn to the shoes: "Crystal shoes!"

The soldier's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "You know these are glass slippers?! Could you try them on?"

The soldier next to him whispered, "Hey, calm down. Anyone with eyes can see that these are glass slippers."

His surprise made them both look rather foolish.

"I want to try it! I want to try it!" Ji Chaoxi was incredibly excited.

She hasn't tried on Cinderella's glass slippers yet.

Celeste couldn't understand it; who knows how many people had walked through it, how dirty it was.

But seeing Ji Chaoxi's excited expression, he sighed, helped her put on her socks, and took the soldier's crystal shoes.

"Celeste, nobody wears socks when they wear glass slippers!" Ji Chaoxi looked at Celeste kneeling on one knee in front of her.

Celeste said seriously, "You should wear them. Who knows if the other people have any foot problems?"

Ji Chaoxi hesitated for a moment, as if so many people had passed through.

The soldier at the door quickly interjected, "There's no way they could be sick. We always wash them thoroughly."

"Exactly!"

The crystal shoes were indeed unwearable, but Ji Chaoxi especially liked them because they were sparkly.

The two soldiers left dejectedly with the crystal shoes. They had crossed dozens of mountains, but still couldn't find anyone who could wear them.

Ji Chaoxi sank into the soft bed, her face full of worry, and said, "Celeste, I want glass slippers too."

Celeste, who was cleaning the cave, paused for a moment: "Okay."

Sunlight streamed onto the luxurious terrace, and the Stargazing Pavilion floated above the kingdom. Soldiers stood solemnly on either side of the pavilion, their eyes fixed straight ahead, not daring to look at the fake prince who was carrying a sword and walking onto the terrace.

Because they're afraid that if they watch it, they'll burst out laughing the next second.

Unbeknownst to the fake prince, he had been laughed at by countless people.

At this moment, the fake prince was carrying a heavy sword, his hands trembling as if he was about to drop it on the ground. He walked with difficulty up the steps, his face extremely pale, panting with every step.

He not only looked like the old king, but he also took a deep breath with every step he took, just like the old king, when he went out in the open air.

This should have been the most sacred moment, but the common people below watched the fake prince with calm expressions.

Is it muscle weakness? I can't even lift a heavy sword...

"Prince Celeste has never done this before."

"That's right. Prince Celeste has fought dragons so many times, how could he not be able to lift a heavy sword?"

They were whispering among themselves.

Their prince was the only one in the area who hadn't been kidnapped by the dragon, something everyone was most proud of.

But their proudest achievement is about to disappear...

Because this prince looks like he's about to be captured by the dragon at any moment.

Suddenly a voice rang out from the crowd.

"This can't be a fake Prince Celeste, can it? He doesn't look like Prince Celeste at all."

"Actually, I think so too..."

"When the Pope baptized Prince Celeste, didn't he mention that the prince had a light-colored birthmark on his left shoulder? That was a sign from God!"

"Take off your clothes! Take off your clothes! Take off your clothes!"

The fake prince, who was gritting his teeth and carrying his sword as he walked into the open air, turned pale when he heard someone outside telling him to take off his clothes.

The soldiers' commander seemed oblivious to what was happening; she gestured for the civilians to shut up.

She squinted, observing the faces in the crowd, trying to figure out who was taking advantage of the situation.

But no matter how she tried to suppress it, suspicion had already arisen, and Celeste's unusual behavior during this time had taken deep root in the hearts of all the common people.

Having achieved his goal, Celeste lowered his head and left the crowd.

The veteran soldier was also somewhat excited at the sight. Once the civilians began to doubt the fake prince, things would be much simpler from there.

Flynn looked at Celeste, who was handing him a piece of paper, with a somewhat serious expression.

"Your Highness, I will do my best to complete it."

Although he didn't know what the mission was, he knew it was all for the sake of the kingdom.

Celeste smiled gently at him: "Thank you, Flynn. Just do it the way Cinderella does."

Flynn stared at Celeste, completely bewildered. What Cinderella? What does this have to do with Cinderella?

After Celeste left, Flynn opened the paper, which clearly showed the various angles and dimensions of a pair of crystal shoes, along with a list of which gems from the treasury would be used.

Flynn: ...

Does His Highness actually like glass slippers?

As night fell, a torrential downpour shattered the tranquility of the forest. A deafening clap of thunder echoed through the mountains, and the heavy rain pounded against the leaves.

The rainwater on the ground kept rising, and the glowing mushrooms and grass cried out for help helplessly. The bird was extremely anxious, but the rain was too heavy, and it couldn't fly at all.

The rain outside grew louder and louder. Ji Chaoxi, who was asleep, heard it and slept even more soundly. Today was truly a blissful day.

She was sleeping when she suddenly realized something was wrong. She sat up abruptly and stared blankly at the rain outside the door.

Has she forgotten something?

Suddenly, those beady eyes came to mind.

Ji Chaoxi was so frightened that she immediately got out of bed; her people were about to drown!

She now completely considers the forest her territory.

"Miss Evil Dragon!"

Celeste frowned as she watched Ji Chaoxi rush out, and quickly followed.

When Ji Chaoxi arrived, the glowing mushrooms were already teetering on the brink of collapse due to the floodwater. If the water wasn't drained soon, their roots would rot.

Ignoring the rain, Ji Chaoxi quickly moved the granite that had fallen into the drain. Rainwater streamed down her face, blurring her vision.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of her, helping her move these granite boulders. The beady-eyed man paced anxiously back and forth on the tree branches, almost slipping off in the process.

The drainage ditches were not enough, so Ji Chaoxi painstakingly carved several deep, curved ditches into the ground, following the terrain. The accumulated water finally flowed away, and the creatures on the grass lay listlessly on the ground.

Ji Chaoxi was exhausted. She was panting, her hands were covered in mud, and even the tip of her nose had a dirt mark on it.

"I should have checked the drain earlier," she said, her voice tinged with guilt.

They trusted her so much, yet she never even considered this question.

Celeste looked at the dusty-looking Miss Dragon and carried her back.

"It's normal that Miss Evil Dragon doesn't know these things since she's only recently become a forest priestess."

Ji Chaoxi was overjoyed to hear this title: "Forest Priest? I love this name."

That sounds really high-class, definitely more sophisticated than Miss Dragon.

The fire inside the cave crackled and popped, blocking out some of the sound of the torrential rain outside. Ji Chaoxi lay on the bed after taking a shower, her face flushed from the intense labor and the cold rain.

Celeste paused when she saw her expression. Can dragons get hot too?

He carefully dried her hair, and just then, dragon horns suddenly appeared. Ji Chaoxi felt her head buzzing and had a terrible headache.

Ryukaku unconsciously rubbed her hands on the towel, her voice soft and slightly aggrieved: "My head hurts..."

The dragon horns rubbed against Celeste's palm as if seeking a heat source, instantly relieving the itchiness and finally calming her expression.

Celeste paused, looking at Ji Chaoxi, whose face was flushed. He seemed to have forgotten that she was a real dragon.

And clearly no one told her why, and she seemed completely unaware of the changes in her body.

But then again, considering she's never actually caught a prince, it all makes sense.

He ignored the dragon horns rubbing against his palm and carefully dried her hair.