Quick Transmigration: Vicious Female Side Character Role-play Plan

The New Year’s Eve Banquet is the most grand feast in the imperial palace throughout the year.

In the eyes of the other concubines, Jiang Jieyu, who had been claiming illness and not appearing for a whole month, suddenly showed up in front of everyone like a flash in the pan. Her face was rosy and healthy. Among so many concubines present, who could look healthier than her?!

They all understood what was going on.

Concubine Qiao said sarcastically, “Oh, Jiang Jieyu, have you recovered? Don’t catch a chill today and fall ill for another month.”

Jiang Xin Ren covered her mouth and coughed in a fake manner,

“Thank you, sister, for your concern. With your thoughtfulness, I’m sure my health will improve right away.”

Concubine Qiao’s face instantly darkened. Looking at that innocent-looking face, she wished she could scratch two bloody marks on it.

After the grace of saving the Emperor during the winter hunt, the Emperor was very touched.

After promoting her rank upon returning to the palace, he even held her hand affectionately and promised,

“Beloved concubine, I will not let you suffer any more grievances.”

No matter how much she didn’t take it to heart, she still shyly smiled and accepted this “sincere” affection.

So thanks to the Emperor’s muddled head, Jiang Xin Ren was promoted to the rank of Jieyu, and the short-term task was thus resolved.

Compared to her good fortune, Consort De suffered a miserable fate.

Fighting for favor was one thing, but she even implicated His Majesty. If Jiang Xin Ren hadn’t protected him in time, the Emperor might have charged her with the crime of attempted murder.

After returning to the palace, she was demoted to Li Zhaoyi. The more glorious Jiang Xin Ren was, the more miserable she became, which made her secretly hate Jiang Xin Ren and deepened her desire to eliminate her.

Regardless of what they thought in their mouths and hearts, on the surface, they still appeared close and harmonious.

The Emperor sat on the high seat, drank a few cups, and felt happy. He raised his wine cup and said, “Jing Mu, I toast you a cup.”

There was always this cup of wine at the New Year’s Eve Banquet every year. The others sighed that the Prime Minister still enjoyed the Emperor’s favor but also regretted that the Prime Minister was not interested in women and couldn’t form a marriage alliance.

Zhuang He Ming stood up and downed the wine in one go. “Thank you for Your Majesty’s favor.”

Jiang Xin Ren watched him with interest, her gaze direct and unrestrained. She had the intention of admiring him, but unexpectedly…

Their eyes met.

Those eyes, always cold and emotionless, intertwined with hers for a moment, then pretended as if nothing had happened and sat back down.

Jiang Xin Ren couldn’t help but smile.

[Host, you, you haven’t fallen for him, have you?]

086 had been obediently pretending it didn’t exist since being scolded last time.

But today, seeing the exchange of glances between the two, it couldn’t sit still no matter what and asked in trepidation.

“I haven’t done anything,” Jiang Xin Ren said innocently. “I am a palace consort, and he is a court official. We have no chance.”

She thought he was indeed very exciting, given his appearance, temperament, and mesmerizing manner.

After Zhuang He Ming, a few more officials received this honor and were all grateful to tears, downing the wine in one gulp.

Huai Ying saw that the young mistress’ father was also among them and said happily, “Young mistress, young mistress, your father also received the Emperor’s toast!”

However, she didn’t see the young mistress respond, as if she was still in a daze. She found it a bit strange and said, “What’s wrong with the young mistress? Are you feeling unwell?”

Zhao Yue Li came back to her senses and forced a smile. “It’s nothing, just a momentary distraction.”

With that said, she picked up the wine cup in front of her to conceal her distorted expression.

Before her death, her eyes were filled with emptiness and desolation. When she opened them again, there was joyous laughter, singing, and dancing. She thought it was a pre-death hallucination until Huai Ying spoke to her.

She had been reborn!

After being framed by Consort De and thrown into the cold palace, she was then poisoned to death by her. She didn’t know how much resentment she had in her heart.

She hated Consort De for being ruthless, and she hated the Empress for having a Buddha’s mouth but a snake’s heart.

Now, this was the New Year’s Eve Banquet. She couldn’t lose composure.

Zhao Yue Li took a deep breath and tightly clutched her skirt, accidentally touching a hard object.

She was startled and opened her palm to take a look. It was the pouch she had spent months embroidering with love and longing, intending to present it to His Majesty.

The insignificant pouch contained all her love and affection.

She bit her lip, holding back the tears that were about to fall, biting so hard that her lip bled, filling her mouth with the taste of blood.

She hated Consort De, hated the Empress, and hated his heartlessness even more.

Childhood sweethearts, innocent playmates.

When he was still a prince, he held her hand and vowed, “Yue Li, in the future, you will be my wife, and I will protect you.”

Before the warmth of the promise faded, she had died in his rear palace.

Mao Xun, Mao Xun!

She lowered her head, suppressing all her emotions in her heart.

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Halfway through the night banquet, Jiang Xin Ren couldn’t sit still any longer. She found an excuse, saying that her body hadn’t fully recovered, and took her leave first.

Qiu Ye supported her and asked, “Mistress, do you still want to go to that cool pavilion?”

“Yes, let’s go there,” Jiang Xin Ren didn’t want to be cooped up in the room either. “Bring me a pot of wine too.”

The two of them passed through the Imperial Garden, passed the plum forest, and walked along a rarely trodden path into the bamboo grove. In this bamboo grove, there was a hidden cool pavilion.

This was built by the previous emperor for a concubine who loved bamboo. But not long after, that favored concubine contracted a mental illness and died in this bamboo grove.

Everyone in the palace said that there was something unclean in this grove. As time passed, no one ever came here again.

Jiang Xin Ren had accidentally discovered this place, had someone clean the pavilion, and surrounded it with red-tinged curtains to block the cold wind. She lit a warm stove and had been staying here for the past month while claiming to be ill.

Today was the New Year’s Eve Banquet, and the palace servants were all busy in the front, so there was no need to worry about anyone coming here.

Qiu Ye brought over the warmed wine and quietly withdrew, going to the side of the bamboo grove to keep watch, lest someone barged in and disturbed the mistress.

Jiang Xin Ren felt uncomfortable at the banquet, finding it too noisy. Coming here, with the surroundings quiet and only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves, her mood greatly improved.

She poured herself a cup of wine and slowly sipped it while leaning against the railing.

“Today, the female lead will be reborn. I wonder what her personality will be like.”

She tilted her head back and downed the wine in one gulp. The unfinished wine flowed down her chin, down her neck, and to her chest.

“What’s so good about being an empress? It’s better to be the empress dowager.”

She drank three cups in a row and was already a bit drunk, her body also feeling hot. She carelessly took off her vermilion silver-patterned overcoat and lazily sprawled on the small table, her cheeks flushed.

As the alcohol went to her head, she felt a bit drowsy. In the half-open and half-closed state of her beautiful eyes, besides the quiet rustling of the bamboo leaves, there was also a faint sound of footsteps.

Step by step, very slow, but indeed coming towards the pavilion.

Jiang Xin Ren thought it was Qiu Ye and quietly waited for her to speak.

But after a long time, even when the person stopped in front of the pavilion, no sound was made.

It wasn’t Qiu Ye.

She forced herself to sit up and squinted her eyes to look outside.

The wind blew the thin gauze curtain, lifting a corner, and she saw clearly the official robe on that person’s body. Among all the civil and military officials in the court, only one person could wear it:

The scarlet crane robe.