Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Wei Que's unexpected appearance set off alarm bells in Lin Qinghe's mind. He quickly stepped in front of Su Tang, his frail body shielding her from Wei Que's gaze. He then greeted Wei Que with neither humility nor arrogance.

"Lord Wei."

If Lin Qinghe possessed the elegant air of a scholar, then Wei Que was a handsome and charming young nobleman. Unlike other generals who were burly and imposing, Wei Que was incredibly refined. His features seemed to have been meticulously sculpted, his eyebrows and eyes like a painting. His peach blossom eyes, with their slightly upturned corners, added a touch of charm.

The story of how Shao Yangjunzhu and Wei Que became enemies was quite dramatic. As a child, Wei Que was exceptionally beautiful, almost like a little girl. Shao Yangjunzhu, on the other hand, had always been aloof and rarely impressed. At a banquet one day, for some unknown reason, she insisted on playing with little Wei Que.

But Wei Que was, even as a child, someone who would rather die than embroider flowers and chase butterflies with a little girl. Moreover, he genuinely looked down on the frail Shao Yangjunzhu, who seemed to gasp for breath after taking a few steps. As a result, the two of them clashed. By the time their parents arrived, Shao Yangjunzhu was nearly faint from anger.

Of course, even though she was about to pass out, she still managed to retort. She called Wei Que a girly boy and a sissy. Wei Que, not to be outdone, called her a short-tempered weakling.

Although childhood insults were often forgotten, Shao Yangjunzhu was the beloved daughter of Prince Huainan, a figure equal in status to a princess. She was fragile by nature, and being called a weakling by Wei Que did not sit well with her. She maintained her composure for the sake of appearances, but privately, she distanced herself from him.

The Wei family had their pride and saw no need to force a relationship. Gradually, coupled with their differing political stances, the two families became estranged. Even after Prince Huainan's death and Shao Yangjunzhu's marriage, the feud remained unresolved.

As Wei Que looked at Su Tang sitting behind Lin Qinghe, he gritted his teeth in anger. He had always had a bad temper, and his three years in the Northwest had only made it worse. He had managed to keep his anger in check when his "little dwarf" was around to amuse him, but after the little dwarf's death, everything changed.

As he thought of his old friend, his eyes darkened with a dangerous glint. That good little dwarf, how could he be dead?

He was torn between hating his own uselessness and hating those who had killed his friend. These conflicting emotions made his temper unpredictable. Over the past few years, the Northwest had fallen under his control, and the people there only knew of Marquis Yongchang, not the Emperor.

"Who are you to stop me?"

Lin Qinghe stood his ground. Wei Que was a battle-hardened warrior, his body radiating an aura that could make ordinary people tremble. Yet, Lin Qinghe showed no fear.

"I am nothing, but Shao Yangjunzhu is here. I am afraid that Your Lordship might frighten her."

If it were anyone else, Wei Que's friends might have admired Lin Qinghe's courage. But now, they only felt pity for him.

This young man must have lost his mind from reading too many books. To dare to flirt with Wei Que's wife right in front of him was practically asking for death.

Wei Que found Lin Qinghe's presence irritating and was about to make a move when Su Tang suddenly spoke in a cold voice, "You seem to have become even more beautiful after all these years, Lord Wei."

It was an open secret in the capital that one should never compliment Yongchang on his looks unless they had a death wish.

Su Tang's words were a blatant provocation, and Wei Que chuckled coldly. "Oh? You're still alive after all these years? What a disappointment."

"It's still uncertain who will die first," she replied calmly. She then stood up, brushed off her clothes, and left with her maid without sparing Wei Que another glance. Before leaving, her maid, Mulian, remembered to pull Lin Qinghe along. It would be best for this frail scholar to leave before he ended up dead.

Wei Que watched Su Tang's departing figure. Dressed in plain clothes, she possessed a captivating beauty with her slender waist and graceful movements. She was indeed a rare beauty, but Wei Que hated her frail and delicate appearance. His gaze seemed to want to tear her to pieces. Finally, his friend, unable to bear the tension any longer, intervened, fearing that a domestic violence scene was about to unfold.

"Brother Wei, let's have some drinks, drinks!"

…

After leaving the restaurant, the system, which had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but speak up. "Kid, why did you have to offend the male lead right off the bat? How are you going to continue the mission now?"

Su Tang couldn't help but feel angry when she thought about the ruined pastry. "The pastry feud is irreconcilable!"

The system sighed. "If you want a good life, you have to endure some green on your head. Look, the male lead has endured it. Can't you?"

Enduring it was no longer an option. Fortunately, her maid was somewhat aware that the Junzhu was no longer the picky eater she was in her childhood. After all, three years ago, in order to investigate the death of the old prince, the Junzhu had personally gone to the Northwest, accompanied only by a few hidden guards. She hadn't even taken her maids with her.

Thinking about this, Mulian felt that the Junzhu must have suffered a lot in the past three years. Otherwise, why would she eat so many pastries?

Yes, in their minds, the Junzhu was a fairy from heaven. How could the food of mortals be worthy of her? So, it wasn't that the Junzhu was picky, it was just that she hadn't found food worthy of her!

Su Tang had also spent the past three years in the Northwest. She had only returned a few days earlier than the male lead. After completing her mission, she hadn't bothered with the aftermath. However, only three days had passed in this world since her return. Judging by the weakness of this body, she probably hadn't eaten much in the past three days. Otherwise, Mulian and the others wouldn't have been so worried when she woke up.

When she thought about the look in Wei Que's eyes earlier, Su Tang couldn't help but feel a headache. She asked the system, "Do you think I should divorce Wei Que first? This body has left behind a lot of trouble. It's too much of a headache to deal with."

The system replied coldly, "Then how do you plan to approach him? Use the identity you had in the Northwest?"

Su Tang thought it was feasible. Her previous identity, although seemingly dead, hadn't left a complete corpse. The only problem was how to approach him and come up with a good reason so as not to raise suspicion.

With this thought in mind, her back straightened. Shao Yangjunzhu was not afraid of Wei Que, so there was no need for her to act submissively. She had to continue to act arrogant and domineering within her limited space. Otherwise, how could she live up to her hard work in acting?

As for Lin Qinghe, after being pulled away by Su Tang, his eyes were filled with pity. Such a good Junzhu, how could she be wasted on that brute Yongchang? He had to save the Junzhu from her misery!

"Junzhu, don't worry, although I, Lin Qinghe, am insignificant, I am not a cowardly person. If you are in trouble, I will definitely do my best to help."

Su Tang's lips twitched. She really wasn't that miserable. In the end, Mulian, sensing her mistress's mood, pulled the young scholar aside. Su Tang didn't know what they were talking about.

Contrary to Su Tang's expectations, Wei Que didn't return to the residence late. Instead, he arrived almost at the same time as Su Tang.

It was December, and the weather was already quite cold. However, Wei Que didn't seem to mind as he rode his horse, his cold eyes watching Su Tang get off the carriage.

A gust of cold wind blew past, slightly lifting the curtain of the carriage. A slender, fair hand reached out.

The maid helped her mistress out of the carriage. Under the moonlight, the woman's eyes were half-closed, her face delicate and fair, her figure graceful and slender. She was indeed a rare beauty. Unfortunately, Wei Que didn't like that kind of frail and delicate beauty.

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