Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!-Chapter 91 - 2: The Laid-back Princess Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder (Part 2)

Chapter 91: Chapter 2: The Laid-back Princess Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder (Part 2)

When Murong Dun, the son-in-law, was helping to sort out the relics, he discovered evidence that Jiang Xiong had colluded with several military officers at court to harm the Prince Consort and the Princess.

Once the evidence surfaced, it not only confirmed the Prince Consort’s wrongful accusations but also implicated the Second Prince in an attempt to rebel with irrefutable evidence.

The Second Prince was Jiang Xiong’s grandson through his daughter, Princess Consort Liang’s son, and one of the contenders for the throne.

After Jiang Xiong’s death, his reputation was utterly ruined. He was found guilty of colluding with external factions, embezzling and taking bribes. Additionally, his treacherous ambitions and intention to rebel were major crimes that led to the execution of dozens of people from the Jiang Family.

Except for Jiang Lai, because she was no longer part of the Jiang Family. This time, it was also due to her husband Murong Dun’s achievements, so she escaped death. However, without the backing of her natal family and as the daughter of a criminal minister, Murong Dun wasted no time in divorcing her.

A shamed woman cast away, Jiang Lai with nowhere to turn, fell into despair and, after being violated by a group of beggars on the streets, drowned herself in the river.

Her life was short, marrying at eighteen and being abandoned at twenty. What should have been a life of pampered luxury ended in family ruin and death, leaving her as a disgraceful daughter of a criminal minister, spoken ill of.

As for the heroine Luoyang, it was only after regaining her title that she realized that someone else was truly responsible for harming her mother; Jiang Xiong was merely an Eye-blocking Technique.

Luoyang felt little guilt, certain that Jiang Xiong did indeed have rebellious intentions. After all, the evidence was clear; he was undeniably a traitorous minister and needed no pity.

As for Jiang Lai, she was a pampered flower raised on the people’s sweat and toil. Without her father’s protection, she would wither sooner or later.

Thus, the heroine continued her quest to find the real culprits behind her parents’ downfall, eventually climbing to the pinnacle of power with the help of many allies. Along the way, she met the most powerful and exceptional man on earth, Emperor Xiu of Chu.

They fell in love and fought against each other, joining forces as equals, ultimately unifying the small countries and becoming the Monarch and Monarchess of the world.

In Luoyang’s story, Jiang Lai was merely a small pawn in the early stages of the heroine’s growth journey, not even Murong Dun only counted as the male lead in the early stages.

The heroine, of course, had to be matched with the most powerful man in the world. In the end, Murong Dun, the loyal follower, lived alone remembering her, unable to let go.

"The storyline is very clear, a small pawn, have you finished reading it?"

"Yes, I’ve finished reading it. What about the tasks?"

"There are two tasks in total. The first is to win Murong Dun’s love, making him taste the pain of unrequited love.

The second is to protect the Jiang Family, ensuring your parents, sister, and brother are all safe and sound."

These were the original character’s wishes as a pawn.

Jiang Lai nodded, stretched her neck, lifted the curtain as they were about to arrive, when suddenly the sedan chair stopped abruptly, nearly causing her neck to be weighed down by the gold hairpins and silver crowns on her head.

"What’s the matter?"

The nanny replied loudly from outside.

"It’s nothing, miss, just a little beggar stumbled into the horse in front."

Jiang Lai lifted her veil directly and opened the curtain to look outside, taking the opportunity to inhale a few breaths of fresh air to avoid suffocating in the sedan before reaching her destination.

In front of the carriage lay a disheveled beggar, who seemed to be a cripple, struggling to get up with a visibly empty trouser leg, appearing particularly pitiful and bleak.

The beggar glanced up at her, and Jiang Lai frowned.

"Give him some money to send him to the clinic, let’s go, don’t waste time."

"Oh, Miss, you can’t reveal your face now, it’s bad luck, bad luck!"

"What’s bad about it? Keep the curtain up like this for me, it’s stifling me."

Jiang Lai tugged at her collar, feeling much more comfortable.

At the entrance of the Prince Mansion, looking up at the grand and imposing lintel, it was evident how much Jiang Xiong cherished this daughter. The rewards he earned through life and death, which he couldn’t bear to live in himself, were directly given to Jiang Lai as dowry.

Having arrived, Jiang Lai put her veil back on, stepped over the fire basin, and completed the wedding ceremony. The hand that held hers maintained a tense state throughout, clearly very unwilling.

On the wedding night, sure enough, Murong Dun did not return. Knowing the plot ahead of time, Jiang Lai did not waste time waiting for her. She had the heavily adorned hairdo undone, removed the cumbersome attire, took a comfortable bath and washed her hair, then, along with her dowry maid, she drank some wine and, slightly tipsy, went to sleep.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Jiang Lai woke up.

Lying in bed, she was dazed for a long time at the moment of opening her eyes, never expecting she could wake up so early.

Up she got, served by her maid Xiao Lian in washing and dressing, grooming and adorning herself.

"I’ll draw my eyebrows myself, you go to the cupboard and get some pieces of silver to give to the kitchen steward, asking him to bring me some porridge?"

Xiao Lian obediently nodded, handing the charcoal pencil to Jiang Lai before leaving.

The woman in the mirror had features that were not particularly striking but comforting, like a homey beauty. After all, she was just a pawn without the need for stunning beauty.

This look was still thanks to Little Buding giving her a "double beauty" skill, otherwise, in the end, she would have been an ordinary person, the kind that wouldn’t draw a second glance on the street.

Jiang Lai hummed a tune, using the charcoal pencil to archly draw her eyebrows.

Makeup was, after all, about highlighting strengths and downplaying weaknesses. The original character’s face was somewhat round, so the eyebrow shape needed to be fine and curved to complement her face. After the charcoal was set down, the woman in the mirror had almond eyes and thin eyebrows, cheeks creamy white, lips bright as peach, transforming plain features into coy and gentle ones with slight embellishment.

Finally, Jiang Lai chose a robe embellished with large red peonies and smoky sapphire veils, with a vexingly long pink daffodil skirt. Her waist was cinched with a slender silk ribbon, presenting an elegant and slim figure.

At that moment, Xiao Cui came, carrying porridge from the kitchen.

"Let’s go, time to serve tea."

When Jiang Lai went to serve tea, the old madam had just woken up, sipping the tea brought by her daughter-in-law, noting her gentle and meticulous demeanor with approval.

"Why are you alone?"

"My husband drank a bit more last night and hasn’t sobered up yet."

The old madam frowned slightly.

Because she had been in the palace for a long time, she cared about these etiquettes and was surprised that even though the daughter-in-law was here, the head of the household was still asleep.

"You can go back, tell someone to cook something to sober him up and have him come to me once he’s awake."

Jiang Lai nodded, receiving a jade bracelet before leaving, as a sign of the old madam’s recognition of her as a daughter-in-law.

Looking at the bracelet in her hand, Jiang Lai smiled. Upon returning, she saw Murong Dun standing at the door.

He had a stern expression, lips tightly pressed, appearing very impatient. As one of the male protagonists alongside the heroine, naturally Murong Dun was good-looking, with refined features and a commanding presence.