Transmigrated as the Villainess, Troubled by the Cuteness!-Chapter 162 - 143: Wuhu_2

In these plots, the Princess is beautiful, intelligent, and charming, but there’s never any mention of her being brutal.

Asked the system, the system always says it’s a normal deviation, instructing to find a way to complete tasks and gain the favorability of the destined girl. But now, seeing the situation, the system is fundamentally unreliable. Moreover, he’s always felt that his system doesn’t quite like him.

Bai Lun’s mouth was constantly bleeding, unable to speak normally, trying to fight for his benefit but could only utter sounds like ah, ah, ah.

Fu Xuan heard the commotion and glanced back at Bai Lun, noticing his pale complexion and the blood continuously pouring from his mouth, as if he might faint at any moment.

Click, this person definitely can’t die. If he dies, sister will surely find trouble with him.

"Go, get a doctor."

Bai Lun’s ears twitched upon hearing this, what’s the... meaning...

Fu Xuan knew very well that sometimes you have to hit a stick and then offer a sweet date to achieve the best effect. The Princess had already hit the stick, and now it was his turn to offer the sweet date.

Fu Xuan pretended to look around, glancing left and right for a while before seemingly exhaling in relief, and finally said to Bai Lun, "Sorry brother, I can only use this way to save you."

Bai Lun looked at Fu Xuan, with surprise and vigilance, unsure whether to trust this person.

Fu Xuan naturally understood what Bai Lun was thinking, and he made a difficult expression, bowing to Bai Lun, "The urgent matter now is to treat Brother Bai’s injury first."

Bai Lun thought about it, and no matter what, he currently didn’t have the ability to escape from Fu Xuan’s grasp, so he might as well take it step by step.

Moreover, at the moment when the Princess stabbed the hairpin into his mouth, he suddenly realized he wasn’t the chosen one, nor the protagonist of this world. He wasn’t fit to stand high and condescend to these so-called people in books; he was just a transmigrator, a hapless fellow.

He wasn’t smart, couldn’t read expressions, didn’t have a superior identity, nor sufficient wealth. His system couldn’t offer him any benefits but only pressed him to complete tasks, and he understood that.

He couldn’t survive in this world.

Novels always say that when modern people arrive in ancient times, they would be appreciated by nobles for their unique behavior and entrusted with important roles.

Every opposite sex who met the transmigrator would involuntarily exclaim, how unique, how pure, how unaffected! What an interesting man (woman).

But the reality is that behaving like this only leads step by step to death.

The ridiculous thing was, the first time he was taught a lesson by the Princess’s subordinates, he didn’t realize this, thinking he was a transmigrator and knew the future developments, with a system making him invincible, but he forgot he wasn’t smart, even foolish.

Not smart people, even if they transmigrate, can’t find a way out.

Just like him.

Fu Xuan watching as Bai Lun lay on the bed obediently letting the doctor examine him, found it somewhat strange.

Mingling earlier this person had a fearful look, how come suddenly he’s relaxed?

Discovered something hence fearless, or... has some other intention?

But after observing for a while longer, from Bai Lun’s painful twisted expression, Fu Xuan even saw a hint of liberation. He thought for a while and decided to tell him the truth.

"Brother Bai, there’s something I want to tell you."

"Actually, I am one of the Princess’s people."

...

Unable to find Fu Xuan anywhere, the Princess just wandered around the streets. While she wandered, she didn’t cover her face, and coincidentally her features drew attention, causing people around to gather.

After all, everyone knew the Princess was indulgent towards her subjects, and she previously tolerated gatherings and watching, and at most wore a veil when overwhelmed.

Song Yan easily spotted the Princess. Since the Princess returned to the capital, she had sent notes to the palace multiple times but to no avail.

She had heard something happened to the Princess and was very worried, but she had no means of seeing her.

Yesterday someone mysteriously told her to come to Zhongnan Street at noon today to see the Princess. She came skeptically but didn’t expect it to be true.

Song Yan saw the Princess without a veil, with an unguarded innocent look, and moved closer.

And just then, she saw the Princess, usually gentle with a touch of laziness, suddenly put forth a fierce expression, lifting her foot to step on the face of a nearby maid.

Song Yan could even hear the Princess say in a disgusted tone, "A servant is a servant, should know their place. Do you deserve to like what I, the Princess, fancy? Are you trying to say my identity is as lowly as yours?!"