Transmigrated into a vicious female supporting role, reborn as a hostage to the paranoid male protag

In the nineteenth year of Qi Sheng's reign, late at night, red candles illuminated the magnificent hall.

Chu Xingchen processed memorials until late at night and somehow fell asleep on the desk. It was cold and dewy at night, and he suddenly felt a weight on his body, as if something was wrapped around him.

The black cloak wrapped him tightly, and Chu Xingchen, half asleep and half awake, suddenly felt a warm sensation. As a middle-aged man, he gradually realized that a few strands of his black hair had slowly turned white, like black hair turning into snow.

Ever since Su Yingxue was killed by him, Su Liyue had jumped from such a great height. Of the people he had known in his youth, only Prime Minister Mo Yunsheng was still around.

For some reason, he had been trapped in deep nightmares day and night for these years since Su Yingxue's death.

Chu Xingchen could always hear Su Yingxue calling him Chu Lang in his dreams, and he also always dreamed of the days and nights they spent together in the Princess's Palace.

When he was young, Su Yingxue would whip him at will and order her servants to give him all kinds of embarrassing and hard work.

Later, Chu Xingchen was threatened by her and became her lover, and his self-esteem was trampled under her feet.

Chu Xingchen always thought that he hated her deeply when he was young and when he is now.

Therefore, Chu Xingchen always regarded Su Yingxue as the target of revenge. He thought he hated her so much that even his love was forced by her.

Therefore, he did everything he could to tolerate her arrogance and willful indulgence. After he had conquered the world, his first decree was to sentence her to death, and he used the most horrific torture in the criminal law of the Great Qi.

Later, Chu Xingchen married Su Liyue as he wished. He always thought that because she protected him when he was young, she treated him with kindness and sincerity.

Chu Xingchen had always believed that Su Liyue was the perfect match for him. He hoped to marry her to his wife with the ceremony of the Emperor and Empress of Qisheng Kyoto.

However, the good times did not last long. After marriage, Su Liyue became depressed because of the death of both her parents.

At that time, after Chu Xingchen really killed Su Liyue, he realized that the person he was obsessed with day and night was Su Yingxue.

His obsession with Su Yingxue grew day by day as time passed after he killed her.

Because of this, he was terrified and confused back then. He didn't understand why he kept thinking about someone he hated.

Because of this, he ignored Su Liyue's feelings at the time. That's why he was filled with remorse when she fell to her death.

When Su Liyue left, he was devastated, heartbroken. But for some reason, ever since they both left, he had never missed or even dreamed of Su Liyue. Instead, day and night, he dreamed of Su Yingxue's enchanting and stunning face, her joys and sorrows, her graceful figure, and everything that had brought him and her to this world.

This situation became more and more serious day by day, as if every time he had free time, he would think of Su Yingxue's existence.

It seemed as if Su Yingxue's fantasy filled the void in his heart.

Chu Xingchen would sometimes hear her soft call in his ear, and sometimes see her charming and gentle smile on the couch.

When Chu Xingchen saw Su Yingxue's straw effigy hanging on the city wall after her death, he felt no emotion at all. It was as if Su Yingxue was not important to him at all.

But as the days passed, Su Yingxue's figure and voice began to appear frequently in his mind. He always felt that a certain place in his heart was always empty because of her departure, as if someone had secretly dug out a piece of it that could never be filled up.

This situation became increasingly serious until one day, when Chu Xingchen had finished reviewing all the memorials and couldn't sleep, so he wanted to take a walk.

That night was as cold as water. He held a solitary lamp, his heart as calm as water, and walked unconsciously with his head down, but his feet involuntarily led him to the Princess's Palace.

At that time, the years passed by in the Princess' Palace. Because of Chu Xingchen, no one dared to mention the words Su Yingxue and the Princess in front of him.

Everyone in Qisheng Palace knew that Chu Xingchen hated the memory of being a humiliating servant the most.

After all, Su Yingxue was also a famous figure at that time, but later on, she ended up being skinned like a daylily.

Therefore, the Princess Palace at this time no longer had the glory it once had. The red door was painted with rust, and the palace plaque was covered with cobwebs.

Chu Xingchen smiled bitterly as he looked at the deserted Princess Palace in front of him. He pushed open the door and saw that the flower garden that had been carefully tended was already deserted, with weeds growing to half a person's height.

In the past, he went in and out frequently, and the palace was magnificent and splendid, with attendants and maids everywhere. But now, there was only endless loneliness and depression in response to him.

The Princess's Palace, which was once the most prosperous and exquisite of all the main palaces for female relatives in the entire palace, was once covered with mountains and water. Now it is covered with dust and looks desolate.

Chu Xingchen remembered the pavilion on the rockery when she was still in the Princess' Palace. Su Yingxue loved the coolness in the summer. On summer nights, she would have someone set up a dragon and phoenix couch on the top of the rockery, draped with curtains, and have him fan her with a silk-embroidered brocade fan.

After all these years, Chu Xingchen still clearly remembered it. It was Su Yingxue's birthday, a hot summer night, and she was extremely afraid of the heat. Once, she had someone set up a dragon and phoenix couch, prepared ice cubes to cool off, and also provided fruits, snacks, and tea.

Su Yingxue persuaded everyone around her to leave, leaving only him, her most beloved lover, to fan him and peel grapes for him.

No wonder Su Yingxue loved him so much and depended on him at that time. He was her only lover in the Princess Palace. Until later, all her power was in his hands.

Because Chu Xingchen's tenderness is hidden in every aspect.

When Su Yingxue was with him, he would peel every fruit and vegetable she ate and hand it to her mouth.

He was a very good servant, knew her preferences, and was very considerate and obedient. Su Yingxue loved his body and his understanding.

Because at that time she really trusted him and loved him.

That night she also took a nap on the couch. The night was as cool as water. Chu Xingchen fed her peeled grapes and considerately held the seeds she spit out in his embroidered handkerchief.

When he handed her a grape, she sucked on his fingertips. Chu Xingchen's eyes darkened. He silently withdrew his jade-white fingertips and looked down at the person on the couch. She had a graceful figure, lightly draped in gauze. A light silk fan half-hid her face, revealing only a pair of lively, smiling eyes looking at her.

"Chu Lang," her eyes were full of cunning, shining like stars in the sky, so beautiful that his heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.

"Chu Lang," Su Yingxue called him again.

Her voice was soft and tender, and Chu Xingchen lowered his head and didn't look at her.

"Chu Lang," she smiled, and stretched out her hand holding the small fan, gently touching his forehead with the fan, lightly stroking the tip of his nose, sliding across his lips and chin, and finally stopping at his chest.

"Chu Lang, I want to see if Chu Lang tonight can make Axue happy." Su Yingxue smiled charmingly. Chu Xingchen felt her gaze and mocked her slightly in his heart, but he remained expressionless.

He understood what she meant.

So almost the moment her fan left his cheek, he reached out and grasped her wrist, and with his other hand, he snatched the fan and threw it away.

In the courtyard on the top of the rockery, the draperies and gauze fluttered in the wind, and the sound of cicadas could not hide the spring scenery in the pavilion.