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

"Are you sure Su Yingxue is in there?"

A dark figure, dressed as a guard, wearing a silver mask with a hollow orchid pattern, gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

His eyes were as cold as a frozen lake in winter, with a silver sword at his side and a bow and arrow behind him. He was like a ghost in the dark night, lurking in the dark alley opposite Furong Tower.

"Master, I saw with my own eyes that Her Royal Highness the Princess walked into Furong Tower with two palace maids to watch a play." The subordinate in black replied.

"In that case," the silver-faced man in the lead looked at Furong Tower with a sneer. There was ice in his eyes as he stared at the lanterns in front of him like a cold-blooded animal.

"The weather is dry, and the lanterns are burning." His voice was emotionless, cold-blooded and ruthless. "Hibiscus Tower is engulfed in flames. The eldest princess has committed countless evil deeds, wrathful to heaven and resentful to the people. The people in the tower have perished along with her in the flames."

"Tonight, when the show begins inside, you will quietly seal the entrances and exits on the ground floor. Once the fire starts," the gloomy-faced man said coldly, "that will be the day Su Yingxue dies."

"promise."

The black-clad guards dispersed as promised. The show began inside Furong Tower, but no one outside wanted to come in. The night was as dark as ink, and the streets were less crowded.

The inky night obscured much of the situation. A series of dark shadows silently knocked down several servants who were soliciting customers in front of Furong Tower. No one noticed that the doors, windows and gates on the first floor had already been locked tightly.

The building was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. The house was filled with the wonderful show and the cheers of the audience. It was very lively with people toasting each other and drinking.

In the dark alley opposite the house, several rows of burning crossbows were pointed at the lanterns outside. The night was as dark as ink. The crossbows filled with kerosene were shot out in an instant, accurately lighting the lanterns on the facade of Furong Tower.

The gates and windows had been doused with kerosene by the black-clad guards in the dark. Once the flaming crossbows were fired, the entire Furong Tower was engulfed in huge flames like dry firewood and a raging fire.

For a moment, flames shot up into the sky and thick smoke billowed. The people who were originally enjoying shopping on Shuinan Street were now fleeing in all directions, shouting that there was a fire and running away from the danger, fearing that the fire in Furong Building would collapse and crush them.

The entire Furong Building looked like a human tragedy. All the doors and windows on the first floor had been sealed for some reason. The people sitting on the first floor were the first to notice the flames and smoke outside, but they could not escape from the door.

Thick smoke billowed and the flames burned more and more fiercely. The frame of the first floor was mostly made of wood, and the furniture was also made of wood. The fire spread very quickly and soon showed signs of rising to the second floor.

Those common people who had no way to escape, including servants, opera troupe members, individual customers, and waiters, cried bitterly in the hopeless burning of the fire. Their instinctive desire to survive made them run to the second floor. The entire first floor of Furong Tower quickly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the already narrow corridor on the second floor was slowly occupied by many people who fled upstairs.

The people above the third floor were from powerful and aristocratic families. Most of them were accompanied by top-level experts. They had already broken out of the windows on the third floor and flew out of the building under the protection of secret guards, retreating safely.

The entire third floor was cleared out the fastest, and only the common people were left in the sea of ​​fire. The last ones to run from the second floor to the third floor, standing on the empty third floor, wailing in front of the broken window, grieving and complaining about the world, were left behind.

They couldn't jump down from the third or second floor. If they jumped, they would fall to death, but if they stayed in the building, they would be burned to death sooner or later.

Su Yingxue was the first to arrive when the fire broke out and people on the first floor began to rush to the second floor. Taxue and Xia He had already swiftly smashed open the second-floor window with a chair, trying to send Su Yingxue downstairs.

With their abilities, it was easy for them to drag Su Yingxue and fly downstairs.

But they didn't expect Su Yingxue to decline. As the fire slowly spread until the entire first floor was engulfed in flames, she gave orders to the two of them and also struck gongs at the panicked and distressed residents inside, quieting them down and forcing them to look at her.

"Fellow villagers, I am Princess Su Liyue of Changle, the Great Sheng Dynasty. Please trust me. I am willing to live and die with you!"

"There's a fire in this area. As long as we work together, we can escape from the fire quickly!"

"This fire won't spread for now. All the men and women, use wooden stools, wooden chairs, and any other tools to break the windows."

"All ladies, gather all the curtains, cloth strips, hemp ropes, and anything else that can be used to make ropes in the private rooms. Make a long rope, tie it through the outer window, secure it, and climb down in order."

"Those of you on the second floor who have tea or water can use it to wet a handkerchief and cover your mouth and nose. Everyone, please have women, children, and young children lower the ropes first and escape outside. Evacuate quickly."

In the chaos, the people who originally thought they were waiting to die suddenly burst into tears, as if someone had lit up the road in front of them when it was pitch black in the night.

The chaotic fire scene began to become orderly. The will to survive was inevitable. Everyone gathered firewood and the flames grew higher. Soon, windows were smashed by wooden benches and various tools. People lowered rope ladders made of various materials one after another. Women, children, strong men, and strong men with children tied to their bodies, climbed down the rope ladders outside the window one after another.

The people were retreating in an orderly manner. Taxue and Xia He, who were beside Su Yingxue, took a few strong men who volunteered to stay and knew some martial arts. They soaked a few curtains with water, collected the water in copper basins, and used manpower to gradually put out the fire that was gradually spreading upwards on the stairs on the first and second floors.

Su Yingxue instructed them to wet the wooden stairs with clean water to put out the fire, and also to wet the ground, windows and doors on the second floor to slow the spread of the fire and add precious time for the people to evacuate.

Taxue Xiahe was very puzzled. Their prince was slandered by those ignorant and foolish people, but when faced with a life-and-death moment like the burning of Furong Tower, the powerful ministers and nobles whom they admired and trusted, as well as the children of aristocratic families, had already abandoned them and fled alone.

But the one who actually stayed and lived and died with them was the sinner who they said was guilty of all kinds of evil and stigma, the eldest princess who they fabricated to eat a year's worth of food rations for the people in one meal, and who they fabricated to have a green face and fangs and indulge in pleasure.

They were really angry in their hearts, but at the critical moment of life and death, they saw that the prince they were protecting used his sincere heart and even did not hesitate to use Su Liyue's reputation to persuade and mobilize the people to believe in her and save themselves.

At this moment, only Taxue and Xia He understood that their princess was someone worth protecting. Even when they met by chance, she would rescue those innocent civilians imprisoned, full of chivalry, sympathizing with their suffering and cherishing their lives. How could such a princess not be the opposite of those powerful ministers and aristocratic families?

She was like a ray of light in the prosperous dynasty, splitting this decadent dynasty caused by the dictatorship of the aristocratic families and the fact that the superiors never valued the common people kneeling below them, and suddenly a different choice appeared.

It turns out that those in power can also love and cherish the people.

Those in power can also sympathize with the sufferings of the people and live and die with them, instead of kicking the untouchables away and leaving them to wander about for life and death when disaster strikes, or using the lives of the people to build a cold-blooded, icy and treacherous path of power that is littered with the corpses of the people.