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

"Master, those powerful officials and noble families have already left through the broken windows on the third floor. I have confirmed that Su Yingxue is not among them."

"Now there are many people climbing down the rope ladder. They must be civilians. What should we do?" Those people who exist like ghosts in the dark night were somewhat uneasy when they saw this situation and hurriedly reported to their superiors.

The ghostly, cold and ruthless silver-faced man, seeing this, raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with hatred, cruelty, ruthlessness, and coldness, but there was not a trace of pity or tenderness.

"Since those we can't afford to offend have all left, let the remaining people be buried with Su Yingxue." The silver-faced man's voice was as cruel and ghostly as a ghost. "After all, the more people die, the bigger the incident will become. This will only solidify Su Yingxue's reputation as the plague god, and will only arouse the hatred of the people towards her. Only then will the people vent their hatred towards her on the former Nangong family."

"Only in this way can Su Yingxue and the remaining members of the Nangong family win the support of the people again in this lifetime."

"Tonight, bandits are attacking the city and slaughtering Furong Tower." The silver-faced man's cold and ruthless voice, filled with infinite cruelty and chill, ordered coldly, "Today, no one can escape Furong Tower alive. Anyone who escapes will be killed!"

"From today on, there will no longer be Her Royal Highness the Princess in this world. There will only be a Plague God who brings disaster to the nation and its people, a Plague God who will kill all the people in this building and bury them in this building."

"Yes!" Upon hearing this, those ghostly figures no longer concealed their bodies, and used their bows and crossbows to mercilessly shoot at the people who were teetering on the ropes and about to fall to the ground.

In the inky night, icy arrows and crossbows came in overwhelming numbers. Each arrow carried an infinite chill, piercing through the vital points of the civilians, women, children, and able-bodied men who had thought they were about to be rescued.

The cold crossbow bolts pierced the hearts, abdomens, heads, and feet of the defenseless civilians. Some were killed instantly, falling heavily to the ground, creating a bloody mess beneath Furong Tower. Others, though not struck in the vitals, were severely wounded and exhausted, falling from the rope ladder. They collapsed and screamed in agony and fear before finally becoming motionless corpses on the ground.

For a moment, the people's clothes were stained with blood, and corpses were scattered all over the ground in front of Furong Tower.

Those who had not yet climbed down the rope ladder, after seeing the miserable fate of the people in front of them, no one dared to climb down the ladder anymore. They could only cry bitterly in front of the broken survival windows.

There was clearly only a window between us, and outside was the hope of life. But this hope was so slim.

I clearly just wanted to live a stable and humble life, but I am actually living like an ant. I clearly just wanted to watch a play in Furong Tower, but now I have to pay the price with my life.

Hopeless and miserable cries echoed throughout Furong Tower. They cried out, "We can't survive!"

Only true despair was suppressed again and again in Furong Tower.

Su Yingxue didn't expect that even though the fire didn't take their lives, they still had to suffer so much while escaping.

Su Yingxue felt heartbroken as she watched the lives withering away in front of her. Could it be that these vibrant lives were so worthless in the eyes of others?

These arrows took the lives of ordinary people who were unarmed and had no ability to protect themselves.

Su Yingxue didn't understand. On such a happy family day, who and why would do such a cruel thing to these people?

She forced herself to calm down. On one side, the flames were getting more and more intense, and on the other side, there was a rope ladder that prevented her from escaping.

Suddenly, she remembered that the structure of Furong Tower was a typical Chinese-style building. Because it was located in the center of Wu Tiao Shuinan Street, the ambush now was on the outer facade, which led directly to the ground outside the alley and was accessible to pedestrians.

However, if the window on its southwest facade was broken and the rope ladder was lowered, one could only go down to the eaves of the houses near the street. If the people climbed away along the eaves, they could at least avoid being burned by the flames.

The current dilemma is that the window on the southwest side is right above the stage and there is still some distance between it and the railing on the second floor.

"Taxue, have the people take back the rope ladders and ask the servants if there are any bamboo ladders."

Su Yingxue had a plan in mind. She set up a bamboo ladder between the corridor and the window on the second floor, and let the martial arts masters break through the window first. Then she would use the ladder to let the people climb over and climb up to the eaves using the rope ladder from the other side.

When the servant brought the bamboo ladder, he found that it was not long enough. The common people, women and children quickly dismantled several rope ladders, tied two bamboo ladders together, and built a climbing ladder.

Everyone worked together and took a lot of effort to put the ladder on the southwest window sill on the second floor. They used the bamboo ladder to fly to the southwest window using their lightness skills. After breaking the window, they lowered the rope ladder.

As Su Yingxue had expected, the window and the eaves weren't too high, and a rope ladder would do the job. Furthermore, since they were standing on the roof of the neighboring building, they were facing a dark alley. There was no exit, so the crossbowmen focused on guarding the front and back doors, ignoring this area.

Seeing that this plan was feasible, Su Yingxue immediately ordered people to follow the same method and make a second and third bamboo ladder to connect to the southwest window.

The second and third-story windows were all accessed with bamboo ladders in the same way. The young and strong people, who had more physical strength, would climb up from the third floor and then slowly descend from the third-story windows.

Women, children, and young children climbed from the second floor, which reduced the effort. Su Yingxue and Xia He stayed behind, and along with the remaining young men, they poured water on the fire, preventing it from spreading to the second floor, just to give those people a little more hope of survival.

The fire grew larger and larger, and the people gradually evacuated, each one of them crouching on the eaves in a state of bewilderment. Although this place was far away from Furong Tower and there were no signs of fire on the southwest gate, the survivors did not dare to show off. After all, they were all afraid of the archers.

Seeing that most of the people had evacuated, Su Yingxue fixed the bamboo ladder and climbed to the southwest from the second floor with the remaining young men. They successfully reached the eaves. Stepping on the snow, they saw that Su Yingxue was safe and sound and were extremely worried about her.

After carefully examining her, he found only a few scratches from climbing. His heart sank, and then slowly settled. Her Highness was fine, how glad she was.

Su Yingxue asked Taxue and Xiahe to take the extra rope ladder and lead the people to quietly walk out from the eaves. At the end of the dark alley, they lowered the rope and left quietly.

Because they were worried about crossbow arrows hurting people, and because Su Yingxue had indeed led them out of the fire, the people listened to her advice.

Fifty or sixty civilians quietly and without making a sound, quietly followed Taxue's retreat. Finally, at the end of the dark alley, a series of rope ladders haphazardly woven from curtains and hemp ropes were lowered. Strong young men, women, and children slowly climbed down. Taxue and Xia He, sent by Su Yingxue, used their Qinggong skills to fly up and down to escort children and the elderly to the street level in the dark alley.

This process was repeated until all the people were safely escorted to the surface of the dark alley, and then she was brought down to the surface by Taxue and Xiahe.

At that moment, all the rescued people had tears on their faces, filled with gratitude. In the dark night, they knelt silently and kowtowed to Su Yingxue, Xia Hetaxue and the other two.

Then silently, with scars and stains all over their bodies, they quietly hid in the night, scattered in all directions, and finally disappeared in the dark night.

That night was incredibly dangerous. Furong Tower was on fire, and crossbowmen were slaying people with crossbows at the gate. For ordinary people, just surviving was a blessing.

No matter whether the person shooting the arrows was a rich and powerful official, a noble family or a bandit, a robber or a government official, it was truly an unprovoked disaster for common people like them.

The people do not stir up trouble. In such a place of right and wrong, they have no right to fight it, nor are they able to compete with it. The vortex of power and intrigue is not something that common people like them can get involved in. Therefore, the only way for common people to survive is to luckily save their lives and stay away from it quietly.