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

"Your Highness, there is a curfew in the palace now. Are you still going back to the palace?" Taxue asked softly.

"Let's not go back to the palace yet." Su Yingxue felt that what happened tonight, from the fire in Furong Tower to the archers killing the fleeing civilians, was too strange.

Su Yingxue didn't know what those people were doing, nor did she know if they were coming for her. If they were, she was afraid that the road back to the palace would be full of people following her.

If they were not targeting her, those who were so cruel and disregarded human lives, bullied and murdered ordinary people, and had no regard for the law under the feet of the emperor, would have to pay the price they deserve.

If Su Yingxue hadn't encountered this incident, she wouldn't have participated in it. But Su Yingxue had to see and experience it. Those people who were killed by arrows and crossbows were all family members of others, perhaps the pillars of a family, or even someone's wife or child.

On such a happy family day, they just want to watch a play in Furong Tower. Is such a request too much?

Since she was in a high position and had been supported by the people since she was a child, Su Yingxue had a life of luxury from childhood to adulthood.

This is what she owes to the people as a princess, and it is also the reason why she wants to seek justice for the people who once worshipped her but died in vain.

Since the fire broke out in Furong Tower, no one has come forward to put out the fire. Even the soldiers patrolling in the capital did not notice the fire and come to put out the fire. This is a bit unreasonable.

Su Yingxue suddenly came up with a brilliant plan. She took off all the hairpins and jewelry she had been wearing today and handed them to Taxue. After telling her what she was thinking, she and Xia He quietly went to a hidden camp outside the Changgong Palace and rested.

Taxue took Su Yingxue's token and quietly went in the opposite direction. She wanted to take care of the remaining matters for His Highness.

The enemy is in the dark, I am in the light. The enemy is numerous and I am few, so it is better to hide our strength and lure the snake out of its hole.

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Inside Furong Tower, flames shot up into the sky, blazing fiercely. The entire building, from bottom to top, was now engulfed in a deep sea of ​​fire.

The silver-faced man looked at the Furong Building, which was already ablaze. Flames were burning everywhere. The orange-red flames had burned through the paper on the windows. The entire window frame had already been burned black. Flames were blazing wildly, accompanied by endless black smoke. It was a special and domineering red, like a flame from hell, blocking all the broken windows.

The deafening cries for help that had once filled the air were now completely inaudible. The silver-faced man gazed at the engulfing Furong Tower, a cold and merciless smile playing on his lips.

The people inside probably had no chance of survival. The pain of the burning flames was so intense. After all, only the dead could not scream or cry.

The silver-masked man involuntarily adjusted his mask as he whispered without even a trace of emotion.

"You, throw the bodies of these civilians on the ground back into Furong Tower and let the fire burn them." The silver-faced man looked at the empty streets. No common people dared to make public what happened today.

The soldiers patrolling Kyoto will only report tomorrow that a fire accidentally broke out in Furong Tower. The cause of the fire is unknown, and all the residents in the building have been burned to death.

After Su Yingxue's remains were found, they could leverage public outrage, manipulate public opinion among the Shangguan family officials and the academy's students, and denounce Su Yingxue's countless crimes and evidence. This time, the title of Plague Goddess belonged to her.

The deep blood feud that the Nangong family committed against their clansmen in the past has now made Su Yingxue and the Nangong family infamous, and they will be despised by the people and powerful officials forever, feeling the punishment of being a stray dog ​​that cannot rest in peace even after death.

The silver-faced man saw his men pulling out the arrows and crossbows from the civilians on the ground one by one and throwing them back into the sea of ​​fire. A paranoid and crazy smile appeared on his face.

After his men had dealt with everything, he said coldly, "Retreat."

Because of the remaining matters, the person who will be on duty to investigate tomorrow is a hidden chess piece arranged by the Xuanyuan family.

After this night, the entire Dasheng court was destined to undergo earth-shaking changes. The power structure of the entire Dasheng court would also be reshuffled starting tomorrow.

With a command, the silver-faced man, along with all the black-clad guards, disappeared into the still-undispersed night. Like a ghost in the dark night, it came and went silently without a sound.

Chu Xingchen received a tip-off today and took people to target a hidden chess piece of the Shangguan family.

This hidden chess piece was so deeply hidden that his subordinates had to work very hard to discover his close relationship with the Shangguan family.

The secret letter intercepted earlier showed that they would be planning a big event tomorrow.

In addition, Su Yingxue wanted to parade on her own today, so he finally allowed her to take Taxuexiahe with her for protection and parade on her own.

When Chu Xingchen received the news of the fire in Furong Building, he was still staking out the secret agent's residence on the other side of Kyoto.

When he arrived outside Furong Tower on his horse Qingchen with his secret guards, the entire Furong Tower was already a sea of ​​fire. The fire was almost burning the entire building down, and there was no sign of life.

"Someone, put out the fire!" Chu Xingchen gnashed his teeth in hatred. He originally just wanted to fulfill his sister's wish of parading alone, but now, she was imprisoned and in such a dangerous situation, with her life and death unknown.

In the pitch-black, dense, and silent night, the entire Furong Tower was ablaze with flames. The secret guards came fetching water. Chu Xingchen picked up a bucket of water, doused himself in it, and rushed into the burning tower.

It happened in a flash. Zhaoying noticed Chu Xingchen's movements and immediately used the needle dipped in the drug to pierce the acupuncture point on his neck.

Soon, Chu Xingchen fainted on the ground. Zhaoying looked at the fallen prince with a complicated expression and said coldly, "Take His Highness back to the villa outside the capital. The rest of you, stay with me to put out the fire."

Zhaoying knew clearly that His Highness was now completely bewitched by the eldest princess and was willing to risk his own safety to save her even in such a dangerous situation.

In fact, looking at this scene, he already understood in his heart that the people in the building might have been burned into a cold and charred corpse. How could they be alive?

His Highness was the hope of Da Qi and the backbone of their Da Qi Secret Service. He could not allow His Highness to disregard his own safety for a woman from Da Sheng.

Therefore, even if His Highness wakes up, he may face severe punishment, but as long as His Highness is safe, he will accept it.

The secret guards worked together to put out the fire, and finally put it out before dawn.

When Zhaoying brought people into the building, they discovered that the Furong Building inside was simply a hell on earth.

The pitch-black, charred room was filled with corpses. There were corpses of all kinds of people, children, women, young men, and elderly men, all burned to a crisp by the flames.

When Zhaoying entered the room, he was also shocked.

It was not until Zhaoying discovered that the three female corpses in the center of the lobby on the first floor were exactly the same in terms of jewelry and head ornaments as Su Yingxue and the others, as well as their body shapes and sizes.

Zhaoying felt a little uneasy. Could it be true that Su Yingxue had died here?