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

With the help of the Fairy of the South China Sea and Master Lezhen, Su Yingxue's prestige among the common people of Dasheng has undergone a huge contrast.

Coupled with the rumor about the "birth of Ziwei Star" discovered in the sky yesterday, it spread from mouth to mouth among the people in an instant. Coupled with the songs sung by children and girls in the streets and alleys, the legend that Su Yingxue was not a disaster star, but the reincarnation of Ziwei Star's legitimate daughter spread widely.

Inside Fengxiang Palace, servants and palace maids were kneeling on the ground. A teacup came flying towards them and hit the leading servant in the face. The scalding tea splashed all over his face, making it red.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please forgive me." The servant kneeling on the ground didn't care about the burning pain on his face, nor did he care about the tea leaves and wet tea stuck on his face and body. He just kowtowed to apologize to the noble lady.

"What are you all doing for?" Xuanyuan Luoshan looked coldly at the palace maids and attendants kneeling on the ground, not daring to utter a word, and said coldly, "What's the point of me keeping you?"

"A South Sea fairy lady of unknown origin, the abbot of a dilapidated temple whose incense was already dying, has now become the guiding light of public opinion!"

"I've spent decades painstakingly creating that little bitch's image as a disaster, and now, I've only made things easier for others!"

Xuanyuan Luoshan was furious, feeling that he had a bunch of useless people under him. One or two of them were no match for him.

"Your Majesty," the silver-faced man said softly, "I am but a powerless commoner. As long as the Jingzhao Prefecture takes action and apprehends the wicked fraudsters, this matter can be easily resolved."

The attendant kneeling in the front heard this and kowtowed repeatedly, then echoed, "Yes, yes, Mr. Mo Li is right. I was foolish. I will go to the Jingzhao government office immediately and ask Her Majesty to give me a chance to redeem myself!"

The servant kowtowed repeatedly until his forehead was red. Xuanyuan Luoshan then frowned coldly, reached out and sent a teacup flying, hitting him in the face. With a hint of cruelty in her voice, she coldly scolded him, "Get out! Don't dirty my carpet!"

"If you can't do it well, bring your heads to me!" Xuanyuan Luoshan looked at the people kneeling on the ground in front of her with extreme indifference. For some reason, a vague sense of uneasiness in her heart made her irritable.

It was not until all the people in front of her were driven away, leaving only the silver-faced man and her, that the tense nerves in Xuanyuan Luoshan's mind relaxed slightly.

She looked up at her cousin who was standing not far away. He was dressed in black, with an upright posture, a light silver-gray mask covering his face, a long sword at his waist, and a look of aloofness in his eyes.

The world only knows that Mr. Mo Li is the most loyal guest official of Queen Xuanyuan Luoshan. No one knows Mr. Mo Li's true identity. They only know that he has outstanding martial arts and unparalleled wisdom, and is deeply trusted by the Queen.

"Brother," Xuanyuan Luoshan said softly, "Who do you think is building momentum for the deceased Su Yingxue?"

Upon hearing this, the silver-faced man gently removed the mask in his hand and set it aside. In public, he was Xuanyuan Luoshan's unique guest, Mr. Mo Li. Behind the scenes, he was her cousin and the sharpest sword in her hand, never seen in the light of day.

Even if he cannot keep his own life and appearance in this life, he is willing to protect her in the darkest place, the place closest to her.

"No matter who it is, if they threaten my cousin, I will kill them even if they are gods or Buddhas." The silver-faced man has taken off his mask, and his face is inexplicably handsome, but his eyes are extremely cold, revealing an indifferent and distant light.

But in the moment of looking at Xuanyuan Luoshan, all the coldness and cruelty, ruthlessness and brutality, melted like winter ice meeting the warm sun, and turned into thousands of spring waters.