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

"That's fine." Su Yingxue sighed that now is the time to recruit people. Why would those powerful families in high positions come to this bitter and cold border area to suffer?

It's hard for Mo Yunsheng, a scholar, to do such tedious work. Although he looks haggard due to the hard work these days and even has an unkempt beard for the first time, his handsomeness is still not reduced and he has even gained some mature charm.

"In that case, tomorrow I will go with the others." Su Yingxue sighed softly. She was really exhausted from the days of hard work.

The hardships of the border region and the dire plight of the refugees are truly heartbreaking. Su Yingxue witnessed several villagers homeless today, fainting from the cold. Without adequate medical treatment, they fell seriously ill and died.

Human lives were worthless, and no amount of effort could save them. Food was dwindling, and there were not enough clothes or quilts to keep the people warm. The houses were insufficient to shelter the refugees, and the roads were littered with corpses of the hungry and frozen.

"Your Highness," Mo Yunsheng watched her pause with her pen in hand. There was an inescapable sadness in her pale, thin, and haggard eyes. He understood that she was grieving for the refugees who had died and were sent to the open space for cremation today.

The situation is tense now. Soldiers patrol the city every day to collect remains from the roadside and cremate them for epidemic prevention.

"Your Highness, even if you are sad, you must take good care of yourself." Mo Yunsheng's voice was gentle and tender. "At this juncture, if Your Highness falls ill, we will lose a helping hand."

Mo Yunsheng breathed a sigh of relief. He fetched a cloak from the side and put it on Su Yingxue, saying softly, "The climate in the north isn't as humid as in Dasheng Kyoto. Even though it's early spring, it's still freezing cold."

"Your Highness, it's especially cold at night, so you need to keep warm." Mo Yunsheng sighed and brought her the medicine in the food basket.

"I heard Your Highness coughing a few times today. The military doctor took Your Highness's pulse during his afternoon break and had someone prepare some medicine and bring it to Your Highness."

"Your Highness, drink it while it's hot. The medicine will be more effective."

Mo Yunsheng brought the bowl of medicine to Su Yingxue. Su Yingxue looked at the pitch-black bowl of medicine in front of her, her brows furrowed, almost twisted into a hemp rope.

It must be said that whenever she took medicine, what she missed most was the modern sweet syrup and small pills that were not bitter.

"Thank you, Brother Mo." Su Yingxue disliked it the most, but she wasn't so spoiled anymore. When she first arrived, she'd never suffered, was arrogant and loved freedom. Now, she'd grown a lot and matured a lot.

Su Yingxue finished a bowl of medicine in one breath, then put the bowl down and continued to review the document in front of her.

"Your Highness, go to bed early." Mo Yunsheng sighed and snatched the pen from her hand.

His slightly warm fingers touched her cold fingertips, and the white skin on Mo Yunsheng's face turned slightly red.

"Your Highness," the next moment, while Su Yingxue was stunned, he took all the official documents and letters in front of her and placed them in front of himself. He said to Su Yingxue with a gentle face, "Yun Sheng will take care of the remaining documents."

"Your Highness, you have been busy all day and all night. Go and rest on the couch. You can rest for two hours at most before dawn."

Mo Yunsheng sighed. He really felt sorry for her. She was clearly a noble, yet she was doing something like this.

Su Yingxue was about to politely refuse when she started coughing. Mo Yunsheng immediately poured a glass of warm water, brought it to her, and fed her personally.

"No need..." Before Su Yingxue could finish her words, Mo Yunsheng stretched out his finger and blocked her lips, stopping her from saying the rest.

"Your Highness," Mo Yunsheng looked at Su Yingxue solemnly and said in a hoarse voice, "If Your Highness is not sleepy and does not want to rest, then why not take this opportunity to discuss our engagement with Yunsheng?"

Mo Yunsheng stood up straight, still dressed in white, and looked at her with eyes full of affection.

His black eyes were scorching and fiery, paranoid and affectionate. Mo Yunsheng looked at Su Yingxue with a gentle but unyielding gaze.

Su Yingxue felt a little bitter in her heart. Well, it was indeed Mo Yunsheng. He would hit the snake at its most vulnerable part and he would hit it accurately every time.

"Brother Mo," Su Yingxue's eyes were filled with guilt and indebtedness, and her gaze towards him was somewhat evasive and evasive. She said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you very much for your help with the documents, Brother Mo. I'll go take a rest."

Su Yingxue felt that she had to be a coward because of her guilt. But the guilt in her eyes was like a sword, piercing Mo Yunsheng's heart.

Mo Yunsheng understood everything, but he didn't want to point anything out.

In the past two years, no matter how many letters he sent to the Princess' Palace, the invitation that was finally accepted would always be to Her Highness Changle. That appointment at Sanxian Mountain that he had once looked forward to so much never came to her again.

Mo Yunsheng understood everything in his heart, but compared to Su Yingxue's escape, he was more afraid of facing her attitude of not even wanting to be friends.

Mo Yunsheng didn't want to break this window paper. Perhaps being friends was the best boundary.

Su Yingxue walked behind the screen, put on her clothes and hugged the blanket, sleeping with her back to the screen. Her mind was in a mess, and she closed her eyes but could not fall asleep for a long time.

Su Yingxue cherishes her friendship with Lin Yiyi even more. She promises Lin Yiyi that she will wait until her mission value reaches the same level as hers, and then she will complete the mission with her and return to the modern era.

She said she would wait for Lin Yiyi and would not go back on her word no matter what.

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After Mo Yunsheng finished reviewing the documents in his hand, he put down the cinnabar pen and looked out the window. The pale light of the sky shone through the curtains, making the room slightly brighter.

Mo Yunsheng rubbed his sleepy eyes, his haggard face becoming more and more obvious, and the circles under his eyes were a little blue. He gently stood up, blew out the candle on the table, and glanced back at the screen. The screen was made of gauze, and the figure's arm was exposed outside the quilt.

Mo Yunsheng sighed and kicked the quilt in the middle of the night like a child.

He walked quietly to the bedside and gently tucked her in. She slept with her clothes on, and he was afraid she would be cold.

Then he just stopped and stepped back a step, looking at the sleeping face of the woman in front of him with a gentle expression.

Huanyan, who had appeared in her dreams so many times, now really appeared in front of her, sleeping so peacefully. Mo Yunsheng felt sad in his heart, as if the pain and desolation were mixed with a hint of sweetness, wrapping his heart.

Mo Yunsheng stretched out his hand, wanting to brush away the loose hair on her temples, but stopped when his hand was about to touch her hair.

A gentleman should not do this, taking advantage of others sleeping to do things that break the barriers between men and women.

In the end, it was Mo Yunsheng who overstepped his bounds tonight.

Mo Yunsheng's eyes were dark and sad, he just stared at her blankly for a long time, then slowly, with tears and laughter, he blew out the lamp beside the couch for her, quietly sorted out the files on the table for her in the early morning light, then opened the door, and finally took a greedy look at her sleeping shadow through the gauze of the screen, smiled slightly, went out, and carefully closed the door for her.