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

When the imperial physician was hesitating, Chu Xingchen could not bear it any longer. He had learned a lot of medical knowledge in the past few years, so he could still handle a simple arrow wound.

He knew that the best way now was to pull out the arrow, suck out the poisonous blood for Her Royal Highness the Princess, and then use other means to force the toxins out of her body.

But the imperial physician was clearly still hesitant. At this moment, time was of the essence. Take a gamble. Chu Xingchen stared coldly at the unconscious Su Yingxue before him.

His life and Su Yingxue's were now tied together, like grasshoppers on the same boat. The imperial physician had a family and naturally had many considerations. He didn't; he was all alone. If he lost the bet, he might still suffer physical pain and endure torture and humiliation.

But Chu Xingchen knew that he was the hostage prince of Da Qi after all. Even if the truth came to light, even if Emperor Da Sheng was angry with him, he would not really take his life.

The two countries have an alliance. Unless the Great Qi State tears up the alliance and starts a war again, the Great Sheng State will not really kill him, the hostage of the Great Qi State.

Otherwise, Dasheng Kingdom prides itself on being a country of etiquette. If it does such a thing, how will other countries view Dasheng Kingdom and its monarch Su Qinhuai?

Therefore, when it comes to the affairs of the Great Sheng Empire, even if Su Qinhuai dotes on his youngest sister, the death of a mere princess will not shake the foundations of the Great Sheng Empire. This is the art of the emperor: calm, sober, and ruthless. Both ruthlessness and responsibility.

As a ruler, you bear the expectations and teachings of your ancestors, and when you make decisions, you bear the responsibility of the people and the court officials. The ruler is the one your people rely on, the one your ministers are loyal to, and the one your country looks up to.

If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. In the mind of a monarch, what can compare with the stability of the country, the clear and war-free borders, the people living in peace and happiness, the unity of the monarch and his subjects, and peace in the world?

Moreover, even if it came to that, Chu Xingchen was no longer the young and vulnerable Chu Xingchen who was bullied and humiliated. He had secret guards and spies planted in the palace.

The Great Sheng Kingdom prided itself on being a nation of propriety and a century-old capital, yet it also harbored an innate sense of arrogance and pride in its noble lineage. Consequently, the Great Sheng monarch, aristocratic court officials, common people, and soldiers... all underestimated the enemy, believing that a century-old capital meant such prosperity.

They had severely defeated the Great Qi Kingdom last time, and had contempt and disdain for the Great Qi Kingdom and its people. They were too confident in the national strength and national defense of the Great Sheng Kingdom, so they could not see that under the seemingly gorgeous and luxurious outer robe of the Great Sheng Kingdom.

Due to the long-term game between the powerful aristocratic families and the imperial power, the national strength was severely weakened. The poor had no way to serve the country and the imperial examination was not popular, which was like a meaningless act.

Su Qinhuai was too overconfident and blindly confident in his own national strength and did not notice that the neighboring countries of Dasheng were also slowly rising. Many spies from various countries were quietly pouring into the territory, city-states, imperial palaces, aristocratic politicians, and ordinary people of Dasheng like quicksand.

Perhaps the Great Sheng Kingdom was indeed powerful in the past, but if things continue like this, its future remains uncertain.

Over the past two years, Chu Xingchen has already become integrated into the Da Qi spy network. He now possesses martial arts skills, internal strength, medical knowledge, and toxicology, as well as a deep understanding of the Six Arts and the art of political strategy. Chu Xingchen has long been the sharpest knife in the Da Qi spy network.

If Su Qinhuai really decided to take his life, then he and his spy network would have a thousand ways to help him escape, or he could hide in the Dasheng Palace or among the officials of the aristocratic families under another identity. After all, Chu Xingchen is no longer the same as he was before.

After Chu Xingchen pondered for a moment, he walked around the doctor and came to Su Yingxue. He whispered in a hoarse voice, "How about I pull out the arrow. You guide me, and after I pull out the arrow, I'll trouble the doctor to detoxify and stop the bleeding..."

After Chu Xingchen finished speaking, the imperial physician remained hesitant. Seeing this, Chu Xingchen whispered, "This poison is strange. We haven't been able to identify it for a long time, so it's quite difficult to treat. If the poison spreads throughout the body through the bloodstream, even a god wouldn't be able to cure it."

"Why not take a gamble? After all, I was the one who pulled out the arrow. Even if His Majesty holds me accountable, I will be the first to bear the brunt of the blame. What do you think, Imperial Physician?" Chu Xingchen looked at the Imperial Physician sincerely. In fact, he said this to the Imperial Physician because he had the detoxification pills given by the Medical Sage of Yaoxian Valley.

Most poisons in the world can be neutralized by taking the Yaoxian Valley Detoxification Pills. Even for a small amount of a highly toxic substance, even the pills can't completely neutralize it, but they can dilute the toxicity and alleviate any remaining poison. It's truly a potent medicine, and he only had a small bottle by chance. Furthermore, ordinary hemostatics might be ineffective due to poisoning, but he had the hemostatic powder personally formulated by the head of Yaoxian Valley.

It could be said that even if the imperial physician couldn't save him, he could still offer a helping hand. However, as a hostage prince, Chu Xingchen needed to be ordinary and not stand out too much, attracting attention. It's best for someone who's looked down upon to behave in a reserved manner. It's difficult for someone who's being watched to be an excellent spy.

Upon hearing this, the imperial physician pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement. Chu Xingchen accepted his instruction and pulled out the arrow with all his strength. The moment the arrow was pulled out, jet-black poisonous blood spurted out, a large amount of poisonous blood began to flow out like a fountain. The imperial physician tried every way to drain the poisonous blood, but after the jet-black blood slowly turned red, he was stumped.

This arrow seemed to have been tampered with in some special way. The poison was difficult to cure and the bleeding could not be stopped.

Bright red blood gushed continuously, already staining the riding blanket. The imperial physician administered acupuncture and medication, but the bleeding could not be stopped. Soon, Su Yingxue frowned in pain. Her left shoulder ached intensely, and the blood loss had left her face paler than a sheet of paper.

Seeing this, the imperial physician's sweat dripped from his forehead, and even his hands were shaking. If this continued, Su Yingxue would soon die from excessive blood loss without detoxification and treatment. Qiu Shuang brought in a bowl of medicine prescribed by the imperial physician.

The medicine was boiling hot, so Qiu Shuang put it on the table to cool down. She then tried to help Su Yingxue up and prepared to feed her the medicine after it cooled down.

Chu Xingchen thought about it, pretended to be unintentional when he walked over, smelled the odor of the decoction, analyzed the internal ingredients, and then quietly added hemostatic powder into the decoction.

After drinking a bowl of medicine and after a long time, the bleeding finally stopped.

Upon seeing this, the imperial physician thought that his medicine and acupuncture had taken effect, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with some relief.

The bleeding had stopped, solving one problem. Now, the real dilemma was: how to cure this poison? This poison was tricky, colorless and odorless. Being colorless and odorless made it difficult to identify its source. If one couldn't identify the poison, how could one replicate it, and how could one find an antidote?