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

Chu Xingchen was dressed in black clothes, his hair as black as black. He was thin, but his figure was still strong, and the black clothes made him look even more charming.

Now he had removed all his disguises and walked to the bed. Chu Xingchen's eyes, still blazing in the darkness, stared deeply at Su Yingxue lying on the bed.

The beauty on the bed had her eyes closed, but the makeup on her face had been removed. Her skin was clean and white as jade as usual, but now a little pale.

Chu Xingchen pulled her wrist over and took her pulse.

Chu Xingchen wondered if Su Yingxue had shown any signs of the poison taking effect after being misdiagnosed as poisonous for the past two days. After taking her pulse, his slight worry seemed to be put to rest.

Fortunately, nothing happened. His deep frown dropped slightly, his eyes fixed on the white wrist in his hand, which was as white as snow and as delicate as a jade lotus root.

On that snow-white wrist, there is a bright red toad sand. Below the toad sand, there is a small bright red mole. It is small and light red, like her mark, unique to her.

Chu Xing sat down beside the bed, lifted her up and leaned her against his chest. He reached into his bosom and took out the antidote, feeding it to her personally. He even wiped the traces of blood from the corners of her mouth with his sleeve.

She was delicate and soft, falling into his arms, very quiet. Su Yingxue had a light and elegant fragrance, like a deep jasmine blooming in the quiet of the night, but with a light and peaceful and unique fragrance that made it hard to forget once you smelled it.

Chu Xingchen looked at the woman in his arms, his eyes indeed had a little more inexplicable softness than the sinister look just now.

Su Yingxue was trapped in a deep nightmare at the moment. She lay unconscious in his arms like a well-behaved porcelain doll, quietly letting him do whatever he wanted.

Chu Xingchen recalled that many years ago, when he was about to leave the inner palace of the Great Qi Dynasty in a carriage, he sat in the gold and jade inlaid carriage for the first time.

The only nanny in the cold palace who was willing to take good care of him chased him all the way, and finally, before his carriage left the palace gate, she threw his favorite doll made of rags to him.

That day, he hugged the carriage window and cried, shouting to stop the car, but unfortunately no one paid attention to the words of an ignorant, powerless and unloved child.

Finally, when the doll was thrown through the window, Mammy fell to the ground. He held the doll he had picked up and sat in the car, crying bitterly.

How old was he at that time? The hostage was still young. He didn't want to leave the Great Qi Dynasty. Although his life there was not good, he still had a nanny, instead of being locked in a carriage and leaving crying.

Chu Xingchen looked at Su Yingxue in his arms, feeling a little dazed for a moment. At this moment, she was as obedient as a doll, lying quietly in his arms and leaning on him.

Chu Xingchen sighed, pulled out an acupuncture kit from his chest, and used his internal energy to pierce the acupuncture points, using his internal energy to expel the poison from Su Yingxue. Her pampered body was too delicate, so at the beginning, in order to help her recuperate, he chose this gradual detoxification method.

The silver needles are used to prick the acupuncture points and force out the poison. Because of the overwhelming power, it is also very painful.

So every time, Chu Xingchen would use a knockout potion to knock her out in advance, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble and relieve her pain.

He continued to practice acupuncture like this for an entire incense stick of time, until Su Yingxue, with a pale face, spat out a mouthful of dark blood.

Chu Xingchen had already placed a handkerchief over her lips, and even carefully wiped the blood off her lips. He then gave her a special heart-protecting pill before completing the detoxification process.

Su Yingxue still leaned safely in his arms. She had been feeling the pain of detoxification due to being trapped in a nightmare, but now she felt calm and secure after spitting out the poisonous blood and removing the silver needles, and fell into a deep sleep.

Chu Xingchen held her in his arms, feeling that she was small, delicate, and fragile. Su Yingxue had been the deepest nightmare of his childhood. He feared her, hated her, and envied her.

Chu Xingchen felt a sense of unfamiliarity when facing Su Yingxue now. When a vicious and spoiled woman shed her vicious exterior and suddenly became like a stranger, he felt a certain ripple in his heart.

"Su Yingxue, if you don't love me, why... why do you want..."

Why do you want to provoke me again?

Chu Xingchen smiled bitterly, his eyes complicated.

Chu Xingchen stared at the woman sleeping quietly in his arms with burning eyes. Once upon a time, her eyes were always fixed on him, but now, her eyes were all on the figure in white clothes as white as snow...

Chu Xingchen's eyes were sinister, but he finally gently brushed her hair that was scattered on both sides, gently tucked it behind her ears, then laid her on the couch and covered her with the quilt.

The bright moonlight shone through the window screen on her face, soft and warm, making her look particularly demure.

Chu Xing sat silently beside her. She had not made up for the lessons taught by the teacher in the past few days, but wasted time here instead.

Chu Xing was lost in thought, looking at her pretty face. He remembered the winter clothes she had given him and the bow and arrow she had chosen for him. In the end, she had never given that man anything.

How could a mere merchant's son, no matter how talented and handsome he was, compare to him? Even if he was an unfavored prince, so what?

One day, the carp will leap over the Dragon Gate, the whale will soar into the sky, and the trapped dragon will break out of the shallows.

One day, Chu Xingchen secretly swore in his heart, he would be so powerful that no one could ignore him, including her.

Chu Xingchen's eyes turned cold, as if she was bewitched by something. She was mumbling in her dream. He lowered his head to listen, but heard her softly call out, "Brother Mo..."

Chu Xingchen's eyes were cold and instantly became eerie and sinister. Even the hand holding her fair wrist couldn't help but tighten a little.

The sleeping woman frowned deeply because of the sudden pain in her wrist, as if she was silently crying out in pain.

Suddenly, Chu Xingchen's hand touched a hard object next to the jade pillow. He reached out and picked it up. It was a purse with exquisite embroidery.

He looked around and felt that from the color, fabric texture, and embroidery style, they were all gifts from a woman to her beloved.

Chu Xingchen's eyes were cold. She had only been in Shuibo Pavilion for a few days, and even the purse had been embroidered. It turned out that she cared so much about Mo Yunsheng...

Chu Xingchen's face was gloomy when he thought of Su Yingxue calling her lover's name affectionately in her dream, the same cherry lips that gently called him "brother" a few days ago.

But at this moment, she called him Brother Mo so tenderly and intimately, and his heart felt like it was burning with fire, and his anger rose.

Chu Xingchen lifted her thin, pointed chin with his hand, then lowered his head and kissed her warm, moist, tender lips as if possessed by a ghost. A familiar touch swept over him...

The difference from that day on the lakeshore was that Su Yingxue's lips were cold, her face was pale and she looked lifeless.