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

Chu Xingchen, with a dozen guards and Su Yingxue who was brought by him, once again broke into the eighth floor of the Qin family's tower.

This time, Chu Xingchen's secret guards silently knocked out all the guards in the tower with silver needles soaked in secret medicine, and then they went unhindered all the way to the eighth floor.

Now, there was only one white-robed monk left in the eight-story pagoda. The monk sat there, his eyes closed, chanting sutras. Even though Chu Xingchen and several others surrounded the pagoda, he remained calm.

"Master, I came here just to ask you a question," Chu Xingchen looked at the white-robed monk in front of him with cold eyes. He had been hit hard by his palm last time, and his internal strength was unfathomable. Therefore, at this time, he was also very cautious.

Although Su Yingxue was wearing a nightgown, she did not know any martial arts or light skills. At this moment, Chu Xingchen and the others were standing on the eaves outside the tower, with the sky thousands of feet below them.

Su Yingxue was like a chick, being held by Chu Xingchen in his arms. She stood on his toes, the winter night breeze whistling in her ears, and the endless abyss under her feet. She was so scared that she could only hold Chu Xingchen's waist tightly.

Su Yingxue was deeply afraid that when Chu Xingchen and the others started fighting with the white-robed monk, her palm wind would be so sharp that she might be knocked off the tower by mistake.

"May I address you as Master Liaokong?" Chu Xingchen's voice was cold and calm, showing no fear at all. In stark contrast to his composure was Su Yingxue, who huddled tightly around his waist, eyes closed and shivering.

His elder sister was being well-behaved at this moment.

She hugged him so tightly, as if she couldn't leave him at all. A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of Chu Xingchen's mouth.

Chu Xingchen had just finished reading the name of the white-robed monk when he saw his eyes wide open. He picked up the bracelet, stood up, turned around, and faced Chu Xingchen.

"Interesting! In all these years, he is the first person who has trespassed into the pagoda and dared to call me by my Dharma name." The white-robed monk looked at the two people hugging each other in front of him calmly.

"Master Liaokong, the reason I came to visit you this time is, firstly, that I am determined to get the secret of the ninth floor. Secondly, the daughter of an old friend of mine really wants to visit you." Chu Xingchen looked at Master Liaokong, who was wearing a white cassock, and said tentatively.

"If you want to know the secret of the ninth floor, don't be so delusional." Master Liaokong laughed heartily upon hearing this, with a look of disdain in his eyes. "The last time you came here, you were hit by Liaokong's palm. I guess your internal injuries haven't fully healed."

"Last time, you didn't get any advantage. This time, you brought a little baby girl who doesn't know any martial arts and can't even stand. You dare to dream of attacking the eighth floor? It's really ridiculous."

The white-robed master said coldly, "Ever since Luo Kong entered the tower, no one has been able to shake this place in the past ten years."

"You are just a little boy. Although you are skilled in martial arts, you are still not as strong as me." Lekong advised coldly, "It is not right for a monk to cause harm. If you are sensible, take your little girl and leave as soon as possible."

Chu Xingchen heard this and smiled respectfully, "Master Liaokong, I am not here to fight with you today."

"Master, you've been in charge of this tower for the Qin family for over a decade. Why has your title, Master Kong, remained unchanged?" Chu Xingchen stared at Master Kong and continued to probe. "Perhaps, even after more than a decade in the Qin family, you still can't forget the name bestowed upon you by your former master?"

"Or maybe, Master Liaokong, in these years, you have actually been thinking about your old master, Nangong Jiuyue, right?"

Chu Xingchen finished speaking word by word in a cold voice. The moment the white-robed monk heard his words, a dark color suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then the Buddhist beads in his hand broke with a sound, and one, two, three, and several other Buddhist beads condensed with strong internal energy flew towards Chu Xingchen.

"You bold boy! How dare you mention her name, you dare?" The white-robed monk was filled with rage, and a fierce palm wind followed.

Seeing this, Chu Xingchen already knew what he was trying to test. He hugged Su Yingxue tightly and dodged the beads, leaping out of the window on the other side of the tower. The moment he landed, Chu Xingchen tore off her mask, turning Su Yingxue to face the white-robed monk's back. He said in a deep voice, "Master Liaokong, don't you want to meet Princess Su Yingxue, the only daughter of Consort Nangong?"

Chu Xingchen spoke every word clearly, his voice sonorous and resounding.

Upon hearing this, the white-robed monk instantly retracted his fierce palm wind. He seemed to disbelieve Chu Xingchen's words and slowly turned his head until he saw Su Yingxue's clean, beautiful, and familiar face under the moonlight. His eyes suddenly reddened.

"Is it Axue?" Master Liaokong looked at the woman in front of him who was wearing a black nightgown. She was stunningly beautiful, just like the woman he used to be.

The woman in front of him was full of youth and beauty, like a flower blooming on a branch. She had the same pure, beautiful, clear and clean eyes as her mother, her eyebrows were similar to her mother's, and her cherry mouth was exactly the same as her mother's.

"So, Ah Xue has grown up so much..." The white-robed monk's voice suddenly choked with sobs. He said lightly, "Ah Xue, you and your mother when they were young are exactly the same. You look like you were carved from the same mold..."

Master Liaokong suddenly felt a little sad. The girl in front of him didn't know him. There was inquiry, curiosity, and doubt in her eyes when she looked at him, but there was no respect or familiarity.

That was the only pearl left by Jiuyue in the world, the child she gave birth to at the risk of her life during a difficult labor, the only pearl left by the Nangong family, the Nangong family, and Jiuyue's only hope. It was the existence that made him stay here for more than ten years and was content with it.

In an instant, Master Liaokong burst into tears.

"Jiuyue, your Axue is here," Lekong cried to the sky, "Jiuyue, the last pearl of the Nangong family, is here, Jiuyue..."

"Jiuyue, Axue is very beautiful, just as beautiful as you hoped..."

"Jiuyue, Liaokong finally lived up to your trust and waited for Axue...Jiuyue...she is here..." Master Liaokong cried to the night sky, telling something while crying.

He cried with deep emotion, and Su Yingxue, who was standing not far away, was moved by what she heard.

Although Su Yingxue couldn't guess who he was, she knew the name Jiuyue.

The original novel states that Su Yingxue's biological mother, Nangong Jiuyue, was the late emperor's favorite imperial concubine. The novel records that she was assassinated while protecting the late emperor, leaving behind an orphan.

The late emperor felt guilty towards Nangong Jiuyue, which was why he showed an unreasonable preference for her. Before his death, the late emperor forced Su Qinhuai to swear a poisonous oath to protect her for the rest of his life, which was why Su Qinhuai doted on his youngest sister.

But according to the original plot of the novel, the person named White-robed Monk does not seem to be mentioned at all.