The Supporting Female Character Enters the Game, the Crazy Crown Prince Slowly Falls Deeply in Love - Chapter 66

Jiang Yao looked at Jiang Zhen’s face, which was filled with resentment, and subconsciously retorted, “That Zhao Ruoqin was engaging in illicit relations with his stable boy right in front of you. You knew it was a pit of fire…”

“Even if he took you as a concubine out of deference to the Xuan Yang Marquis’s Consort, he would not treat you with sincerity.”

“Yes, so I stole your item. If you want to expose me, go ahead!” Jiang Zhen turned her face away.

Jiang Yao reached out, intending to help Jiang Zhen up first. “I wasn’t thinking of exposing you…”

Jiang Zhen, however, fiercely shook off her hand. When she looked up, the tears in her eyes had been replaced by resentment. Her voice suddenly became sharp. “I don’t need your false kindness! For me, this Jiang Manor is the biggest pit of fire!”

Saying this, she pulled up her sleeve, revealing scars on her arm. The wounds were a mix of old and new. Some had faded, leaving only shallow marks, but others were still red and swollen, clearly inflicted recently.

Jiang Yao was startled, her hand frozen in mid-air.

Seeing these injuries, even Jiang Ying couldn’t help but be shocked. “These, these injuries…”

“Now you come here one by one pretending to be good people,” Jiang Zhen’s voice grew even sharper. “You claim to care about me, but I don’t want your charity!”

“I refuse to be trampled underfoot for my entire life!”

Jiang Yao looked at Jiang Zhen’s tear-streaked face, suddenly feeling helpless.

She suddenly realized that she couldn’t remember Jiang Zhen’s ending in the book, or rather, the plot in her mind was becoming increasingly blurred.

Jiang Zhen took a step back, wiped the tears from her face, and her voice was cold and hard: “You don’t need to persuade me. I have already made up my mind. No matter what, I must fight for myself this one time. As long as I win the Prince’s favor, no one will ever look down on me again.”

After saying this, Jiang Zhen quickly turned and left, leaving only Jiang Yao and Jiang Ying standing far behind, staring at each other.

“Elder Sister… should I have not intervened that day…”

Jiang Yao looked at Jiang Zhen’s retreating figure, a bitter taste rising in her heart. She truly didn’t know Jiang Zhen’s thoughts. She had only acted based on her own judgment, feeling that the Xuan Yang Marquis Manor was a pit of fire, and so she got involved.

Was she…

Really just minding other people’s business?

“Did you stop her at the time?” Jiang Ying looked at Jiang Zhen’s retreating figure and sighed softly.

Jiang Yao was silent for a moment. “I… I did not.”

She had watched Jiang Zhen enter the side room, reminded her from outside the window, and then left.

“Then it was her own choice,” Jiang Ying took Jiang Yao’s hand, feeling that her younger sister was still too naive.

She pulled Jiang Yao to sit down on the chair and said softly, “Zhen’er… she has a stubborn, suspicious personality. If she truly decides on something, no one can change her mind. She now believes that only by attaching herself to a powerful branch can she change her life.”

Jiang Yao looked up, a hint of confusion in her eyes. “Is that wrong?”

Now that she thought about it, what difference was there between her and Jiang Zhen?

Jiang Zhen wanted to attach herself to the Regent King to escape Liu Shi’s control.

And she chose to deceive Xie Yunian to escape her original fate.

“The choice itself has no right or wrong. It’s that she herself… is stubborn and trapped,” Jiang Ying sighed.

Jiang Yao forced a wry smile. “Elder Sister, Young Master Xie is still suffering from amnesia. Is it unfair to him if I rush to settle the engagement?”

She didn’t even know what Xie Yunian was thinking, yet she had intruded into his life with a lie.

Jiang Ying was startled, then quickly understood. “Ya’er, you and Young Master Xie are deeply in love. Even if he recovers his memory, he would still be willing.”

But how can a lie be hidden for a lifetime?

“Deeply in love?” Jiang Yao shook her head, a trace of self-mockery surfacing in her eyes. “Young Master Xie is top-notch in family status and appearance. Marrying him is truly beyond my station.”

“Ya’er!” Jiang Ying interrupted her, her tone unusually severe. “What kind of person is Young Master Xie? If he truly felt you were reaching too high, why would he continue to help you time and again even after losing his memory? He treats you well because he is willing to. Who can force him to do something he doesn’t like?”

Jiang Yao was stunned, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Even after Jiang Yao returned to her own courtyard, Jiang Ying’s words echoed in her ears.

“He treats you well because he is willing to.”

No way.

How could that be possible?

Xie Yunian must also be using her.

Using me for what, though?

What quality do I possess that Xie Yunian would find useful?

The night was thick, as if it could swallow all light.

In an underground secret chamber of the Chengbo Marquis Manor.

This secret room was buried deep underground. Moss clung to the damp stone walls, and the air was filled with a putrid, bloody smell.

Faint light filtered from the candles on the wall, illuminating the entire space intermittently, as if countless ghost shadows were lurking in the darkness.

In the center of the secret chamber, a person covered in blood was tightly bound by iron chains, his head bowed, his breath weak, as if he might pass away at any moment.

His outer robe had been stripped and put onto the executed prisoner. Now, his inner shirt was completely soaked with blood.

Even Zhao Quan would probably not recognize the person before them as his contact, Liao Sheng.

“Zhao Quan is dead.” Xie Yunian, dressed in a dark black robe, sat on a chair opposite him, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, his voice calm.

“He said that Xiao Wuheng instigated you, so I killed him.”

“You, what did you say?” Liao Sheng raised his head, his cloudy pupils contracting abruptly. A low growl escaped his throat. “You are Prince Jin’s man…”

Xie Yunian’s lips curled slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes. “A dying man can believe whatever he wishes.”

Liao Sheng’s breathing became ragged. The iron chains grated harshly with his movements, and his voice was hoarse. “I don’t know anything! Just kill me!”

Xie Yunian’s gaze darkened. He suddenly threw the dagger, embedding it directly into Liao Sheng’s shoulder blade.

Liao Sheng let out a sharp, agonizing scream.

Xie Yunian stood up and looked down at the bloodstain on his cuff, slightly frowning.

He leaned closer, his voice cold. “Do you know that sometimes, death is a kind of release?”

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and twisted the dagger halfway inside the wound. Liao Sheng instantly straightened his back, emitting gut-wrenching screams of agony.

The sound echoed through the secret chamber, chilling to the bone.

Xie Yunian chuckled softly. “Can you speak now?”

Liao Sheng nodded desperately, tasting the blood from his bitten lip. “I’ll speak, I’ll speak! It’s Young Master Zhao of the Xuan Yang Marquis Manor! He, he gave me the poison and told me to deliver it monthly to the palace eunuch in charge of procurement…”

His voice was broken, and blood foam spilled from his mouth with every sentence.

Xie Yunian suddenly raised his hand and fiercely tightened the iron chain around his neck, pulling him forward like a dead object. “Five years ago, when the defense map of Hetu County in Shuobei was stolen, was the Xuan Yang Marquis Manor also involved in that plot!”

Liao Sheng’s face instantly went pale, and pained whimpers came from his throat. “It truly was… it was the Xuan Yang Marquis who provided the Hetu defense map. He resented General Xie, and taking advantage of his official position, he gave the defense map to the foreign enemies outside the northern border…”