Saving the Obsessive Villain Boss [Quick Transmigration] (GL) - Chapter 2

The periphery of Fangzhi Palace was the Wall of Ten Thousand Rens (Wàn Rèn Gōng Qiáng), heavily guarded with a soldier every ten steps, thus the interior surveillance was lax. Only the entrance to the secret passage was guarded by two sentries, and the long passage inside was completely empty.

A fist-sized bronze lock, already covered in a thick layer of dust, hung before the dim dungeon. The cage, forged from refined iron, allowed food and water to be slipped through the gaps, but her hands and feet were shackled, forcing her to crawl on the ground to drink or eat.

— What kind of humiliation and pain was this?

No wonder Xu Zhaosu’s eyes held an undying resentment the moment she saw her.

The white-robed State Preceptor stood silently before the prison for a long time, her gaze resting on the desolate figure inside the cell. Her posture was rigid for a moment, and then she suddenly stretched out her hand.

— A line of silver light suddenly appeared.

That instant of silver light was blinding in the gloomy secret passage, but Xu Zhaosu’s eyes did not blink. Those dark pupils stared intently at the person not far away, as if trying to carve her overly cold and detached features, line by line, onto her heart.

The slender, fair right hand was suited for holding a sword. Having practiced for a long time on the immortal mountain, she seemed to be imbued with the cold, heartless, and detached aura of the snow mountain. For a moment, Xu Zhaosu even thought she had come to kill her.

Her recent frequent actions might have drawn the alertness of this overly clever woman.

— She was on the verge of success, but was it really going to fail at the last moment?

— Then she watched with wide eyes as the long ‘Falling Snow Sword’ decisively descended. The prison, which had been tightly locked for a year, was pushed open, and something lightly clattered to the ground.

— She had severed the chains with a single stroke of the sword.

Shi Qingyi’s hands trembled—to fit the character of a ruthless, heartless scumbag, she had personally put the shackles on, and the only key in the world had been sealed by her in the Yuming Hall.

Half an hour ago, when she couldn’t find the key after searching all over Yuming Hall, she was completely distraught.

As the ultimate scumbag who forced the villain to become corrupted, how could she keep the key? Of course, she had thrown it away casually on the day she locked her up, ah ah ah ah ah!

As for where she threw it, could she say she just casually tossed it into the Taiye Pond?

And how Xu Zhaosu was supposed to get out in the end, how was she supposed to know?

In the end, she could only try to find a famous sword capable of cutting iron like mud, and the heartbreaking thing was that the ‘Falling Snow Sword,’ which was claimed to be able to sever all hard things in the world, was a birthday gift Xu Zhaosu had given her last year.

She had actually seen Xu Zhaosu’s expression in that instant just now—

A face full of cold disdain, sarcasm, and towering hatred.

— It was also the expression that an ex-girlfriend should have when the person who stole her throne, imprisoned, and tormented her for a year, came to kill her with a gift she had sent.

Shi Qingyi: “…”

She felt a little like she was having a heart attack.

But she couldn’t let her persona crumble. She could only maintain a cold and indifferent face as she walked step by step into the narrow cell.

The gorgeous skirt, plain white and the colour of snow, stepped into that silent and confined area, and within two steps, it was quickly stained with dirt and grime, causing the palace servants behind her to be apprehensive.

— The State Preceptor loved white and had a severe cleanliness fetish. A person who would blacken her face for a whole day if a speck of dust landed on her, was now ignoring the filth of the prison.

There was no bed or chair in this small space. The ground was uneven, and her shoes, which had just stepped on accumulated snow outside, now felt the bone-chilling cold inside more clearly. Every step was so cold she questioned life itself.

— It was hard to imagine how Xu Zhaosu, who grew up in luxury, managed to stay here for a year. No wonder she suffered from poor health later in life, leaving behind chronic ailments, and even changed her temperament drastically, becoming a ruthless killer.

“What are you doing here?”

A hoarse voice, three degrees colder than ice, instantly pulled Shi Qingyi back to reality.

— No, it was about time now.

Shi Qingyi’s lips twitched. The person in front of her had already become corrupted.

This question was difficult. As the former scumbag, Shi Qingyi felt pressure.

Whatever she said seemed wrong. If she said a thousand times that she was wrong and begged her to let her go, offering to warm her bed willingly, no one would believe it. She might even be killed by this person prematurely.

Shi Qingyi remained silent, the sword light flashing in her hand. After a burst of grating noise, the iron chains binding Xu Zhaosu’s four limbs clattered to the ground.

Thanks to the skills she had honed through countless worlds over the years, her swordsmanship was excellent. The chains were complexly wound, almost entirely wrapping the person inside, but her sword continuously grazed the woman’s body, unable to move within, yet did not injure her in the slightest.

The feeling of the blade brushing past her ear and skin was terrifying, almost feeling like death was narrowly avoided. Not only did the palace servants outside the prison think the State Preceptor was about to murder her to silence her, but Xu Zhaosu herself thought so too.

Then she felt the bone-chilling coldness of the ground abruptly vanish, and when she opened her eyes again, a clear and utterly beautiful face was close at hand.

— She had fallen into Shi Qingyi’s arms, who was straining to carry her, walking step by step towards the outside.

Shi Qingyi’s face maintained a flawless cold composure, but her heart was in utter collapse.

— It wasn’t that Xu Zhaosu was heavy. In fact, Xu Zhaosu was terrifyingly light. When her hand wrapped around her back, she could clearly feel the sharp, prominent bones, a kind of emaciation with no flesh, just a frame of bones remaining.

If she couldn’t escape this suffering and make a comeback a month later, she might genuinely not survive this winter.

From the moment she picked her up, Xu Zhaosu’s hands fiercely gripped her arm.

Her fingernails, which had not been trimmed for nearly a year, had grown to a terrifying length. The force was such that it seemed like she was trying to tear her apart alive. Although the fine fabric prevented the sharp nails from penetrating the clothing, she could still feel the stinging pain on her skin.

— She was about to cry from the pain.

— Hold it, hold it, cannot crumble!!!

The guards kneeling at the entrance were agitated—what was the State Preceptor doing here at this time? What should be done if the actions of His Majesty (the State Preceptor) were exposed?

The moment they heard footsteps, they looked up, only to see a faint wisp of white drifting out from the end of the deep secret passage, pure as the deep winter snow. Then that snowy color grew closer, finally stepping out.

Not just him, but almost everyone around instantly widened their eyes.

The woman, with a white skirt like snow and untainted by dust, slowly emerged from the depths of the secret passage, holding another woman in her arms. That usually snow-white skirt was stained with dirt.

The person she was holding was covered in filth and grime, her broken dress barely covering her body, but she was clearly the Emperor who had been imprisoned here and vanished from the world a year ago!

A person who has stayed in dim conditions for a long time cannot instantly adjust to the external light. Xu Zhaosu’s eyes were momentarily unfocused. Physiological tears rolled down the corners of her eyes and slipped into her collar.

The daylight outside reflected the snow, making it incredibly blinding. At the moment her pupils lost focus, she couldn’t see anything and instinctively tightened her grip.

— It was Shi Qingyi’s arm beneath her hand.

Just that one action dug into the delicate arm. Bl00d soaked through the conspicuously white skirt, showing a shocking colour. Shi Qingyi paused slightly, reaching out to cover Xu Zhaosu’s face with the State Preceptor’s wide sleeve, blocking the blinding light. This also conveniently covered the thin, barely-covering-her-body dress. Her fingers brushed inadvertently past her ear, just managing to wipe away that tear.

Then she looked up and briefly glanced down, warning the group of people who were scrutinizing her with astonished looks.

The gaze of someone habitually in a position of power was cold and majestic. The group below immediately bowed their heads, daring not to look up, but this did not diminish the blazing fire of gossip in their hearts.

— The State Preceptor carried His Majesty out???

Note: carried, carried!

Shi Qingyi didn’t have the courage to carry Xu Zhaosu all the way back to Yuming Hall, across half the palace, unless she bought medicine from the main god space, otherwise it was a pipe dream.

Moreover, it was heavily snowing outside, she wasn’t wearing much, and Xu Zhaosu was even worse off in just a thin dress. Walking all the way back was equivalent to self-abuse plus a murder attempt—she wisely chose to call for a sedan chair.

She held the person and closed her eyes to rest for a moment, pondering whether she should speak first, when the sedan chair arrived. The moment she stepped inside, Shi Qingyi felt an unprecedented warmth.

— It was so warm.

After enjoying the warmth for a moment, she stretched out one hand, and a moment later, a furry cloak was indeed placed in her palm.

— She was a hedonist, prioritizing her own comfort in any world, never shortchanging herself.

The person outside was quite observant, good.

The cloak had a hood. Besides the light gold cloud pattern on the trim, it was completely white. It felt warm to the touch, and the fur inside was soft and comfortable, with a bright lustre, clearly a rare and good item.

She was just about to move her hand to shake open the cloak when she felt the fingernails embedded in her flesh dig in again.

Excruciating, bone-deep pain—

Shi Qingyi used all her willpower not to let her face contort and scream like a pig in pain.

Then, with the hand holding the cloak, she tremblingly lifted the sleeve covering the face of the person in her arms.

The moment she lifted it, she couldn’t help but freeze—she saw a face full of tear tracks. The person in her arms seemed to be suppressing something fiercely, refusing to make a sound, yet the fingers clutching her arm tightened more and more, almost wanting to claw a hole in her arm.

— A pain of mutual suffering.

It was almost explicitly stated: If I hurt by one part, I want you to hurt by ten or even a hundred times!

And, it seemed like something else was wrong—