Transmigrating into a female supporting role in a book

Hearing the sound of wheels turning, it seemed that the carriage had passed through the city gate and turned from the cobblestone road to the dirt road outside the city, with a different degree of bumps.

As long as I shouted loudly, "Brother-in-law, save me," Zheng Hua would definitely hear me. But how could he, a small commander of a patrol camp, fight with Princess Yanyun and this second-rank general? Not only could he not help me out of the predicament, but he would also give me another life for nothing.

The carriage was shaking all the way, and the noise outside was getting quieter and quieter. After we left the city, I had no idea where He Zhao was going to take me.

During this time, I acted weak and helpless, and he didn't touch me again.

When I was tied up by Princess Yanyun's men, they took away all my jewelry while I was unconscious, and even changed my clothes. So, I kept imagining what would happen if I jumped out of the car or rebelled. Although I was unwilling, I could only come to one conclusion in the end: even if I really had the courage to deal with the person in front of me, I didn't have the strength to compete with him. I was completely reduced to a fish on the chopping board.

Otherwise, I'll try biting my tongue to commit suicide... It hurts so much, I can't bite it off at all! And I don't want to die at all!

I shifted my gaze to He Zhao's face, from his mask to the jade hairpin in his bun.

The bluish-white jade hairpin should be a harder type of jade.

Just as I was about to pull out the jade hairpin on his head to use as a weapon to threaten him, this man, although not looking at me, was able to see through my movements. He quickly stopped me, grabbed my wrists, and then twisted both of my arms behind my back, so that I could only make weak excuses like a chicken with its wings held.

"What are you doing? I just wanted to take a look at your mask, but I haven't touched it yet. If you can't let anyone touch it, just say so earlier!"

"Do you want to see the mask, or the face underneath it?"

"I don't want to see anything now! Can you let go of my hand?" I struggled a little, but my body moved closer to his arms.

If someone entered the car at this moment, they would definitely think that we were hugging each other in a strange posture.

When I was close to him, I could smell some other scent mixed with the alcohol on his body, which seemed to be familiar to me.

For a moment, I was a little dazed, so I looked up and stared into his eyes, observing him carefully.

When he looked at me, his gaze suddenly avoided, then he let go of my hand, sat back, and distanced himself from me.

This time I took the initiative to approach him and went straight for his mask.

He did not stop when the mask was removed from his face.

After taking off the mask, I was stunned.

This face turned out to be the deceitful spy who had been lurking in the palace. At that time, I wanted to find out his secrets and chased him to see his true face, and the face he showed me was this one.

So, it was also fake? I wanted the truth, so he used the face of someone who would never appear in Beijing to deceive me. He was very dedicated and paid great attention to details. With my vision and cognition, I would definitely not find any problems.

In an instant, all the anger, grievance and resentment that he had felt when he was humiliated by Jia Liu's words surged into his heart again. He had clearly told himself that as an adult, a soul that had received modern education, how could he be sad over such a small matter? It would not be a big deal if he stopped the loss in time.

But why was I holding the mask at this moment, tears flowing uncontrollably?

No, this is not the time to cry. My life is about to be lost, why are you still crying? I wiped the water marks on my face with the back of my hand, threw the mask back to He Zhao, turned my head to look at the closed car window on the other side, and tried to calm down.

"Why are you crying?" He Zhao asked.

"It's none of your business!" I replied coldly.

He pulled my chin, forcing me to turn my head and look at him again, and asked again, "Why are you crying?"

"My eyes hurt, so I can shed some physical tears, is that okay?"

"Does it make you so uncomfortable to see this face again?" The fingers that were pinching my jaw loosened their strength and began to stroke my cheek gently, as if wiping away my tears.

I almost thought I was hallucinating and couldn't believe my ears. "You...what did you say?"

He looked at me with a half-smile and didn't answer.

"Who are you?" I asked the question softly, and my heart rose to my throat at the same time.

He still didn't answer, but replaced any verbal explanation with a kiss.

"Ugh..." I only resisted briefly for a few seconds before I was completely conquered by him. My body went limp in his arms, and my consciousness almost collapsed.

When the carriage stopped, he carried me out of the carriage. I felt a little dizzy. It was really physiological dizziness, probably due to lack of oxygen.

It was already pitch black outside, and I couldn't see clearly what kind of manor we were in. After he took me into the house, I remembered to ask him, "What is this place?"

"This is my private property in the suburbs of Beijing. No one will come to disturb you. You can live here peacefully."

"What's going on? Won't you explain?" I looked around. The layout here was no worse than that in the palace. The furniture looked very expensive. "You're not He Zhao? Then who are you?"

"I'm a little hungry. Are you hungry? Let's eat something first." His tone was gentle, completely different from before.

"I'm not hungry!" As soon as the words fell, the stomach growled loudly, slapping the owner in the face.

He smiled and told people outside to prepare food, and soon someone brought in hot meals.

After satisfying my stomachache, I couldn't wait to ask him again, and he asked someone to bring me a sweet soup with lotus seeds and red dates.

"Hurry up and tell me. If you don't explain it honestly, I will... not eat it!" I stared at the bowl of fragrant soup in front of me and pursed my lips.

"I am indeed not He Zhao, or rather, there is no He Zhao in this world. Have you heard of the Imperial Dragon Guard?" He slowly scooped up a spoonful with a spoon and brought it to my mouth. When I couldn't resist the temptation and was about to open my mouth to take it, he quickly turned the spoon handle and fed it into his own mouth.

This guy is really scheming! I stared at him, "What's the Dragon Guard? I've never heard of it!"

He scooped another spoonful, but stopped at the edge of the bowl without moving. "People in Da Qi should know about the Imperial Dragon Guard. Even three-year-old children in the capital have heard of the Imperial Dragon Guard's deeds."

I muttered casually, "I'm not from your Da Qi, and I don't understand what's so strange about your official positions." Then I simply snatched the spoon from his hand and started eating myself.

"The Imperial Dragon Guard is a special department established in the third year of the current emperor's reign. It is not supervised by the six ministries and is on the edge of the court. The guards are all young men in their teens, selected for their martial arts and educated by experts. Each of them is a sharp blade that can help your majesty solve problems..."

His words caught my attention but didn't slow me down in dancing with the spoon.