Transmigrating into a female supporting role in a book

I stepped into the passage holding on to the wall. Although there seemed to be no light inside and it was pitch black, it couldn't suppress my exploding curiosity. Without thinking, I groped my way down step by step along what seemed to be downward stairs.

After walking in a very long straight line, we started to walk upwards again. Fortunately, there were some fluorescent stones on the walls of the corridor that glowed faintly, so it was not completely dark.

After my eyes adjusted, I could see a little bit of the road ahead. The exit was on the upper stairs, but it seemed to be blocked by something.

A wooden door that I tried to push several times but failed.

Forget it. I’m not a hard-working person by nature. I never try to do anything more than 30% of the time and never force myself.

Just as I was about to turn back, there was a clicking sound, and the wooden board above my head was pulled open. The bright light that shone in instantly made me cover my eyes subconsciously. Then someone grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me out of the tunnel, and threw me heavily onto the wooden floor.

I only heard a man's voice, "Tsk, why is it you?"

I was still lying on the ground, so I could only look up and see a familiar face, "Prince?"

"Why are you here?" He was sitting down, and after seeing my appearance clearly, he leaned back in his chair, waved his hand, and asked everyone on the side to leave.

Before I could answer, he suddenly changed his question, remembering something, "Are you alone? Or are you with others? Who discovered the mechanism?"

I got up from the floor and didn't rush to answer. I just looked around the place first, then walked to the table, took a cup and poured myself a cup of tea, moistened my throat, and spoke before he got angry again, "I was here by myself. I wanted to wait for you in your room, but then I accidentally discovered the trap and walked all the way here along the tunnel. Will the prince kill me to silence me?"

I turned my head to look at him, while feeding tea from the cup to my mouth.

He stared at me for a long time, then snorted with a sneer. The gloomy smile on his face only stayed for a moment, and then he changed his expression quickly, "Who are you? Where is the real Shen Xingye?"

"Guess?" I put the empty teacup back and walked casually to the window to see the view of the yard outside.

"Do you really think that I dare not punish you?" As he spoke, Situ Jue had already come behind me and held a short sword across my neck, the sword still in its sheath. The metal sheath was inlaid with gems, which hurt the tender flesh on my neck a little.

In a split second, I gave up on my own suicide and tried to return to the original world.

The main reason is that I am afraid of pain.

I stretched out my hand to push away his dagger. "The prince clearly went out, but he went around to a small courtyard next door. I'm afraid there is something he doesn't want people in the mansion to know. I accidentally discovered one of your secrets, so I'll exchange one of my own for yours. How about this?"

He put down the dagger and took two steps forward, forcing me to step back.

But the room was not big. I leaned one hand on the window frame, leaned my back against the pillar in the corner, and gave him a silent smile, but I couldn't hide the disgust in my eyes.

Brother, don't come over here. Do you need to be so close to me if we're just talking?

Situ Jue looked at me carefully, as if trying to find some flaws in my expression.

I looked at him nonchalantly, with an attitude of "please feel free to do as you please".

After a moment, he made a decision, "You speak first. I want to see if your secret is worth it."

I suddenly smiled even more, "Situ Jue, if I am really the one who was swapped, then where is the real Shen Xingye now? You don't care at all, right?"

His eyes dimmed, as if he was angered by my provocative tone, "I never accept threats from anyone, you can try it."

I was still jumping back and forth between committing suicide and making compromises, but I felt a great sadness in my heart, and this feeling did not seem to come from me. In fact, I always knew that all my efforts to please others were in vain. A man who does not love you will not even look at you even if you give him your life. He may even think that you died at his feet and soiled his shoes.

After the excitement, I breathed a sigh of relief and patted Situ Jue on the shoulder. "Don't be angry, I just asked casually. I won't threaten you, and I don't have the ability to do so. As you can see, I am Shen Xingye, but I am not the Shen Xingye you think I am."

"Are you crazy?" He glanced at me coldly, drew a conclusion for me, and reached out to brush the place on his shoulder where I had patted him, as if there was invisible dirt there.

"It's obviously not the case. Don't judge others by yourself. In fact, the real Shen Xingye has been angered to death by you. I'm just a passing ghost who took over her body. This is my secret. Since you know the truth, you should agree to divorce me, right?" I put on a fake smile.

He snorted again, "So this is your goal. Divorce? Forget it. A divorce letter is still possible."

"Okay! If it's a divorce, then write it. Do you have a pen and ink here? Write it now!" Anyway, I'm not from their era. I don't expect to marry into a good family based on my reputation as a woman, and I wouldn't be afraid of having a bad reputation after being divorced.

As long as I can leave the palace and no longer have to face his Sima face, I will be very grateful.

However, when I started looking for the four treasures of the study, I suddenly heard a strange sound coming from Situ Jue's direction.

I looked back and saw that his face was gradually turning pale, while his lips were unusually red. He seemed to be losing consciousness. He held his chest tightly with one hand and tried to grab something around him with his other hand, but he grabbed nothing. His body swayed twice and then he fell to the ground.

The heavy sound of falling attracted the servants outside the door, and two of them ran in hurriedly, "Your Majesty!"

I quickly backed away, putting some distance between me and them, and raised my hands to prove my innocence, "It's none of my business, he fainted on his own!"

Situ Jue was helped to lie down on a bench nearby. One of the attendants saluted me and said, "Princess, please take care of him. I will go get the doctor."

After another attendant settled Situ Jue, he also bowed to me and said, "Then I'll leave it to you, Princess. I'll go get some hot water right away."

"Uh...you trust me so much?" I stood there in a daze, watching the two busy figures walking away.

Well, in that case, I walked over to Situ Jue and called his name softly.

At this time, there were beads of sweat on his forehead and his face was still very bad. One hand was tightly grasping the collar of his chest, wrinkling the fabric.

Could it be a heart attack? I thought to myself, I have no experience in caring for patients.

Moreover, I have never seen Situ Jue like this in my original body's memory. Could it be that what I said just now made him so angry that he became ill? No, no, if he was so petty, he would have been angry to death long ago, and it would not be my turn.

It must have been a coincidence that he had an attack and I ran into him.

His eyes were closed, he was breathing with difficulty, and it looked like he was about to die at any moment.

I had a thought: if he died right now, there would be no need for a divorce letter. The Concubine Dowager is a good person. She would not let me be a widow in the palace at such a young age. Maybe if I plead with her, she would let me go home on my own.

Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed my wrist.

Situ Jue seemed to have a last glimmer of life. He opened his eyes and looked at me, and said in a hoarse voice with great difficulty, "Are you... just looking forward to... my death..."

"How can that be possible!" I quickly put on a smile and simply sat down on the edge of the bench. I grabbed his hand with my backhand and covered his cold palm with my own hands. "You won't die so easily. You look like you will live a hundred years. It's very hard, isn't it? Wait a little longer, the doctor will be here, don't say anything, dear!"

Judging from his appearance, he probably can't read minds or anything like that.

It can't be that weird.

I put aside my previous thoughts and tried to think of something good.