After Transmigrating as the Scumbag Alpha Supporting Character, I Captured the Female Lead (GL) - Chapter 9

The sky was almost bright.

This night was finally coming to an end.

At the hour of the Rat (midnight), Imperial Physician Li had visited the study to report that Lanxin’s life was no longer in danger and her condition had been stabilized.

This news allowed Rong Yang to breathe a sigh of relief. If Lanxin had actually died, she feared Su Yao would have risked her life to kill her ahead of schedule…

She sent someone to relay the news to Su Yao, hoping it would make her feel better.

Looking at the dim sky and the faint glimmer of dawn, Rong Yang rubbed her aching eyes. She walked to the entrance of the dining hall, wanting to catch a glimpse of the person inside, but in the end, she didn’t push the door open.

She simply instructed the guards:

“Watch the Princess Consort closely. If she needs anything, report to me immediately.”

“Yes.”

Rong Yang then went to the abandoned northwest courtyard where Lanxin had been tortured. To think such a place existed within her residence. As a gust of wind blew past, the air carried a metallic scent of blood that made her frown; she loathed the smell of blood.

Chunxi said that Lanxin had crawled to the entrance covered in blood, and was only saved when a gateman spotted her.

Rong Yang’s lips moved slightly, but she didn’t utter a single word, as if bound by some invisible constraint.

Xia Qing arrived to report that Chen Ping had confessed.

Inside the main hall of Fanghua Palace.

Rong Yang sat silently in the seat of honor, her sharp, defiant gaze carrying a hint of predatory aggression.

Chen Ping lay slumped on the ground, his face deathly pale. The blood on his head and face had dried, but blood was still seeping from his body. Not far away, a trembling woman knelt on the floor.

“Princess, the culprits have been brought in.”

Rong Yang spoke coldly: “Chunxi, go and invite the Princess Consort.”

Su Yao was supported as she walked in. She looked weak and somewhat disheveled, yet she remained breathtakingly beautiful—like a piece of white jade with a slight flaw that only made her more striking.

Glancing at the figure in red sitting at the head of the room, she gave a self-deprecating laugh, then sat to the side and closed her eyes.

Whether you believe me or not, Su Yao, I will prove it to you. Rong Yang beckoned with her hand, signaling for the proceedings to begin.

After bowing, Xia Qing spoke clearly:

“Princess, Princess Consort, after a night of investigation and evidence gathering, the cause and effect of Lanxin’s injuries have been clarified.”

“While in the servants’ quarters, Lanxin befriended a servant named Lihua. They were of similar age and shared similar hardships, becoming close friends who told each other everything.”

“It is easy to share suffering, but difficult to share prosperity. When Lihua learned that Lanxin had been transferred back to serve her Miss and was living in Fanghua Palace, jealousy quietly took root.”

“Her lover, Chen Ping, came up with an idea for her to use a ‘bitter meat’ trick (self-injury to gain sympathy) to borrow money from Lanxin. They planned to borrow a large sum and then elope to live outside the residence.”

Su Yao slowly opened her eyes. Memories flashed through her mind of Lanxin looking distracted lately. Lanxin had mentioned once that she had a very good friend in the servants’ quarters, and hoped that if she ever left this place, she could take her friend along.

“Lihua, tell the rest of the story yourself!”

Lying on the ground, Lihua trembled at the sound of Xia Qing’s voice.

“I…”

“I started finding ways to borrow money from her. She was willing the first two times, but after borrowing ten taels, she said she had no more.”

“I didn’t believe her. What kind of place is Fanghua Palace? How could she have no money while following the Princess Consort? Any piece of jewelry from there is worth thousands of taels. I told her to steal—she’s the personal maid, so even if she was caught, there wouldn’t be a severe punishment.”

“She refused and told me not to look for her again.”

“I went back and told Chen Ping. He said she had changed since becoming the Princess Consort’s maid and looked down on us laborers.”

“Chen Ping told me to lure her out.”

“I told her it would be the last time we’d meet, and that I wouldn’t bother her again after that. So, she came.”

“I took her to the abandoned courtyard Chen Ping guards. We only meant to scare her into giving us money, and then leave it at that.”

“Who knew she would refuse and even threaten to tell the head stewardess about us? Everything that happened after… was Chen Ping’s doing…” Lihua collapsed onto the floor, muttering to herself, “I didn’t want this…”

Su Yao did not speak. Her head throbbed; she couldn’t distinguish whether this was one of Rong Yang’s schemes or the actual truth.

Intense hatred gave her the strength to stand. Like a malevolent spirit crawling out of hell, she radiated a chilling, terrifying aura. She stood before Lihua, her voice freezing:

“When she was being beaten, what were you doing?”

Lihua knelt straight, her head bowed low. Her shoulders shook—it was unclear if it was from sobbing or fear. “I…”

“Did you ever think of saving her?”

“I was scared…”

In the blink of an eye, Su Yao snatched the sword from Xia Qing’s hand and pierced Lihua’s body.

Lihua’s unfinished words were drowned in a surge of blood.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence, save for the sound of blood dripping from the blade. Rong Yang’s hand froze mid-air. The bloody scene and the pungent smell hitting her nose caused her extreme discomfort.

After a long moment, she regained her senses, stepped down from her high seat, and approached Su Yao.

Su Yao slowly raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the approaching Rong Yang like the edge of a blade. Xia Qing stepped forward to shield Rong Yang, but was pushed aside.

Su Yao began to laugh softly—a sound that was desolate and filled with hate.

She stared directly into Rong Yang’s eyes. She seemed lucid, yet also as if she were living in a dream woven from vengeance. She didn’t care about the blood on her hands; she knew this day would come sooner or later.

But Rong Yang caught the flash of a tremor in her eyes.

A high fever made Su Yao’s thoughts a blur, and her vision began to fail. The world spun around her. She tried with all her might to see something clearly.

Suddenly, her body pitched forward involuntarily. In the moment of falling, she dropped into a warm embrace. Now, she could see.

It was that mad woman.

But it didn’t quite seem like her…

It was the same cold, arrogant face—a heartless person who happened to have a pair of romantic peach-blossom eyes and a high nose…

But the expression was wrong…

That mad woman would never show a gaze full of tension and worry.

“Su Yao, Su Yao, what’s wrong with you!” Rong Yang looked anxiously at the person in her arms. “Why are you so hot?”

Ignoring the lingering smell of blood in the hall, she held Su Yao tightly and headed toward the bedchamber, shouting as she went:

“Get Imperial Physician Li here immediately!”

The hall instantly fell into chaos.

Imperial Physician Li rushed over as if facing a formidable enemy. Only after checking Su Yao’s pulse did she breathe a sigh of relief.

She told Rong Yang that the Princess Consort’s condition was due to deep-seated emotional distress, lack of sleep, and extreme nervous tension, causing her body to run a slight fever. She needed rest, and with a few herbal prescriptions to regulate her body, she would be fine.

After reporting, the physician stepped aside and wiped the cold sweat from her brow. It seemed she wouldn’t be leaving the residence today either.

The bedchamber was thick with an oppressive atmosphere. Rong Yang said nothing, merely watching Su Yao silently. The thin Kunze (Omega) lay on the bed under a light quilt, her face showing a rare peace. Her slightly knitted brows had relaxed, and her fingers clutched the sheets briefly before slowly letting go.

Rong Yang sighed softly: “Let her rest well.”

“No one else is allowed near. Report to me the moment she wakes up.”

Chunxi complied. Watching the retreating figure in red and then looking at Su Yao on the bed, a flash of worry crossed her eyes.

Rong Yang glanced around the bedchamber but didn’t see the maid named Banjian. Her early appearance had made Rong Yang cautious; she didn’t know what new variables this change would bring.

Standing back in the main hall of Fanghua Palace, the scene of the recent events had been scrubbed clean, as if everything that had happened was a mere hallucination.

Rong Yang stood there for a long time. She had originally thought that as long as she didn’t do what the original character did, and instead helped the female lead achieve her goals, the hatred would eventually decrease.

But the frequent accidents proved one thing: the female lead was growing at high speed, and the plot pace was accelerating. She had been here less than a month, and the female lead had already started killing. In the original book, she didn’t kill anyone until six months later!

Rong Yang finally realized that this Hatred Value was the female lead’s nourishment; it would push her to the top step by step.

How am I supposed to reduce it then?

Should I just run away?

The mission said to ensure the original character survives, but it didn’t say how to survive.

[Detected that the host has thoughts of fleeing. Warning 1. After three warnings, you are out.]

A mechanical voice suddenly rang in her head, making Rong Yang’s heart skip a beat.

What is talking?

Since you can talk, can you teach me what to do next?

… …

Her only response was silence.