After Transmigrating Into The Weak Villain Chapter 95

Chapter 95

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“If it weren’t for something that caused fear and anxiety, why would he be so anxious to set up a trap for you, willing to injure Jiang Yanchi severely and set up an assassination? What is Su Mingan really afraid of? Can’t you understand at all!” 

Each word was like a string of pearls guiding him to think about information he had never considered before. 

What is he afraid of? 

What is Su Mingan really afraid of? 

In the end, he could only say emptily, “I… I don’t understand.” 

A sigh came from above. 

“He repeatedly circled and probed, designing assassinations. On the night you woke up, Jiang Yanchi was unconscious due to severe injuries. Why? Because he didn’t want you to reveal Xu Chunmu’s identity to Jiang Yanchi.” 

“To reveal Xu Chunmu’s identity to Jiang Yanchi?” Chu Xie was full of shock, feeling absurd deep in his heart. He immediately retorted, “Do you know that Jiang Yanchi misunderstood me and Xu Chunmu having an affair? I dare not explain to him because if I disclose this secret, once the rumors spread, Xu Chunmu will become the second Chu Xie, burdened with a hopeless life that the Shen family descendants must face. I already know that Zhao Lingqu is Jiang Yanchi’s uncle. How could he…” 

“He won’t reveal it!” The original Chu’s words were resolute. 

Chu Xie didn’t understand the source of his unwavering confidence. 

He could only patiently untangle the logic, calmly analyzing, and said, “Why wouldn’t he! Jiang Yanchi has half the blood of the Yue Clan flowing in his veins. He said that even without relying on me, he could secure the throne with Su Mingan’s support. If I tell him about this, pleading with him, even if he is willing to keep the secret, would he still help me send Xu Chunmu out of the city?” 

He had been with Jiang Yanchi for five years, often not understanding the logic behind his actions, unable to predict his behavior. 

Why did the original host, who hadn’t spent much time with Jiang Yanchi, have such unwavering confidence in his actions? 

The original host said that Su Mingan was anxious to kill him and Xu Chunmu because he feared that Jiang Yanchi would know Xu Chunmu’s identity. 

It was ridiculous. Why would Su Mingan be afraid of this? 

“Are you stupid? Why send anyone out of the city! He will protect Xu Chunmu himself!” 

The original Chu gritted his teeth, resentful, “You’re making such a mistake in judgment on these matters! It’s ridiculous!” 

The voice suddenly paused, as if he had just thought of something, and after a while, he slowly said, “I won’t be wrong. As long as you tell the young emperor, he will no longer misunderstand your relationship with Xu Chunmu. He will definitely offend Su Mingan and do his best to protect Xu Chunmu.” 

“I…” 

“Believe me. The young emperor Jiang Yanchi is Xu Chunmu’s only real chance at life!” 

“Go back. You don’t need to do anything, no need to scheme or plan. Just tell Jiang Yanchi who Xu Chunmu is, and write a letter to Xu Chunmu, telling him to return to the Northern Territory under the command of the Changming Army. Xu Chunmu has a great reputation in the Northern Territory, and there is no need for any military orders to mobilize forces. As the saying goes, a general away from home is not bound by imperial decrees. First, lead the army to besiege the capital. Regardless of anything, protect Jiang Yanchi’s throne before Su Mingan takes action!” 

Chu Xie was confused, carefully pondering the reasoning behind it. But the more he delved into it, the tighter the thread in his heart pulled, seemingly painful as if dripping blood. 

Under the dense and intense pain, it felt like something was breaking through, bursting out through the cracks. 

Along with it, there was a surging emotion and a vibrant panic, packed in the heart and lungs. This kind of pain and empathy were very different; it was clear, intricate, making people—

Hot tears welled up. 

“No, it’s wrong…” 

“I can’t tell Jiang Yanchi.” 

The original Chu asked coldly, “Why?” 

Plop. 

Clearly in complete darkness, yet a tear seemed to fall from the corner of Chu Xie’s eye. 

He didn’t know where this impulse came from, but words from the depths of his heart slipped out. 

“If I tell him…” 

“His entire life… will be completely ruined.” 

Yes, Jiang Yanchi would be ruined. 

Chu Xie didn’t yet understand where this intuition came from, but at this moment, he felt extremely certain. 

There was no doubt whatsoever. 

“If I truthfully inform him about Xu Chunmu’s identity, and then die in front of him… his future life will never, ever have any joy again.” 

The original Chu first paused, then sneered, “So, you also understand.” 

“I can’t say.” Chu Xie clenched his hands, emotions surging with each breath, his gaze firm. “Xu Chunmu is going to die, let him die.” 

“Don’t forget, Shen Yin is still in my hands. You promised me that you would save Xu Chunmu!” The voice in the darkness suddenly became cold and sinister, and the spoken words were like an invisible hand clutching his throat, “You have to say it, whether you want it or not, you have to say it!” 

Upon hearing Shen Yin’s name, the rage that surged in Chu Xie’s chest seemed to be extinguished by a bucket of water. The crack in the depths of his heart was seemingly sealed off by something, quickly quieting down. 

It was like a stone sinking to the cold bottom of a lake, even the ripples dispersed. 

Yet, faintly, it continued to restlessly stir. 

“Do you think that by not saying it, you can save Jiang Yanchi? He will still be dethroned, his life will still be ruined! If you choose to speak, you can at least preserve his endless glory and power in the future.” 

“Why… why do I have to get involved in your hopeless life, constantly playing the role of a villain who can never win any chance of survival.” Chu Xie’s voice was calm, different from the emotional ups and downs earlier. “Why, why is it me.” 

Sensing his mood calming down. 

The voice in the darkness spoke again. 

“With Chu Xie’s background and experiences over these ten-plus years, haven’t you realized that it’s like a foul-smelling swamp, and there is no hope to be found sinking deep into it.” 

“And… what then.” 

Chu Xie’s voice was muffled, and the restlessness in his chest gave him an almost uncontrollable feeling of oppression. 

“With a father who’s a murderer and a mother with depression. Your life is the same.”

His pupils suddenly enlarged, eyelashes lifted, and beneath, a burst of fragmented light shot out. 

This time, even the depths of his soul began to tremble, without the emotional ups and downs, but it seemed as if every inch of his bone marrow was about to be crushed, merging into the tumultuous blood rushing towards the top of his head. 

It made people dizzy, bewildered. 

“Do you think coming back has any use? Can you save Shen Yin? No, you can only accompany her in death. What’s the difference between you and me? Your life, from the beginning, has been a h*ll. No one can give you hope.” 

The voice was bone-chilling, using the most indifferent tone to reveal the cruelest truth. 

He was like a cat with a hurt paw, the anger only lasted a moment, soon suppressed. 

The voice, like stagnant water, was silent.

“What about you… What use do you think you have? A fool whose mind is blinded by hatred, eager for self-destruction. Who can you protect? You say I can’t save Shen Yin, but can you save Xu Chunmu?” 

“Yes, I can’t save him. But you can.” 

The voice of the original Chu echoed in the darkness, lingering for a long time. 

“Zhao Xuan pities you, Qi Sui repeatedly yields to you, even the little crown prince born from the same gutter willingly lets you manipulate him… Shen Chu, that world has no vitality for me, but for you, it does.” 

“So, what I can’t do, you do. What you can’t do, I can do… Shen Chu, I entrust Chu Xie’s life to you. I have only one wish… save Xu Chunmu for me. In return, I will save Shen Yin and eventually return the body to you. As long as Xu Chunmu doesn’t die, I promise you that your life from now on will be a bright and clear path.” 

Chu Xie felt the voice in the darkness gradually fading away. 

“Go back. This is the last time. Use your final plea and entrustment before death to completely trap Jiang Yanchi for the rest of his life. Only then can you use the imperial power in his hands to completely save my only younger brother in this world, Xu Chunmu.” 

But familiar, noisy voices followed, drowning out the impending promise. 

“After this matter, I will keep my promise and give you a hopeful and new life.” 

***

Drip, drip. 

Chu Xie slowly regained his hearing, touch, feeling something hitting his face, drop by drop. 

Sliding down his cheek and into his neck. 

Struggling to open his eyes a crack, the setting sun withdrew its last rays of light, leaving a dark room with a few flickering candles casting dim shadows. 

Casting the intertwined figures of the two on the wall. 

Outside, silent snowflakes fell, reflecting the white moonlight, and the accumulated snow on the window gleamed like crystal. 

Why, still crying. 

Chu Xie weakly moved his hand, and the other immediately noticed, breath caught, supporting his shoulder and stabilizing his figure, “Ah, Ah Xie… you, you…” 

After choking for a long time, it seemed like he was alive again, sighing lightly, “You’re awake…” 

Then, he pressed his face against Chu Xie’s forehead, holding him firmly, rubbing him in his arms, “I knew it, I knew it… Ah Xie, what do you want to eat? I’ll instruct someone to make it. Are you thirsty…” 

“I, I, you…” 

More and more stuttering, unable to speak in the end, could only hug the person tighter, “Does it hurt a lot? Where does it hurt? Why aren’t you talking…” 

The final voice trembled, sniffing once.

“Am I dreaming? Is that it?” 

Silly child, Chu Xie sighed inwardly and replied, “Not too painful.” 

His body was numb from the cold; how could he still feel pain? 

Jiang Yanchi, however, was completely frozen. This time, he truly stayed in a daze for a long while before remembering something. He quickly called for Little Xizi outside and spoke softly, as if afraid of disturbing the fragile person in his arms. 

In his reddened eyes, there was a poignant glimmer of tears. Every blink caused another teardrop to fall onto Chu Xie. Stuttering, he said, “Not a dream… really, awake, just… good. Those quack doctors, they said you… said you would…” 

Chu Xie, feeling the loss of body warmth and realizing time was running out, had to interrupt him and prioritize what needed to be said. 

“Jiang… Yanchi.” 

“Hmm? What do you want to eat? Don’t rush, later… after taking the medicine, I’ll ask the imperial physician to…” 

The clouds parted, and moonlight poured in, casting a bright glow into the room. 

“Bring, paper and pen.” 

Jiang Yanchi was stunned, seemingly not understanding what he intended to do. After a moment of thought, his expression turned grim. He pulled a forced smile and said, “What do you need paper and pen for? What is there to write at a time like this? Don’t write. You’ll be fine.” 

Did he think it was a farewell letter? 

Chu Xie glanced at him, reiterating, “Bring them.” 

Jiang Yanchi couldn’t resist him, so he instructed someone to bring paper and pen. Chu Xie, not knowing where he got the strength, actually lifted his foot to get off the bed. Jiang Yanchi draped a thick cloak over him and tucked a warming stove into his sleeves, then carefully helped him sit on a nearby desk. 

Chu Xie saw the writing materials and began to write a few words. “Yuan Qinqi*.”
*only recipient allowed to open the letter and read it, and the recipient is also asked not to publicize the contents of the letter

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