I Transmigrated into the Villainess, and the Tyrant Holds Me by the Waist

The moment Su Ruanruan opened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into an old-school angst novel as the vicious supporting female character with the most gruesome death!

She was destined to be tortured to death by Xiao Jue, a ruthless regent who had slaughtered countless people? Su Ruanruan’s legs turned to jelly. She packed up her bedding and fled that very night. “I’m out! The Buddhist temple is my home!”

The original plot? Tear it up! Frame the heroine? Hand over the evidence and switch sides! Drug the tyrant? She chanted sutras of repentance loud enough to shake the heavens!

Her life motto: Stay alive! Keep your distance from the leads!

But the tyrant’s radar was too sharp. She fell into flowerbeds climbing walls, got stuck halfway through a hole, and put on painfully awkward displays of fake illness... Every day brought a new public humiliation, and whenever she saw Xiao Jue, her legs went as limp as noodles.

Until one night, she stumbled upon him, gravely wounded and on the brink of death. She turned to run, but a bloodied hand clamped around her ankle.

The man’s breath was scorching, his thin lips brushing her earlobe. “Why run? Didn’t you want to be this prince’s... antidote?”

Later

At the new emperor’s enthronement ceremony, the assembled ministers were stunned to see the iron-fisted ruler holding a crookedly embroidered little yellow duck chest guard in his palm.

And the empress, who was rumored to be scared out of her wits, was tugging at his dragon robe and complaining in a sweet voice:

“It’s all your fault! My legs are still weak... and my back aches too!”