The Supporting Heroine Awakens and Clings to Her Chancellor Husband for Dear Life

The burning pain of poison wine searing her throat, the sight of her imperial father and mother lying in pools of blood, and... Xie Heng, her husband in name only, standing over her with a bloodstained sword in hand, his gaze cold as he looked down at her as if she were a crushed bug.

“Your Highness is awake?”

A clear voice, devoid of the slightest hint of emotion, sounded beside her.

Xiao Yuehua froze from head to toe. Her neck turned inch by inch, like a rusted mechanism.

Xie Heng sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing his bright red wedding robe. It made his face seem as flawless as jade, his features as lovely as a painting. But his deep eyes held none of a groom’s joy, only a bottomless pool of icy water. He held a white jade wine cup, his fingertips lightly stroking its rim. The gesture was elegant, yet somehow brought to mind a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

That cup of wine! The one that poisoned her in her dream!

Terror seized Xiao Yuehua’s heart, nearly choking her. She instinctively shrank back. The brocade quilt slipped down, revealing her snow-white shoulders and the crimson bodice beneath, and she shuddered.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Xie Heng leaned closer and brought the wine cup to her lips, his voice so gentle it sent chills down her spine. “Drink a cup of wedding wine to calm your nerves.”

His approach brought with it a cool scent of pine, utterly at odds with the cloying warmth of the fragrance around her. Xiao Yuehua stared at the cup just inches away. The rim seemed to still hold the warmth of his fingertips. If she drank it, she would die. If she refused... would he kill her right now?