Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 298 Towards the Golden Palace (2)

After finishing the walkthrough, Yan Zhen lifted a corner of the carriage curtain to look outside.

Not far ahead, two children, about eight or nine years old, were washing their hands by the stream, while a woman dressed in brocade was muttering something beside them.

On the other side, the coachman was resting on a rock, while a burly man with a sword at his waist was eating.

The carriage, the mountains and forests, the guards, and the symptoms of motion sickness and fever.

Yan Zhen immediately realized that the point in time he had transmigrated to was before the original owner was killed.

Her mind raced as she considered a solution.

To escape being killed, you must first deal with the assassin and the stable boy.

But what happens after that's resolved?

After Xie Zhao became the top scholar in the imperial examination, he spent two years in the capital, so his official position should not have been too low.

The original owner was just a powerless, illiterate peasant woman whose husband intended to kill her. If she continued to go to the capital, she would be going to her death.

Returning to Luo Family Village is not a wise choice either. Xie Zhao, who is in the capital, has been waiting for her family for a long time and will inevitably send someone back to Luo Family Village to check on them. At that time, she may be in dire straits again.

After much thought, the best solution is—to run!

Preserving one's life is of utmost importance; a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.

It's not too late to seek revenge on Xie Zhao once we've accumulated enough resources to rival him.

With this in mind, Yan Zhen immediately began preparations.

She found several bundles and a box in the carriage, which were the luggage that the original owner of the house, her two children, and her mother-in-law, Cheng Qingshuang, had brought from Luo Family Village.

After a thorough search, they found seventeen taels of silver, several hundred copper coins, and seven or eight pieces of jewelry that Cheng Qingshuang usually wore.

She picked out a silver hairpin from her jewelry and hid it in her sleeve. She packed up all the other valuables, then leaned against the car wall and closed her eyes for a short rest.

Before long, Cheng Qingshuang returned to the carriage with the two children.

When Cheng Qingshuang saw Yan Zhen get up, she said irritably, "Aren't you going to pretend to be dead anymore?"

Yan Zhen opened his eyes, glanced at her, and didn't reply.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Qingshuang was very beautiful, with a slender figure and fair skin. Although she was over forty, she had the charm of a woman past her prime.

But she exuded a strong sense of pettiness, and with her mean face, she resembled a nanny from a wealthy family who bullied young maids because of her seniority.

Seeing that Yan Zhen didn't speak, Cheng Qingshuang kicked her: "Sit over there, don't take up Zhaolin's spot."

Yan Zhen moved to the side and shrank into the corner.

As Cheng Qingshuang helped Xie Zhaolin sit down, she cursed, "You look like a pig, and you have no sense of propriety at all. Our Zhao'er must have been incredibly lucky to marry such a stupid woman like you..."

Upon hearing this, Xie Zhaolin said, "Grandmother, Mother is not a pig."

Cheng Qingshuang pinched his cheek, her affection overflowing: "What else could you be but a pig?"

“My mother is a bear. She is so fat, so dark, and so ugly. She looks exactly like the bear that the teacher described.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his daughter Xie Wanfang chimed in, "I think Mom is like a big monkey in a circus. She doesn't talk much usually, but if you whip her hard, she'll get to work."

After Xie Wanfang finished speaking, the three of them, grandmother and grandson, burst into unrestrained laughter.

Yan Zhen's expression darkened slightly.

Although children may speak without thinking, judging from the fact that the two children openly mocked her in front of her, they never regarded Luo Yun as their mother.

They didn't even treat her as an equal.

In their minds, Luo Yun was no different from a lowly servant.

No wonder they could stand by and watch their mother be killed without doing anything.

Those two ungrateful wretches, it would have been better to have a piece of barbecued pork instead of them!

Yan Zhen resisted the urge to slap them and didn't retort until the guards outside called the groom to set off.

Soon, the carriage started moving, its wheels rolling over the dirt road, the carriage swaying and rocking.

Given the original owner's tendency to get carsick, Yan Zhen felt dizzy and nauseous again.

Just then, Xie Zhaolin said his legs were numb and insisted that Yan Zhen massage them.

Yan Zhen didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but when Cheng Qingshuang saw that she didn't move, she started scolding her again.

He cursed at her while poking her forehead with his long fingernails.

Insulting terms such as "stupid woman," "ugly woman," and "fat pig" were used repeatedly.

Yan Zhen narrowed his eyes, turned to Xie Zhaolin and Xie Wanfang and said, "Da Bao, Er Ya, and water chestnut cake, do you want some?"

The two children's eyes lit up: "Where?"

Yan Zhen pointed to the bundle in the corner: "There."

The two children rushed to the corner to rummage through the bundle.

Taking advantage of their backs being turned to him and Cheng Qingshuang, Yan Zhen suddenly launched an attack, gathering all his strength and slapping Cheng Qingshuang with his large, fan-like hand.

With a sharp "smack," Cheng Qingshuang was knocked unconscious before she could even let out a scream.

Xie Zhaolin turned the bundle upside down but couldn't find the water chestnut cake. He was about to ask Yan Zhen where it was when he turned around and felt a pair of hands pressing on the back of his head.

The next moment, his forehead collided violently with Xie Wanfang, who was standing right next to him. The impact made him see stars, his body went limp, and he lost consciousness.

After knocking out the three ingrates, Yan Zhen took out her silver hairpin and first lifted the carriage curtain to observe the situation outside.

The coachman sat on the carriage shaft, focused on driving, while the guards rode behind on horseback, neither of them aware of what was happening inside the carriage.

Or rather, they weren't completely unaware; it's just that they'd witnessed Cheng Qingshuang humiliating and beating her daughter-in-law so much these past few days that even if they heard the sound of slapping, they would assume that the person being slapped was Luo Yun.

Yan Zhen gripped the silver hairpin tightly, moved closer to the carriage door, seized the opportunity, and suddenly thrust the hairpin into the driver's temple with lightning speed.

The long hairpin pierced straight through the coachman's head and protruded from his temple on the other side.

Yan Zhen paused slightly.

Human skulls are incredibly hard, yet she could pierce them with a single strike, suggesting that the original owner's strength was far greater than that of an ordinary woman.

After silently eliminating the coachman, Yan Zhen pulled back her silver hairpin, let out a loud shout, and then kicked the coachman's corpse off the carriage.

The assassin was indeed alerted and rode over. Seeing the coachman dead, he immediately dismounted, ran to the carriage, and reached out to lift the curtain—

But just as he raised a corner, a silver hairpin, through the carriage curtain, pierced his eyeball with perfect accuracy and went through the back of his head.

Having resolved the biggest crisis, Yan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

Without the slightest hesitation, she picked up her packed bag and jumped off the car, not forgetting to kick the unconscious Cheng Qingshuang twice before leaving.

You're the pig!

Riding on the guards' horses, Yan Zhen left the mountains and forests.

She used the shadows cast by the trees to determine the time and direction, and rode her horse south at breakneck speed, reaching a small town as the sun set.

The town wasn't particularly bustling, but it had all the necessary infrastructure, so Yan Zhen found an inn to stay at.

A wooden sign hung in the lobby of the inn, displaying the menu for the day. Yan Zhen glanced at it and his gaze froze.

She doesn't recognize a single word in this world.

She struggled to decipher the crooked, complex characters on the wooden sign, which had no connection whatsoever to any of the ancient scripts she knew.

Well, now he's truly illiterate.