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

Chapter 458 Relying on Favor (3)

Fu Xue was startled: "Your Highness, what's wrong...?"

Yan Zhen said, "Don't ask any more questions. If you want to live, listen to me."

Fu Xue had served the original owner since childhood and was a loyal and obedient maid.

In his previous life in the Northern Jurchen royal court, Ji Tu's eldest son was captivated by Tan Jun Zhuo at first sight during a banquet and could not forget her. One day, after getting drunk, he broke into Tan Jun Zhuo's residence in the harem, intending to take advantage of her.

In an attempt to buy Tan Junzhuo time to escape, Fu Xue clung tightly to the eldest prince's leg, only to have her skull shattered by his palm strike, ending her life in a foreign land.

Yan Zhen planned to take this protective maid with him when he left.

In this life, I must at least protect those whom the original owner cared about and those who cared about the original owner.

Fu Xue, though surprised and uncertain, nodded after hearing Yan Zhen's words: "Yes."

The master and servant returned to the carriage. Seeing that the cooking pot was boiling not far away, Yan Zhen instructed another maid named Qu Shuang to call the cook over.

Qu Shuang was puzzled: "Does the princess have something to instruct the cook? Please give the order, and I will go and relay it..."

Yan Zhen frowned: "Just go when I tell you to, stop with all the nonsense!"

The original owner rarely spoke harshly to the servants, but when Qu Shuang was scolded by Yan Zhen, she quickly lowered her eyes and went to call the cook.

When the cook arrived at the carriage, Yan Zhen handed him a handful of weeds and instructed him to boil a pot of water with the weeds after he finished cooking, as she wanted to use it to soak her feet, and so on...

After the cook received his instructions and left, Fu Xue, who had gone to poison the food, returned.

Yan Zhen dismissed Qu Shuang and noticed fine beads of sweat on Fu Xue's forehead, realizing how nervous the girl was.

“Your Highness, I have done as you instructed and put the herbal juice into the pot,” Fu Xue said softly. “That herbal juice is…”

"You'll find out later." Yan Zhen picked up a plate of sweet cakes from the small sandalwood table inside the carriage and handed it to Fu Xue. "Eat more, don't eat dinner."

Fu Xue was taken aback.

Night fell, and the forest was quiet.

Yan Zhen changed out of her bright red wedding dress, took off her phoenix crown, and packed this expensive outfit into a small bundle and carried it on her back.

She changed into Fu Xue's clothes and quietly lifted the carriage curtain.

Qu Shuang, who had been forced off the carriage, fell asleep on the carriage shaft. Not far away, even the night watchman couldn't withstand the effects of the medicine and fell into a deep sleep.

Amidst the rising and falling snores, Yan Zhen led Fu Xue down from the carriage.

The two men led away the two horses and rode off.

Fu Xue had never ridden a horse before. After the horse had only run a few miles, she couldn't stand the bumpy ride and fell off its back.

Hearing the commotion, Yan Zhen quickly reined in her horse and turned around to see Fu Xue lying on the ground, wincing in pain. She immediately dismounted and ran over to her, asking, "Fu Xue, are you alright?"

"My feet hurt so much..." Fu Xue frowned in pain.

Yan Zhen deftly took off her shoes and socks, and touched the tendons and bones in her ankle: "You twisted your ankle, but luckily the bones weren't broken."

She made a move to help Fu Xue up, but Fu Xue grabbed her wrist: "Your Highness, are you trying to elope?"

Yan Zhen nodded: "I cannot go to Beijue; I will surely die if I go."

Just when Yan Zhen thought Fu Xue would advise her to prioritize the country and consider the bigger picture, and to return to the wedding procession as soon as possible, Fu Xue said, "Then you should run quickly and don't worry about me."

Yan Zhen was taken aback.

“This servant can’t ride a horse and will only be a burden to you. You should go quickly and go as far away as possible.” Fu Xue said, pushing her forward. “Hurry up! Otherwise, the wedding procession will catch up and you won’t be able to leave.”

Yan Zhen looked at Fu Xue's round face and felt a warmth in his heart.

This girl is exceptionally loyal to Tan Junzhuo.

"If we're going to leave, we'll leave together." Without further ado, Yan Zhen helped Fu Xue up from the ground.

"But Your Highness..."

"Shut up if you don't want to be a burden. I won't abandon you." Yan Zhen interrupted her, helped her to the side of the horse, and gritted his teeth as he helped her onto the horse.

Fu Xue was slightly chubby, and her original strength was weak as she had never done any housework. After this series of actions, Yan Zhen was panting heavily.

Fu Xue looked at her sheepishly: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I've caused you so much trouble..."

Yan Zhen waved his hand, caught his breath, and then led the other horse over. He held the reins in his hand, climbed onto the horse that Fu Xue was riding, and the two of them rode together.

"Hold on tight to the saddle," Yan Zhen instructed Fu Xue. She reached her left hand through Fu Xue's waist to grab the reins, and with her right hand she held the reins of another horse, urging it to move away.

The master and servant avoided the main road, traveling at a leisurely pace. Yan Zhen relied on the rising and setting of the sun to determine his location and asked farmers for directions. It took him three days to reach the outskirts of Tingzhou City.

Tingzhou and the neighboring Yunzhou had fought a battle a few days ago, and the entire city was under martial law. When Yan Zhen and Fu Xue arrived outside the city, the city gates were closed, and soldiers with bows and arrows were patrolling the battlements.

The two did not approach rashly, but observed the situation at the city gate from a distance.

Fu Xue asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, this is the territory of the King of Zhao. Do we really want to enter the city?"

"Yes," Yan Zhen said. "We not only need to enter the city, but we also need to find King Zhao."

Upon hearing this, Fu Xue shrank back, a hint of fear in her eyes: "I've heard that the Prince of Zhao is a tyrannical monster who kills people at the slightest provocation, and he even eats human flesh and drinks human blood!"

"A demon?" Yan Zhen's interest was piqued. "What do you mean?"

As far as she knew, this was not a high-dimensional world that could give birth to monsters and gods.

Zhao Yuan was a rebel, and the reputation of warlords who controlled a region was not good, but at most he was called a "monster".

He would be described as a monster, which proves that he has something extraordinary about him.

"I've heard that King Zhao's mother was a sorceress from a foreign land who used her magic to bewitch King Zhao's father. Their union resulted in the birth of King Zhao, who is as tall as a mountain, with bulging muscles, palms like fans, immense strength, and eyes that glow with golden light in the night. He also enjoys eating raw meat..."

Yan Zhen burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Fu Xue's eyes widened. "You don't believe me?"

"I believe you." Yan Zhen pulled her back into the woods outside the city and said, "I've never seen such a demon before. Since we're already here, we should at least go into the city and take a look."

Fu Xue: "..."

Yan Zhen changed into her wedding dress and wore a phoenix crown, and did her makeup.

After getting dressed, she squatted down by the stream to wash her hands. She glanced at her reflection in the water and was slightly taken aback.

With bright, clear eyes, red lips, and white teeth, the woman reflected in the water had delicate and beautiful features. Her eyes were clear and bright, and she exuded an air of nobility that seemed to have been nurtured by a life of luxury, like the most beautiful peony in a garden in early summer.

"So beautiful." Yan Zhen admired his own reflection, thinking that the original owner truly deserved to be the most beautiful woman in Liang Kingdom.

It's a pity that prosperous times need beautiful women to adorn them, while chaotic times need beautiful women to take the blame. The more beautiful and higher the status of a person, the faster they will die in times of turmoil.

After getting ready, Yan Zhen mounted his horse and swaggered towards the gate of Tingzhou City with Fu Xue.

As soon as the two women on horseback appeared at the city gate, they attracted the attention of the soldiers patrolling the battlements.

"Who is coming?"