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

Chapter 466 Relying on Favor (11)

Zhao Yuan stared at her for a long time, then suddenly sneered coldly, and then raised his hand to push Yan Zhen off the bed.

Yan Zhen fell headfirst off the bed, caught off guard. She looked at Zhao Yuan in astonishment and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I almost fell for your trick!" Zhao Yuan looked down at her and sneered, "You persuaded me to leave Tingzhou, and I've been gone for more than four months. When I return, it's hard to say whether Tingzhou will still belong to the Zhao family!"

"You want me to assassinate Ji Tu and the Queen? Dream on! If Ji Tu dies at my hands, the Northern Jurchens will definitely see me as an enemy. Then they will turn their attention to Tingzhou, and we'll fight to the death. Tan Xuanmo can then reap the benefits!"

Yan Zhen: "..."

After all that talk, Zhao Yuan still didn't believe her.

"You don't have to go. Just lend me Hong Fu, and I'll go to Beijue with her. You stay in Tingzhou and wait for us to return. Is that alright?"

Zhao Yuan sneered again: "Who in Tingzhou doesn't know that Hong Fu is a fierce general under my command? If she falls into a trap with you after leaving the city, wouldn't she have been wasted?"

He just wouldn't believe her no matter what, and Yan Zhen was getting annoyed. So she stopped talking, got up from the ground, dusted herself off, and walked out.

"Stop!" Zhao Yuan shouted, halting her. "Who gave you permission to leave! Come back and keep watch!"

Yan Zhen: "..."

Got it!

She turned back to the bedside and knelt down respectfully to keep watch.

Fortunately, after a few words, Zhao Yuan lost the will to torment her in the latter half of the night, and the two lived peacefully until dawn.

The next day, after Zhao Yuan left, Yan Zhen, who hadn't slept all night, yawned repeatedly and went back to his side room to sleep.

She had just fallen asleep when the door to the side room was violently kicked open from the outside.

Yan Zhen was startled. He had just opened his eyes in a daze when someone grabbed his collar and dragged him out of bed.

"Rise and follow me out of the city!"

Yan Zhen looked closely and saw that the person in front of him was Zhao Yuan.

What are you doing out of the city?

"I'll dig up your ancestral graves!"

Yan Zhen was stunned for a moment, then struggled to break free from Zhao Yuan's grasp: "I was just the one who came up with the idea, why did you have to drag me into digging up the ancestral graves... Ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Yuan, annoyed by her nagging, simply hoisted her onto his shoulder and strode out.

Before long, Yan Zhen was thrown onto the carriage.

Her shoes were thrown onto the carriage along with her.

Sitting alone in the carriage, Yan Zhen lifted the curtain and looked out. Zhao Yuan, riding a tall black horse, led a cavalry force of several hundred men. Instead of going through the main gate of Tingzhou City, they chose a side road and quietly left the city.

The procession moved very fast, and the carriage shook violently, making Yan Zhen feel nauseous from the jolting.

After enduring it for an hour, she could no longer bear it and slapped the coachman sitting on the carriage shaft.

The coachman relayed to Zhao Yuan that she did not want to ride in the carriage and wanted to ride a horse.

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Yuan didn't even turn his head, nor did he slow down his pace at all, only throwing back two cold words.

"No."

Yan Zhen: "..."

That scoundrel!!!

The group traveled for four hours straight without stopping, until it was almost dark when they finally stopped in a dense forest.

Yan Zhen was so shaken that he felt like his body was about to fall apart, and he leaned weakly against the side of the car.

At that moment, the carriage swayed slightly, and someone lifted the curtain and came in.

Upon seeing that the person who came was Zhao Yuan, Yan Zhen didn't think twice and kicked him in the shin.

Zhao Yuan instinctively grabbed her foot.

Yan Zhen was barefoot when Zhao Yuan dragged her out of bed, and she didn't put on shoes when she got into the car.

Zhao Yuan was surprised to find that he had caught her bare foot with his first move, and he quickly let go.

Why aren't you wearing shoes!

Yan Zhen rolled her eyes, ignored him, and instead lifted the curtain of the carriage window to look outside: "Have we arrived at Dragon Ridge Mountain?"

"We've reached the foot of the mountain."

Yan Zhen looked up and glanced around. In the distance, the Longji Mountain range stretched endlessly and towered into the clouds. At its foot, the vegetation was lush and green, while several peaks were covered with snow.

She swallowed hard. "Zhao Yuan, don't tell me you're planning to take me up the mountain with you."

"You guessed right." Zhao Yuan urged, "Put on your shoes, we're going up the mountain."

Yan Zhen: "...No!"

The original owner's body was that of a typical pampered princess, unable to endure hardship or fatigue. Even riding a horse would cause her inner thighs to chafe, let alone climbing mountains.

Still climbing such a high mountain.

Isn't this going to kill her?!

"Hurry up!" Zhao Yuan urged impatiently.

Seeing Yan Zhen shrink into the corner of the carriage, her face full of resistance, Zhao Yuan simply knelt down on one knee, took the shoe in one hand and grabbed Yan Zhen's ankle with the other, and put the shoe on her feet.

Yan Zhen kicked and thrashed, struggling like a pig being dragged out of its pen to be slaughtered during the New Year.

She struggled so hard that she kicked Zhao Yuan in the face.

Zhao Yuan was taken aback, and his face darkened.

Yan Zhen was also stunned for a moment. When she met Zhao Yuan's dark expression, she quickly withdrew her foot, revealing a hint of guilt.

"You're going to climb this mountain barefoot if you're not wearing shoes!" Zhao Yuan said coldly. "You're going to climb this mountain today, whether you like it or not!"

Threatened like that, Yan Zhen reluctantly picked up the other shoe and put it on, muttering, "Why did you have to bring me along? I can't help at all..."

Zhao Yuan didn't hide anything and said frankly, "If there are any Liang soldiers lying in ambush in the mountains, I'll use you as a shield!"

Yan Zhen: "..."

The road up the mountain was too steep for carriages and horses to make it; one had to walk.

It was pitch black in the mountains, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. We relied entirely on torches to illuminate the small patch of ground beneath our feet.

Yan Zhen initially gritted her teeth and walked with difficulty. After walking for an hour, she fell three times, and her knees were burning with pain. She couldn't walk anymore and sat down on the ground with a thud: "I'm not going anymore!"

Zhao Yuan, who was walking behind her like a prisoner, grabbed her arm and lifted her up like a chick: "If you don't leave, I'll leave you here to be fed to the wolves!"

"So be it, let them feed the wolves! I can't walk anymore anyway!" Yan Zhen gasped for breath, unwilling to take another step.

"Tan Junzhuo!" Zhao Yuan gritted his teeth, "Get up!"

Enraged by his shout, Yan Zhen took off her shoe and threw it at him: "Get out! I'd rather die right here, be torn apart by wolves, be eaten by tigers, or be hacked to death by you than leave again!"

The embroidered shoes with pearls on the toes hit Zhao Yuan and fell to the ground. By the light of the torch, Zhao Yuan could see that there were bloodstains on the heels and toes.

He frowned, squatted down, and lifted Yan Zhen's feet to take a look. Her feet were covered in blood from being rubbed raw by her shoes.

No wonder they wouldn't leave.

Zhao Yuan was silent for a few moments, then reached out as if to lift Yan Zhen up.

When Yan Zhen saw his movements as if he were carrying a sandbag, she quickly said, "No, your shoulder blades are digging into my ribs and it hurts, and I feel like throwing up."

Zhao Yuan said impatiently, "Then what do you want? Are you really going to stay here and feed the wolves?"

Yan Zhen's eyes darted around: "You carry me on your back!"

Zhao Yuan: "..."

So Yan Zhen climbed onto Zhao Yuan's back and let him carry her up the mountain.

Although lying on Zhao Yuan's back wasn't exactly comfortable, at least Yan Zhen didn't have to endure the pain in his feet to walk on his own, so compared to that, he wasn't picky anymore.

As she passed a clump of tall foxtail grass, she even had the leisure to pluck a foxtail and put it in her mouth.