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

Chapter 477 Relying on Favor (22)

She broke free from Li Niangzi's hand, walked to the cave entrance in the darkness, and hid on the side.

As long as someone outside discovers the cave and pushes aside the ivy to enter, she can take care of the first person who comes in.

Before long, footsteps could be heard outside, and there seemed to be quite a few people.

Then, the light of torches shone through the gaps in the ivy leaves and faintly penetrated into the cave.

A male voice shouted, "Sir, there is a pool of water here."

With that shout, footsteps converged outside the cave.

Another deep, magnetic male voice rang out: "Search around. They can't have gone far; they should be nearby."

Yan Zhen was slightly taken aback.

“You’ve been intelligent since you were little, so even if you go to the Northern Kingdom, you’ll be able to keep your life. Jin Yu is different; she’s timid and weak. If she goes to marry into another family, she won’t live to see the day she returns…”

"Jun Zhuo, wait for me. In ten years at most, His Majesty and I will surely recover the land, defeat the Northern Jurchens, and welcome you back to court! At that time, I will bring you back with a grand wedding procession."

This voice overlapped with the voice in the original owner's memory.

It's Xie Ying!

Sure enough he came!

Yan Zhen gripped the dagger in his hand, shifted his body to the side, and glimpsed Xie Ying's profile through the gaps in the ivy leaves.

It was a face with outstanding features. In the firelight, Xie Ying's expression was serious, his lips were tightly pursed, and his white clothes were wrinkled from the long journey, with a lot of dirt on the hem.

He held a sword in his hand, listening intently to his subordinates' report. After a moment of silence, he said, "Continue the search."

"Yes!"

Fortunately, these people did not discover the cave and quickly followed the stream downstream and left.

Yan Zhen, inside the stone cave, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

She groped her way back to sit next to Zhao Yuan, and hugged him to keep him warm.

As dawn broke, hurried footsteps could be heard outside again.

The footsteps were purposeful and without hesitation, heading straight for the cave.

This time, without Li Niangzi's reminder, Yan Zhen knew that the man who had left had returned with reinforcements.

Sure enough, footsteps reached outside, and after the ivy was lifted, the first person to rush in was Hong Fu.

Hong Fu rushed to the two of them, first checking Zhao Yuan's breath. Seeing that he was still alive, she then looked at Yan Zhen.

"Are you hurt?"

Yan Zhen shook his head and said very quickly, "He is seriously injured, has lost too much blood, and still has a fever. We need to return to Tingzhou as soon as possible to find a doctor to treat him."

"I brought a doctor with me."

Just as Hong Fu finished speaking, two soldiers in armor dragged in an old man with a white beard.

The old man had traveled a long way and was panting heavily, but he dared not rest at all. Urged by Hong Fu, he quickly took Zhao Yuan's pulse.

After treating Zhao Yuan's wounds again and applying medicine, Hong Fu ordered people to carry Zhao Yuan out.

Seeing Zhao Yuan being carried away, and with so many soldiers arriving outside, Yan Zhen finally relaxed after a day and two nights of tension, realizing that they would be able to fight Xie Ying, who was searching for them.

She let out a long breath.

Hongfu reached out to help her: "You must be exhausted. Let's go back to Tingzhou."

Yan Zhen stood up, but before she could take a step, everything went black, and she collapsed into Hong Fu's arms.

-

When Yan Zhen woke up again, he was already back at the Prince Zhao's residence in Tingzhou.

She was placed in a side room with a light green curtain overhead, not the side room where she usually slept.

The room was quiet. Yan Zhen was very thirsty and wanted to get up to pour himself a glass of water.

But as soon as I moved, my whole body ached as if I had been beaten.

She was all too familiar with this feeling—the last time Zhao Yuan forcibly took her to Longji Mountain to dig up a grave, she felt terrible for several days after returning to Tingzhou.

Typical muscle soreness caused by overexertion.

Thinking of Zhao Yuan, Yan Zhen gritted his teeth, got up, went to the table, poured himself a glass of water, then put on his coat and limped out.

She needs to check if Zhao Yuan is still alive.

As Yan Zhen reached the door of the side room, it was opened from the outside.

Hongfu stood outside holding a tray. When she saw her, her expression was somewhat strange: "You're awake."

"Just woke up," Yan Zhen asked. "How is Zhao Yuan?"

Upon hearing this, Hong Fu's expression became even more subtle. She stepped aside from Yan Zhen and entered the room, placing the tray on the table: "Dead."

Yan Zhen was stunned: "Dead?"

"Yes, the injuries were too severe, and he lost so much blood that he didn't make it through." Hong Fu sighed softly as she said this.

Yan Zhen remained silent.

She never expected Zhao Yuan to die like this.

If I had known he wouldn't make it, I shouldn't have gone to all that trouble to save him.

She was exhausted.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen also sighed.

She walked back into the room, sat down opposite Hong Fu, and poured herself a cup of hot tea from the teapot Hong Fu had brought in.

As Yan Zhen sipped his tea, he pondered what to do next after Zhao Yuan's death.

Should they take over Tingzhou in the name of the princess, or find another vassal king to repeat the previous plan?

Without a doubt, the latter will save more time and effort.

The former would face countless obstacles, since Zhao Yuan had not publicly announced his marriage to her, and with only a token, she would find it difficult to convince the public.

Yan Zhen's mind was racing with thoughts when Hong Fu, who had been staring at her, suddenly asked, "Aren't you going to cry?"

"Huh?" Yan Zhen looked puzzled.

"Zhao Yuan is dead, aren't you sad?"

sad?

Yan Zhen didn't actually feel much sadness.

For her and "Zhao Yuan," this was just a mission world, and they could meet again when they returned to the Quick Transmigration Division.

It's just a difference between leaving get off work early and leaving get off work late.

At the same time, Yan Zhen became alert again. The question Hong Fu asked was... very strange.

From Hong Fu's perspective, she, as a princess of Daliang, was a slave kidnapped by Zhao Yuan and forced to serve him like a beast of burden. She should be happy that Zhao Yuan is dead.

Why did Hong Fu ask her if she was hurt?

Did she discover something?

Yan Zhen looked down and realized that he had already changed his clothes.

She remembered the token Zhao Yuan handed her when he gave his "last words," which she had casually stuffed into her pocket at the time.

At this point, their clothes had changed, and the token was gone.

It's likely that Hong Fu discovered the token while helping her change clothes, and then connected the token to something else, such as her trip to Beijue with Zhao Yuan, spending nearly four months together, and developing feelings for each other...

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen looked up and glanced at Hong Fu as if it were an accident.

Hong Fu was staring intently at her, not missing a single change in her expression.

Yan Zhen lowered his eyelids, basically confirming his guess.

In those few short moments, Yan Zhen made a decision—to stay in Tingzhou, train his own army, and fight back to take revenge on Daliang.

She needs Hong Fu's help.

If you want Hong Fu to work for you, you have to make her believe that she is already Zhao Yuan's person.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen sighed deeply, put down his teacup and rubbed his temples: "The dead cannot be brought back to life, what's the use of being sad... Miss Hong Fu, I'm tired, I want to rest for a while longer."

Hong Fu frowned, her tone carrying a hint of displeasure: "Then you should rest."

After saying that, she stood up and left.

After Hong Fu left, Yan Zhen took down the curtain, found some scissors and cut it into long strips. Then he moved a stool over and threw the strips of cloth high over the roof beam, tying a knot at the bottom.