Traveling through time and space to become a lady of a noble family, but she only wants to escape

In the dead of night, near the brightly lit barbarian army camp, dozens of dark figures suddenly flashed by, moving so fast it was almost blinding. A short while later, a sharp whistle rang out from within the camp, and then, from the inky darkness several miles away, a vast army of shouting warriors appeared out of nowhere.

The Yanxi Army had been lying in wait here for a long time.

Since the start of the war, the Yan army had never attacked at night, so the barbarian army was poorly prepared, and the guards on watch collapsed at the first blow. Before long, the Yan army launched a major offensive deep into the camp, attacking from both inside and outside, and the sounds of hacking and slashing echoed through the sky.

In the darkness of the distant night, a group of men in black secretly infiltrated the borders of the Southern Barbarian Kingdom.

The torch in the sun god's hand had been burning brightly for several days, and the two guards told the people that it was for the sake of praying for the country. Because people always knelt and worshipped during the day, no one dared to go up to receive worship except for Bai Zhi, the divine messenger. Therefore, Bai Zhi did not need to hide anything and delivered many lamp wicks and sulfur oil to the statue time and time again.

Sulfur and kerosene weren't expensive, but to conceal her true purpose, Bai Zhi also bought many other things to mislead others, and before long, she had spent most of her money. Fortunately, Alyumo herself was quite extravagant, otherwise she would have had to make up excuses to explain where the money came from.

On this day, Bai Zhi carried the lamp wick to the edge of the square and saw a large number of people gathered together, all looking indignant and discussing what seemed to be some war.

Bai Zhi stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Ah, divine messenger, you have arrived." A man said indignantly, "Our warriors were ambushed by the Great Yan army, and many were killed or wounded. However, we also captured some Great Yan people. I heard that Madam Ge is planning to kill those Great Yan people."

"So, did we win or lose?"

“The Great Yan has many people. Our warriors were driven back, but I heard that we did not lose. It seems that the shaman Ke Suya came up with a solution.”

What method? An updated Sukhavati? So fast?

Bai Zhi silently gritted her teeth, using one hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead to hide her frustrated expression.

She didn't ask any more questions, nodded, and carried the lamp wick forward. She was a little tired after these past few days of running around, but now she suddenly felt energetic and was determined to blow the head off that damned sun god.

Suddenly, a woman called out to her, "Divine messenger, how did your face get injured?"

"My face?" Bai Zhi searched her face a few times. "Where?"

The older sister pointed to Bai Zhi's forehead, and Bai Zhi touched it and felt that there was a small cut: "Oh, it's nothing, I probably just got a scrape on the mountain."

"The messenger of the gods has really worked too hard..."

Amidst the growing chorus of flattery, Bai Zhi was watched by the people as she ascended the mountain. Reaching a secluded corner at the summit, she touched the wound on her head again, muttering, "How did I get injured here..."

It was just a tiny scratch, but it didn't hurt at all when I touched it.

My face is broken, but it doesn't hurt.

After a moment of stillness, Bai Zhi suddenly gasped, feeling a chill run through her body—the edge of her mask had curled up!

She quickly finished her work, hurried down the mountain to her house, and sat down in front of the bronze mirror to examine her forehead closely. The bronze mirror from the southern barbarians wasn't polished, but you could vaguely see that a small piece of skin had peeled off from the mask.

Bai Zhi felt extremely uneasy.

She had carefully calculated the days; from the day she woke up in the carriage until now, it had been less than a month. What was going on? Could this be a new type of mask made by Fang Zhiheng?

Soon, she pretended to be strolling around and walked to the scout's hut. When no one was around, she pushed open the door, pointed to her forehead, and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything I can use?"

The young man inside quickly understood what was going on and shook his head, saying, "No. Go to the kitchen and use some paste."

"it is good!"

The two sneaked into the kitchen, luckily there was no one there. They cooked flour and mixed paste in one go. The young man inside helped Bai Zhi stick the piece of skin back on forcefully, so forcefully that Bai Zhi was almost slammed against the wall behind her.

Bai Zhi fanned her forehead with her hand to dry it, and asked, "Can you tell?"

The inside man said, "It feels a bit unnatural. This stuff can't compare to Master Fang's medicine."

"I should be able to hold out until I can escape."

"You won't last long. Once the edge of the mask lifts, it will fall off quickly. You can escape tonight. With your martial arts skills, running out of the camp will be no problem."

"I should just run? How's your mission going?"

"The old man who makes drugs is too cautious. I need some more time. Before you run away, try to cover it up. Every day you can delay is a day in the future."

Bai Zhi replied without hesitation, "Alright, let's not delay, I'll leave tonight."

She pulled a lock of hair to cover the stubble, and before leaving the kitchen, she instructed the young man inside: "I put a dynamite made of lampwick behind the statue's shoulder. It can be blown up by throwing a torch. You might need it to escape."

The young man inside the paint exclaimed in astonishment: "You spend all your time running around on the heads of statues, is that all you do?"

Bai Zhi: "...It's still better than serving Ge Zhen."

A moment later, the two went back to their respective rooms.

Having prepared for her escape that evening, Bai Zhi felt a sense of relief. She packed her belongings, put them all on her person, and after thinking carefully for a while, headed towards Ge Zhen's residence.

To cover up his escape, it would be most foolproof for Ge Zhen to personally issue the order.

Upon arriving at the gate of the house, the maid said that Ge Zhen was not there. Bai Zhi used the excuse that she had "something important to report" to fool the maid into leading the way for her.

As they walked, they arrived at the prison of Salam. The first row of the road was lined with cells on both sides, filled with the stench of blood and rust. Amidst the stench were countless soldiers of the Great Yan army, all covered in blood and their faces obscured.

Bai Zhi glanced at it twice, then looked away and stared straight at the road ahead.

In order to ensure her own escape unscathed, she did not intend to rescue the captured Great Yan prisoners, and therefore felt somewhat guilty.

The maid led her to a small room deep inside, saying that Ge Zhen was inside. After the maid left, Bai Zhi pressed her ear against the door and eavesdropped for a while, only vaguely hearing two people talking.

"Madam Ge, it's me, Alyumo." Bai Zhi knocked on the door. After a moment, a voice called from inside, "Come in."

Bai Zhi pushed open the door and was so shocked by the scene before her that she gasped for breath.

Sitting on the ground opposite Ge Zhen was Qiao Wanwan, her wrists and ankles bound. Seeing Bai Zhi enter, Qiao Wanwan sneered, "Oh, sister-in-law, what new tricks have you up your sleeve this time?"

Qiao Wanwan!

What is she doing here! Wasn't she supposed to be recuperating at the infirmary?! What is she doing here!

"What are you standing there for? What do you want?" Ge Zhen's face and tone were full of impatience. Bai Zhi's arrival had interrupted her good time.

“…Oh, Madam.” Bai Zhi’s voice was a little hoarse as she thought quickly, “I…I heard that quite a few Great Yan people have been captured, so I came to congratulate you, Madam.”

Ge Zhen's expression softened slightly: "You've really got too much free time on your hands. Alright, you can go now."