The female anchor turned into the dean of an ancient academy

Amidst the relentless turmoil of war, smoke billowed everywhere. A horse-drawn carriage raced along the road bordering Yucheng. The clatter of hooves was as intense as thunder, the wheels churned, and dust billowed, as if the entire carriage was about to be hurled off the road. The wreckage was riddled with holes, revealing the fierce fighting that had taken place there. Inside, two figures exchanged a tense and rapid conversation: Cen Jiexiao and Chai Zhen.

Cen Jiexiao's slightly tired face held a resolute look, revealing an undeniable aura of strength. Chai Zhen, on the other hand, appeared somewhat anxious, his brow furrowed as he glanced constantly at the passing scenery outside the car window, seemingly worried about something.

"Chai Zhen, listen up." Cen Jiexiao's voice was quick and forceful, with a hint of anxiety. "We're almost at the Luoxia Group's rendezvous point. With them there to pick you up, you'll be safe. The Xixiang cavalry are hot on our heels, so someone needs to hold them back. Quickly take off your clothes and give them to me. I'll distract them."

When Chai Zhen heard what Cen Jiexiao said, his face turned pale. He asked in panic, "Sister, how could you take such a risk? The Xixiang are here to launch a surprise attack on the Great Zhou. They're burning, killing, and looting along the way, leaving no one alive. I'm worried..."

"What are you worried about?" Cen Jiexiao interrupted Chai Zhen. She gave him a comforting smile, but that smile couldn't hide the worry in her eyes. "I don't believe Xia Chenghao would chop me alive. Stop nagging."

"But..." Chai Zhen wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Cen Jiexiao again.

"Chai Zhen, just one word, be a benevolent ruler and don't break your promise."

"I..." Chai Zhen wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent. He took a deep breath, suppressed his worries, nodded, and silently changed his clothes.

After Cen Jiexiao changed into Chai Zhen's clothes, she smiled at him with satisfaction. She patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Just wait, I'll be back as soon as possible."

Chai Zhen looked at Cen Jiexiao's determined eyes, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He knew that Cen Jiexiao did this to protect him and for the future of the Great Zhou. He took a deep breath and said, "Sister, be careful."

Cen Jiexiao nodded. She took out a dagger from her bosom, handed it to Chai Zhen, and said, "Take this dagger. Use it for self-defense."

Chai Zhen took the dagger, looked at the words engraved on it, held it tightly in his hand, and looked back at Cen Jiexiao's back, his heart filled with gratitude and reluctance.

"Stop at the bend ahead!" Cen Jiexiao's voice floated in the wind, carrying a chilling murderous aura.

As the order was given, war and determination intertwined in this moment. The speed of the carriage gradually slowed down and finally stopped steadily at the bend. The story of Cen Jiexiao and Chai Zhen was facing a major turning point.

"Whoa!" Xiaoman shouted, and the carriage suddenly stopped. The body of the carriage shook violently, almost knocking Chai Zhen to the ground.

"Teacher, you and His Majesty drive away first, and I will cover your retreat?" Xiaoman's voice was trembling, and it was obvious that he was having a fierce ideological struggle in his heart.

"Don't talk nonsense. We still have some distance to go before we reach the rendezvous point. Until then, we must protect His Majesty." Cen Jiexiao said as she began to untie her cloak. "Take His Majesty and leave quickly. I'll lead them away."

Chai Zhen grabbed Cen Jiexiao's hand and said anxiously, "Sister, no! I can't leave you alone!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Cen Jiexiao shook off Chai Zhen's hand, her tone full of unquestionable determination, "I tell you, Chai Zhen, you must live well for me, and live a long life. If the people of the Great Zhou don't live well, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

"Sister, but..." Chai Zhen wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Cen Jiexiao's sharp look.

"No buts! You must remember, you are the future emperor of the Great Zhou. Your life is a million times more important than mine!" Cen Jiexiao's tone was firm, but she could not hide the worry in her eyes. "Go! Don't let me look down on you!"

Chai Zhen gritted his teeth, knowing that this was not the time to hesitate. He looked deeply at Cen Jiexiao, his eyes filled with complex emotions: worry, reluctance, and deep admiration.

He quickly changed into Cen Jiexiao's clothes, jumped off the carriage, and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest under Xiaoman's protection.

Cen Jiexiao watched Chai Zhen's retreating figure, feeling a mixture of emotions. She knew she was gambling, betting that Xia Chenghao wouldn't kill her, and that the Luoxia Group would arrive in time.

"Gee!" Cen Jiexiao gave the order, and the carriage sped away in the opposite direction of Chai Zhen.

The sound of horse hooves startled the birds in the forest.

The Xixiang cavalry soon spotted Cen Jiexiao's carriage, and the leading general shouted, "Chase! Don't let that carriage get away!"

Dozens of riders shot out like arrows from a bow, chasing relentlessly.

Cen Jiexiao was driving the bumpy carriage, listening to the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer behind her. She was so nervous that she could hear her heartbeat clearly.

Perhaps due to excessive nervousness and the bumpy mountain road, the carriage suddenly overturned with a violent jolt. Cen Jiexiao was thrown out unexpectedly and fell heavily on the muddy ground.

She lay there unconscious, her eyes closed. The trees and bushes around her swayed and blurred before her eyes. Time seemed to stand still, and only the sound of horse hooves and the rustling of leaves echoed in her ears.

Last night's live broadcast room was deserted, just as horribly miserable as Yu Tingting's current life. The pitiful number of viewers in the upper right corner of the screen seemed to be laughing at her.

Yu Tingting was too straightforward, so her boss found an excuse to fire her. In terms of love, Yu Tingting's simple and innocent personality led to her being cheated out of everything by a scumbag.

The unemployed Yu Tingting saw the information for recruiting anchors and became a low-level anchor. However, even after working hard for a long time, the live broadcast room still had no improvement and no one was interested.

She turned off the computer and buried her head in her hands. She had tried her best, but she was powerless to break this cruel situation.

Every night, Yu Tingting would face the cold camera of her mobile phone, watch the live broadcast room where no one was paying attention, narrate things that she thought were interesting, and share the insignificant bits and pieces of life.

She tried singing, tried being funny, but none of this seemed to be able to shake the indifferent audience... After all, it was a one-woman show.

"Yu Tingting, you can't go on like this. You need to be innovative, eye-catching, and lively. You need to act like a silly country girl and make the audience think you're silly."

Her colleague's words echoed in her ears, but where would the novelty come from? From playing madness? Yu Tingting wasn't one of those beauties whose smiles captivated the world, nor did she have the striking figure of a dancing anchor.

After the livestream ended, she leaned back in her chair, the numbers on the screen like invisible shackles, tightly binding her. Just as Yu Tingting was immersed in endless self-doubt, suddenly, the world before her began to spin.

Due to the long hours and high intensity of the work, Yu Tingting, whose physical condition was deteriorating, felt dizzy for a while, then fell heavily to the ground, and her eyes went dark.

When she woke up, Yu Tingting found herself in an unfamiliar room. The furnishings were simple yet full of ancient atmosphere: the wooden bed, the delicate curtains, and the window lattices that let in sunlight—everything was different from the world she was familiar with.

"Where is this?" Yu Tingting murmured to herself, trying hard to recall the scene before she fainted.

But at this moment, apart from the failure at work and the sudden fainting, nothing else came to mind.

Yu Tingting stood up carefully, trying to make sense of this unfamiliar environment.

At first glance, I found myself in an ancient courtyard. The architectural style around me was somewhat similar to what I had seen in history books, but there were also slight differences.

"You are awake."

A woman dressed in ancient maid's clothing looked at her and came over in surprise. "Miss, you scared us so much that you were unconscious for two whole days and nights."

Yu Tingting looked at the little girl, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a thin face, big eyes and a small mouth, and was quite lively and pretty.

"Excuse me, where is this?" Yu Tingting was full of confusion at this time.

"Miss, please stop pretending to have lost your memory and tease Xiaozhi. This is of course Zhaoyin Academy in Linkang Prefecture of the Great Zhou Dynasty."