Quickly Transmigrate to Save the Child of Heaven

On the day Molan returned home from the palace, Zhao Zhen orchestrated a grand ceremony, dispatching a special escort to escort her back to the Sheng Mansion. As they passed East Street, Molan noticed an unusual silence on both sides. She was dressed in a vibrant red dress and sat atop the empress's sedan chair. Noticing the unusual silence, she smiled, her blood boiling in a long time. As the imperial carriage approached, countless black-clad figures appeared, blocking their path. Zhao Zhen immediately dispatched troops to confront them. As the battle raged, with the outcome uncertain, Zhao Zhen approached Molan's side. Mo Ran, Mo Yan, Mo Xuan, and Mo Xue remained motionless, guarding them. Once the enemy had been eliminated and only a few guards remained, Zhao Zhen was about to lead the remaining men to the Sheng Mansion when Prince Gun arrived with his army.

Prince Gun said in a deep voice, "Zhao Zhen, surrender! If you voluntarily abdicate, I will spare your life..." He then burst into laughter. Zhao Zhen hugged Mo Lan tightly and responded, "Is that so? It seems today will be a battle of life and death!" Then, Zhao Zhen gave the signal, and Bai Xiao led the imperial guards to the scene.

Prince Gun's face was extremely gloomy. He glared at Zhao Zhen with his eyes wide open and said with gritted teeth, "Hmph, I didn't expect that you had been prepared for this! But Zhao Zhen, do you really intend to resist to the end and refuse to surrender? If so, then don't blame me for being cruel. I'm afraid that these delicate and charming women of yours and that extremely noble princess will all become the souls of innocent people at my hands!" After that, he waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him pushed the concubines to the front like wolves and tigers, including Zhao Zhen's only living princess.

Zhao Zhen's expression was equally grim. He stared intently at Prince Gun, suppressing his anger as he said, "Let them go! As long as you let them go, I will forgive what happened today and allow you to leave in peace!"

Upon hearing this, Prince Gun threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter was deafening: "Hahahaha, Zhao Zhen, ah Zhao Zhen, do you think you can get rid of me so easily? Let me tell you, unless you surrender to me obediently and give up the throne, otherwise not only will I not let them go, but I will also drag these beloved ones of yours into the abyss of hell with me..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Concubine Xian out of the crowd, as if he was going to end her life with his own hands.

At this critical moment, a dark figure sprinted towards him like lightning. It was Molan. In a flash, she leaped from Zhao Zhen's arms and landed safely before Prince Gun. Before he could react, Molan had already struck with lightning speed, firmly grasping his wrist. With a powerful twist, it snapped with a resounding "crack!" At the same time, Molan snatched the long sword from his grasp and, without hesitation, swung it forward, slicing the throat of a nearby rebel with unerring precision. Blood gushed out, splattering the ground.

Mo Lan's movements were as smooth and fluid as flowing water, a breathtaking sight. Seeing this, Mo Ran and the others leaped forward without hesitation, quickly joining the fray to aid Mo Lan in rescuing the other trapped concubines. Mo Xuan, even more agile, dashed to Prince Gun in a matter of seconds, his long sword thrust across his neck, and sternly shouted, "Stop! Anyone who dares to move will have their master's head removed!"

Faced with this situation, the previously arrogant rebels were thrown into disarray, looking at each other in bewilderment, unsure of what to do. Ultimately, under the powerful pressure of Mo Xuan and his men, this mob had no choice but to lay down their weapons and surrender.

Once the situation had completely stabilized, Molan stood still, like a statue. The long knife in her hand continued to drip blood, which trickled down the tip of the blade and formed a small dark red puddle on the ground. She exuded a chilling aura, making anyone afraid to approach. Concubine Shu, upon seeing this, quickly snatched the knife from Molan's hand and embraced her. Then, she said to Zhao Zhen, "Your Majesty, the Empress is only trying to save us concubines. I hope you won't blame her...or harbor any grudges against her..."

For a moment, all the concubines present were chattering and pleading for Molan: "Yes! Yes!" Zhao Zhen laughed cheerfully and said: "I will not blame Mo'er! I can't thank her enough!" As he said, he took out a handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped the blood off Molan's hands. Then, he led a group of concubines to Sheng Mansion. Seeing the embarrassed appearance of this group of people, Sheng Hong quickly asked the servants to prepare water for everyone to wash, and ordered the chef in the mansion to prepare meals. When everyone had washed up and came to the hall to sit at the table to prepare to eat, Concubine Shu and Concubine Xian raised their glasses to Molan and said: "Thank you, Queen, for saving my life today!"

Mo Lan said with a smile, "Everyone, please sit down. Today is a family dinner, so don't be so restrained. You are all Mo'er's family, so Mo'er will certainly not stand by and watch someone die!" The concubines were deeply moved. They had seen a lot of intrigue in the palace, but they had never expected the Empress to be so kind and generous. After dinner, the concubines were taken to rest by servants arranged by the old lady of the Sheng family, and someone would be arranged to take them back to the palace tomorrow.

That night, Molan said in Zhao Zhen's arms, "Now that Prince Gun's gang has been dealt with, the sisters in the palace finally get to come out. Could the emperor let them stay for another day to see the hustle and bustle of Shengjing?"

Zhao Zhen thought to himself that he had neglected the concubines in the palace over the years because of Mo'er. It was not easy for them to follow him. So he nodded and said with a smile, "Tomorrow I will arrange for secret guards to let everyone have a good stroll..." Molan kissed Zhao Zhen happily and said in a sweet voice, "My husband is the best!"

Zhao Zhen also laughed, joking, "Then how will Mo'er repay her husband?" Molan shyly lowered her head, but Zhao Zhen lifted her chin and gently kissed her! The sweet atmosphere in the room lingered until dawn, when it gradually dissipated. The next day, Molan had Moxue prepare some common women's clothing and sent it to the concubines. She also gave each of them 500 taels of silver, telling them they could freely explore Shengjing today and buy clothes, jewelry, rouge, and other cosmetics. If they needed more money, they could talk to their secret guards and ask them to withdraw it from Moxue. The concubines happily changed into their clothes and went shopping with the secret guards. They strolled all day, and only when it was almost dark did the guards escort them back to the palace. All the way, they chattered about the beautiful jewelry they had bought and the charming clothes they had tried on. Everyone's face was filled with happy smiles...