Quickly Transmigrate to Save the Child of Heaven

At this moment, a loud and firm voice suddenly came from outside the door: "When have we in the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion ever been afraid? Even if this incident had not happened, wouldn't he be afraid that we might have second thoughts?" After hearing this voice, everyone turned their eyes to the door.

A tall, imposing man strode in. He wore a black brocade robe intricately embroidered with golden patterns and a jewel-encrusted belt, adding to his heroic presence. This man was none other than Baili Luochen, the Marquis of Zhenbei.

He walked straight into the hall with steady steps, and sat down on the main seat without hesitation. After looking around, he said, "Don't worry, everyone. As long as Dongjun remains in Qiandong City, my Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, combined with the power of the Wen family, will definitely be able to protect Dongjun!"

However, Baili Chengfeng, who was standing aside, had a worried look on his face and said hesitantly, "Father, this matter is of no small importance. I'm afraid that the one in the Imperial City won't let it go easily!"

Baili Luochen frowned slightly, looked at his son, and said in a deep voice: "Chengfeng, if it weren't for Dongjun's incident, how long do you think our Zhenbei Marquis Mansion could have lived in peace and stability? Now that the situation is like this, instead of sitting and waiting for death, it is better to take the initiative and protect Dongjun with all our strength. This is the best policy."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Baili Dongjun had already properly settled Feng Xi and had specially called over a caring maid, carefully instructing her to take good care of Feng Xi. After everything was arranged, Baili Dongjun left his courtyard and ran around the mansion like a wild horse.

Wen Hujiu, who had been secretly following his nephew, had been following him carefully, but who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, he had lost him. He couldn't help but scratch his head in frustration and said to himself, "This little brat is running too fast..."

In the tranquil courtyard, sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows. A Confucian immortal, dressed in a plain white robe, sat elegantly at a stone table, savoring the fragrant cup of tea in his hand.

At this time, a slight sound of footsteps was heard, and Baili Dongjun came hurriedly and slowly sat down in front of the Confucian immortal.

"Master, why are you leisurely drinking tea here?" Baili Dongjun said a little anxiously.

The Confucian Immortal smiled slightly, put down his teacup, and asked softly, "Oh? It's Dongjun. How come you have time to come here today?"

Baili Dongjun scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Master, I seem to have caused you trouble..." Then, he told the Confucian Immortal everything that happened in the Sword Forest.

After hearing this, the Confucian Immortal was slightly taken aback, but his face didn't show any blame. He looked at Baili Dongjun thoughtfully and said slowly, "So, Dongjun, are you interested in learning swordsmanship?"

Baili Dongjun's eyes lit up and he nodded without hesitation, his eyes full of anticipation.

Seeing this, the Confucian Immortal smiled and said, "In that case, I will teach you the real Western Chu Sword Song next time. But this time, I'm afraid I will bring some trouble to the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion." As he said this, he sighed softly.

Afterwards, the Confucian Immortal waved his hand to let Baili Dongjun leave first, and he picked up the teacup again and took a sip. After Baili Dongjun's figure disappeared from his sight, the Confucian Immortal suddenly said, "Since the young lady is here, why don't you show yourself?"

Before he finished speaking, a graceful figure slowly emerged from the darkness. This woman had a graceful figure and a beautiful face. It was Feng Xi.

Feng Xi walked up to the Confucian Immortal, bowed gracefully, and said in a sweet voice, "Greetings, sir..."

The Confucian Immortal smiled and gestured for Feng Xi to sit down, and personally poured her a cup of tea. Feng Xi thanked him and then took a sip of the teacup.

The Confucian Immortal looked at Feng Xi and asked with interest, "Does the young lady seem to know Dongjun?"

Feng Xi nodded slightly upon hearing this, and asked, "Sir, why do you ask this?" The Confucian Immortal said, "I see you have no ill intentions. You must have followed Dongjun here, but you haven't shown up. This shows that you know Dongjun. Judging from your temperament, you don't seem like an ordinary person."

Feng Xi took a sip of tea, then took out two bottles of medicine from his sleeve, placed them on the table and said, "Sir, this white bottle is medicine for your injury, you will be healed immediately after taking it, and the other black one is a disguise pill. After taking it, your appearance, voice, and skin color will change, and if there is no antidote, you will never be able to change back. You can choose to take it or not. But have you ever thought that the guy might use this to cause trouble for the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion? With Dongjun's temperament, he will definitely protect you at the cost of his life. Zhenbei Marquis and his son will also do their utmost to protect you because of Dongjun. If you want to die, you can put an end to it, but have you ever thought about whether Dongjun will feel guilty for the rest of his life because of you? After all, it was because of him that you exposed your whereabouts and caused the tragedy!"

The Confucian Immortal was stunned for a moment and said, "Thank you, young lady! I know what to do..."

Feng Xi continued, "Even ants know how to steal their lives. I think sir, you definitely don't want to die. You must have someone you love waiting for you! Once you've resolved your problems, you can go find her and live a simple and peaceful life!"

Ruxian smiled and said, "Young lady, you are really meticulous. I admire you! I hope you won't mistreat your silly disciple like me badly in the future..." Feng Xi nodded, turned and left!