Divorced woman with child travels through time

"Ouch!! Oh dear!" The boy on the carriage lost his balance and tried hard to keep himself from falling.

"Now!" Zhang Biao and his men rushed forward, and just as the horse was about to take off, several daggers and longswords were thrust in simultaneously.

"Thump! Thump!" Several sounds rang out.

"Eek~~~." A horse let out a mournful whinny, and the carriage trembled and almost tipped over, but with everyone's efforts to press it down, it finally crashed heavily to the ground and came to a steady stop.

"Damn it! You lowly commoners! How dare you kill my horse!" The white-robed youth's eyes widened in fury! Silver patterns rolled across his robes as he leaped down, his long whip like a snake, lashing out at Chen Wenfang!

He hadn't forgotten what that woman had said earlier: "Kill her, and she'll take responsibility!" So, he decided to go after her.

"Snap!" The barbs hanging from the whip made a piercing, sharp sound as they swung through the air. It was quite unpleasant; if it hit, it would surely cause serious injury.

Chen Wenfang instinctively took two steps back as she watched the carriage fall to the ground. A cry of "Ouch!" came from behind her. Thinking her carriage had been startled, she instinctively turned around to look, only to hear Sister-in-law Nie exclaim, "Shameless brat, how dare you launch a sneak attack!"

"Madam, step back!" Chen Wenfang turned her head and saw the whip coming straight at her head. Before she could think, she was pulled away by Sister-in-law Nie. She cleverly picked up a short stick from the carriage door and blocked the whip. The whip wrapped around the stick, but the tail still cut her hand.

"Hiss!" Sister-in-law Nie gasped, what a vicious boy.

"Give it to me!" Sister-in-law Nie tried to snatch the whip from the boy by force, so she pulled hard.

"Trying to take mine? No way!" But the boy was incredibly agile; he used the momentum to deftly flick the whip back.

"Where do you think you're going to hide?" He was incredibly fast! As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped Chen Wenfang across the face again.

Damn it, is he trying to disfigure someone?! Zhang Biao had just steadied the carriage and hadn't even had time to catch his breath when he saw the young man jump over and slap his general's wife across the face!

Who came from, kid? Don't you want to live?! How are we going to explain this when we get back?

"Stop!" A cacophony of shouts rang out.

At this moment, Zhang Biao, who was too far away from Chen Wenfang, could only run while wailing in his heart, hoping that he would not hit her!

Chen Wenfang had nowhere to hide. Behind her was a carriage, and behind and in front of the carriage were people or walls. What could she do? She instinctively raised her forearm to shield her face with her hand, and with her other hand facing the person directly, she shot an arrow without even looking!

Since you want to hurt me anyway, I won't let you hurt me! At worst, it'll be one for one!

"ah!"

"Smack! Uh!"

Almost simultaneously, Chen Wenfang's arm was struck hard by a whip, her sleeve ripped open, blood flowed like dripping water, and she stumbled off the carriage and fell to the ground.

The boy was quick-witted. When he saw the crossbow coming towards him, he rolled to the side to try to dodge it. But at such close range, how could he possibly dodge it? He could only tilt his body to avoid a vital spot. The small crossbow was stuck in his shoulder, and he rolled to the ground.

"Madam!"

"lady!"

Everyone rushed forward and surrounded her, showing great concern.

"I'm fine." Chen Wenfang said, panting, as she was helped up.

The boy on the ground glared fiercely at the person opposite him, then got up, clutching his wound. Seeing that things were not going well, he tried to leave.

"You hurt a nobleman, and you still want to run away!" Suddenly, several people stood in front of him, blocking his way. In particular, there was a burly man with a dark, round face. Except for his lack of facial hair, he looked like Li Kui. Coupled with his fierce and glaring facial expression, he was quite frightening.

Zhang Biao looked at the man approvingly. Not bad, he's quite sensible and can be used.

The master of the literary workshop watched from behind, his face pale, wanting to say something but unable to.

"What's wrong? Why won't you let me leave? Open your dog eyes and look at yourself! My surname is Zhao! Bah!" The boy tilted his head, covered his bleeding shoulder with one hand, and spat on the ground in a nonchalant manner.

Damn it, he has no manners at all! Zhang Biao couldn't stand it anymore.

"Slap!" She stepped forward and slapped him across the face!

"So what if you're surnamed Zhao? Does having the surname Zhao give you the right to ride your horse recklessly through the streets? Do you know how dangerous it was just now? If your carriage had gone straight through, dozens of people would have been killed or injured along this street. Can you take responsibility for that?" Zhang Biao's words were like firecrackers, scolding him in the face as if he were disciplining his son.

The boy stubbornly tilted his head, letting the man spit in his face until he finished speaking, before finally saying with his neck stiff, "The horse got spooked, it's not my fault, I even tried to control it for a long time! And you still killed it!"

The boy's eyes gradually reddened as he spoke, "Those were my childhood friends, and you killed them all!"

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head and raised his chin to look at them with an arrogant and domineering air. "Anyway, you killed the horse, I hit her, and she shot me. We're even now. I'm injured and need to see a doctor. If you stop me, and something happens to me, none of you will escape. You'll all be buried with me!"

"You!" Zhang Biao looked at the bruised and red handprint on his face, and Mo Ming hesitated to strike. "This is utterly unreasonable!"

"Forget it, let him go!" Chen Wenfang said, her face pale and her voice trembling with pain. Oh dear, no one had ever told her that being injured was this painful! That kid was much more seriously injured than her, yet he was still holding on.

"Go! Don't ride like that again!" Chen Wenfang said, and Zhang Biao waved for the round-faced man and the others to move aside.

The boy propped himself up on his shoulders and leaned to one side, preparing to leave.

"Hey, you don't want your horse anymore!" the round-faced, burly man added.

"No! You can have them!" The boy didn't even turn his head, quickening his pace and disappearing into the street. He felt disgusted just looking at these people!

"Haha, brothers, we're cooking horse meat tonight!" the round-faced, burly man cheered.

Sister-in-law Nie helped Chen Wenfang into the carriage, and Zhang Biao was about to drive away.

Wen Fangzhu approached the carriage, clasped his hands, and whispered, "My esteemed sir, the boy you beat up today is Zhao Yizhi, the eighth-generation great-grandson of the Prince of Yan. He is the only son of the Prince of Yan and is showered with affection. This matter may be difficult to resolve. I hope you will be careful!"

Chen Wenfang replied through gritted teeth inside the car, “Thank you, Lord of the neighborhood. I know what I’m doing. Brother Zhang will be coming with the county government officials tomorrow. I hope you will cooperate. The cold weather has come early this year, and winter may be colder than in previous years. We need to settle the residents of the neighborhood as soon as possible.”

Wen Fangzhu suddenly understood, and upon looking at the specially made carriage, he suddenly remembered the rumors circulating at the city gate the day before.

He whispered, his voice trembling, "You must be Madam Chen?"

A soft "Mmm" came from inside the carriage, through the curtain.

“In that case, Wen Yuanqing thanks Madam Chen!” Wen Fangzhu took two steps back and actually knelt down.

Zhang Biao said nothing; the lady should accept this kneeling! He spurred his horse, and the carriage departed.