Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Yinyin's parents went out to work hard in their early years and had not returned to their hometown for many years. Now that they are old, they want to return to their roots, so they renovated their old house and also leased a mountain.

However, according to what Yin Yin knew, they had also hired people to help them; otherwise, they would have been lucky to be able to support themselves.

Because they had agreed on a return date in advance, Yin Yin and her companion teleported to the city where their hometown was located first, then took public transportation back to their apartment complex in the city to retrieve their car before heading into the mountains.

In the past, the mountain roads were winding and difficult to travel, full of potholes. There were no streetlights, and on nights when the moonlight was dim, almost no one ventured out.

The infrastructure is now well-developed; asphalt roads have been built in the mountains, and there are solar-powered streetlights. Because of the beautiful scenery and good fishing spots, many anglers drive or ride motorcycles up the mountain at night.

When Yinyin and her companion arrived, Mr. and Mrs. Yu were already waiting for them.

However, the parents' days with their precious child were quickly turned into questions like, "When are you going back? If you're not going back, come help us!"

With just that one sentence, Yin Yin and her companion had no choice but to change into their parents' old clothes and go up the mountain with them.

Fortunately, Yin Yin and Xie Yong's physical strength and power have increased a lot, but even so, when it was time to leave, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The trunk of the car was filled with a lot of gifts from Mr. and Mrs. Yu, who had grown too much of their own produce and couldn't possibly eat it all.

Because of this pile of stuff, the two couldn't just teleport back directly. After all, there are surveillance cameras everywhere in the city nowadays. It would be strange for them to mysteriously disappear with such a large amount of stuff, or to enter a residential area and never come out again.

In the end, the two simply drove back and took a good look at the scenery along the way.

After they got home, it was as if Zero Degree had installed surveillance on them, as both of their phones received messages at the same time.

The two looked at each other.

Xie Yong uttered two words: "The palace?"

Yinyin glanced at the message on her phone and nodded gently.

Now they both realized that they were in the same instance, or rather, the same world.

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When Yinyin woke up, she didn't see the bedroom ceiling, but a blue curtain embroidered with flowers and plants.

Yinyin suddenly realized something, and as soon as she moved her hand, she sensed the difference.

The silk embroidered quilt cover, putting aside the material itself, is an embroidery that modern machine embroidery can't match.

Yinyin sat up, and the maid outside heard the noise and came closer: "Has Madam woken up?"

"Ah."

Yinyin responded, and the curtain was lifted, and all the serving maids surrounded her.

Seeing that her clothes were exceptionally gorgeous, Yin Yin asked, "What's on your itinerary today?"

The maidservant adorned her hair with a beautiful palace flower and said, "Madam, have you forgotten? There is a banquet in the palace today, and the Empress Dowager specifically requested that you come to the palace today to keep her company."

Queen Mother?

Looking in the mirror, Yin Yin saw her still youthful face. After hesitating for a moment, she said, half-jokingly, "Perhaps it's because I'm getting old. I'm always groggy when I first wake up, and I forget everything."

The maid quickly said, "You don't even have a single gray hair yet. If you're talking about being old, don't the other wives all think they're too old to look at?"

Yinyin glanced at her: "You still need to learn how to use your mouth. Don't come out with me today."

Before she could finish speaking, a maid dressed as a head maid walked in. She glared at the maid combing her hair and said to Yinyin, "Madam, why don't you bring Qingyu to the palace today? She returned from visiting her family last night."

The maidservant who was combing her hair was annoyed, saying that she had missed a good opportunity to go to the palace to broaden her horizons. However, she knew that she had said the wrong thing and did not dare to argue. She agreed and obediently stepped aside.

“Then let’s call Qingyu over,” Yinyin said, looking at the head maid beside her. “You can also give her some pointers.”

The head maid agreed and went to call someone else in.

When it was almost time, the head maid came again to invite Yinyin to leave.

Yinyin and Qingyu got into the carriage, but they almost got the horse startled as soon as they got to the street.

Qingyu quickly asked the coachman through the curtain, "What happened?"

The coachman hurriedly said, "I don't know where these hooligans came from, running around in the streets. The city guards have just sent officers to arrest them."

Lots of hooligans?

Yin Yin wondered with some doubt, "Could it be the players?"

As if knowing her curiosity, Qingyu asked again, "Don't talk nonsense. The capital is under the emperor's nose, and the public security has always been the best. How could there be so many ruffians?"

The coachman wasn't in a hurry: "If Miss Qingyu doesn't believe me, you can take a look for yourself. Many people on the street are dressed very differently from us. Men and women, they're all showing their arms or legs, and some are even carrying weapons. It's quite frightening."

Upon hearing this, Yin Yin was certain that it was definitely the players.

When players enter the instance through Zero, which is another world, they are wearing their own clothes.

Because Zero requires a lot of running and fighting, players try to minimize the impact of clothing on them and also try to carry more weapons.

In other worlds, especially in the Western world, such attire, while strange, is not uncommon.

However, in ancient Eastern countries, such clothing was not in line with the mainstream and might even have violated the law.

Players, regardless of gender, mostly have short hair, which is also inconsistent with the universal values ​​of ancient times.

Not to mention that they were carrying multiple weapons and suddenly appeared in the capital.

If one hadn't been experienced like Xie Yong, knowing to wear a wig at home, change into ordinary civilian clothing that wouldn't cause problems, and carefully disguise one's weapons, one would definitely have attracted trouble in the capital.

After receiving Yin Yin's signal, Qing Yu slightly lifted the curtain and saw the "different" players.

Yinyin instructed the coachman, "Let's leave as soon as they're done making a scene, so as not to delay our arrival at the palace."

Just as the coachman was agreeing, he saw a player running over, trying to jump into the carriage.

The coachman remained calm and lashed out with his whip, striking the man squarely in the face.

"Ow!"

Before the man could even get up, he was pinned down by the arriving city guards.

Upon seeing the family crest hanging on the carriage, the patrol captain quickly ran over: "Madam, you've been frightened."

"It's alright," Yin Yin said. "It's just your duty. Just be more careful in the future."

The patrol leader nodded quickly. Seeing that he had caught enough players, he raised his hand and had them all locked up in the dungeon. He then apologized to Yin Yin before leaving.

In an inn not far from here, Old Fatty was watching this scene from his window.

"Boss, who do you think was in that carriage? Those city guards can arrest people almost every time, but they were so respectful to that carriage."

"And the coachman outside, he not only steadied the runaway horse in one go, but also whipped the new player's face until it was smashed, making him scream in pain."

"This person doesn't look like an ordinary person."

Yan'er glanced at it and said, "Privileged classes exist everywhere, and there were definitely more in ancient times. Why do you act like you've just encountered one?"

“We’ve never been to an ancient instance before,” the fat man said, his eyes shining. “Even the stable boy and the city guard in this ancient instance have such high combat power. Can we learn something from them and find some martial arts manuals or something?”

"I wonder how the metaphysics of this dungeon is developing. If it's not bad, maybe I can learn a couple of lost techniques and show them off to my master and the others when I get back?"

“It’s not impossible,” Yan’er glanced at Xie Yong. “Boss, if we go to the Taoist temple outside the city, will we have enough time?”

“There’s enough time,” Xie Yong said. “You two go together, don’t worry about coming back.”

“That won’t do,” the fat man immediately objected. “This quest looks very difficult. How can we leave it all to you, boss? Besides, it’s hard to say whether there’s any real magic involved.”

“There were many people with real skills in ancient times, but most of them were swindlers. If you go through all that trouble only to find fake goods, it’s not worth it.”

Xie Yong wanted to offer another word of advice, but suddenly he heard footsteps approaching from afar.

"Sir, this is the room reserved for you."

The three exchanged a glance, quickly got up, put the things in the room back in their place, and then swiftly climbed onto the roof through the window.

The door opened, and they had already closed the windows; the room was completely silent.

As for the street, no one looked up much, and since the three of them had talismans on their bodies, no one noticed their presence.

Xie Yong and his two companions quickly made their way from the roof of the inn to the alley behind it.

The alley was quiet and deserted, so they found a spot under a tree to continue their conversation.

"With our abilities, finding what we want is not difficult, but given the current situation, the difficulty lies in how we get into the palace and then safely bring the items out."

Xie Yong carefully explained his thoughts to the two of them: "If the city guards on the streets are already this capable, the guards in the palace must be even better, not worse."

“If we try to force our way in, even with Old Fatty’s talisman, there’s no guarantee that there aren’t knowledgeable people in the palace. If we’re discovered, we’ll be the ones in a passive position.”

"So my idea is that, since there is a palace banquet today and many noble carriages are heading towards the palace, we can hijack a suitable vehicle, disguise ourselves, and sneak in."

"As long as we don't get caught during this process, we can not only get in easily, but also get out easily."

“I think it’s a good idea,” Yan’er responded first. “I’ll do your makeup then.”

As a tenured employee, Yan'er had naturally taken many courses on this kind of disguise. Although she might not be as good as a professional makeup artist, she could still create a look that was about 80-90% similar if she performed well.

“Then we’d better choose our candidates carefully,” the fat man chuckled. “If we choose well, I can replace that pot-bellied official with Yan’er, and she can pretend to be the official’s wife. The eldest can be a servant or even a woman dressed as a maid. Either way, they can all get into the palace.”

Fat Old Man was already scared when Xie Yong looked at him calmly, but he still said, "But we can't let the servants from outside into the palace. I think maids are more reliable. Anyway, you're good-looking, boss. Although you're a bit tall, Yan'er can do your makeup and you'll be a beautiful woman."

Xie Yong tried to hold back, but finally couldn't resist and drew his sword slightly from its sheath.

"Boss, spare me! I was just kidding!" Fatty quickly ran behind Yan'er and raised the white flag.

Yan'er cleared her throat but didn't move aside. Instead, she said to Xie Yong, "Elder, don't listen to him. Let's look around some more later and find another minister whose physique matches yours."

"Anyway, once these ministers enter the palace, they won't be able to bring their servants with them, so the chances of them being recognized will definitely be greatly reduced."

Xie Yong then put the knife back in his hand.

Old Fatty finally breathed a sigh of relief and dawdled over: "Boss, what do you think of that carriage we just encountered? I think the people in the carriage are of high status. Although the coachman beat up the newcomer in one move, we could still handle it easily."

Xie Yong glanced at him twice before saying, "Give it a try."

The three of them made up their minds and didn't delay any longer.

They had already inquired about the roads in the capital, so they naturally knew which direction to go to intercept Yin Yin's carriage.

"Ah!"

Yinyin covered her mouth with a handkerchief, sneezed, and felt a slight fever in her earlobes.

Seeing this, the maid Qingyu quickly asked, "Why is Madam suddenly sneezing? Is something wrong? Should we go back to the manor?"

Yinyin shook her head: "I just suddenly felt an itch in my nose, it's nothing serious. The Empress Dowager specifically asked me to go to the palace, and I've already gone halfway there, how can I go back?"

Seeing that she hadn't sneezed again after that one sneeze, Qingyu stopped trying to persuade her and instead said, "You are the Empress Dowager's most valued sister. Even if you turn back halfway, the Empress Dowager will certainly not blame you."

Because in ancient times, one is always served from the moment one gets up, Yin Yin has no way to take out her phone to check her identity. At this moment, she can only analyze from what the maid said that in this world, she and the Empress Dowager are sisters.

However, judging from this, the Empress Dowager likely has more than one sister. As for why she values ​​those three words so much, it's unclear whether it stems from a very close relationship or from other factors such as status or interests.

“The Empress Dowager doesn’t blame me because she is kind and compassionate, but I can’t do that,” Yin Yin said, then suddenly sighed, “Am I the only one from our family to enter the palace today?”

Qingyu didn't notice her probing: "The Crown Prince's wife is indeed qualified, but there was a funeral in her family, and she was afraid of offending the emperor, so she couldn't go. The old lady is getting old now, so she asked the palace for leave."

“Madam, are you not used to having no one to talk to? If our master were still here…” Qingyu paused, then quickly said, “It was my fault for speaking out of turn, Madam. Please don’t take it to heart. If our master were alive, he would certainly not want to see you unhappy.”

Yinyin lowered her eyelids, revealing a bitter smile, and followed Qingyu's words, saying, "Is that so?"

Qingyu immediately nodded: "Of course, as long as the master is still here, he will follow you wherever you go. But don't be sad, madam. Our young master is also in the palace. You have been saying for the past few days that you haven't seen him for a long time. Today you are going to the palace, so you can spend more time with him."

Just as Yinyin was about to ask more questions, she heard a muffled thud outside, followed by the sound of someone falling to the ground.

Qingyu immediately became alert: "What's going on!"

"Oh dear!" the old fat man's voice rang out, "There's a girl in the carriage!"