Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Knowing who the visitor was, Yin Yin was no longer flustered.

Seeing her so calm, Qingyu, who had been nervous, felt reassured: "Madam, we..."

Yinyin gestured for her to calm down and said loudly, "May I ask who this distinguished guest is outside?"

"That voice sounds familiar," Old Fatty and Yan'er exchanged a glance, unable to recall it for a moment.

Xie Yong, however, quickly realized what was happening: "My brother accidentally fell from the roof and knocked out your groom. I'm so sorry."

Old Fatty's eyes widened immediately. He looked at Xie Yong in disbelief, then turned to look at Yan'er, his face clearly saying, 'That's not what he just said.'

Yan'er had already remembered whose voice it was, and with a bit of helplessness, she gestured Yin Yin's name on her hand.

Old Fatty then realized that his own people had come to his aid. No wonder Boss Xie had shown off his Sichuan opera skills; this was the commotion he'd caused.

As Yin Yin was pondering whether to meet them or maintain her noblewoman persona and continue sitting in the carriage, the curtain was suddenly lifted.

Before Qingyu could even utter a cry of alarm, Xie Yong had already knocked her down.

Old Fatty and Yan'er also got into the carriage, but because the space inside was limited, they just lifted the curtain and looked from the outside.

With the coachman and Qingyu both down, Yinyin relaxed a bit and stopped speaking in a refined manner: "You guys are really bold, daring to do this on the street. Even if you have talismans, you can't use them like this. Hurry up and drive the carriage into the alley."

Driving a carriage? Neither Old Fatty nor Yan'er knew how, so Xie Yong had to personally drive the carriage from the main road to a quiet alley, where they finally had a place to talk.

Yan'er really liked Yin Yin's outfit and looked her over. "Yin Yin, you're so pretty! You look even better dressed like this than in that previous drama."

The fat man nodded in agreement, "This whole outfit must be genuine! Look at the craftsmanship, the material—I've only ever seen this in museums. Wearing this, it must cost at least tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars, right?"

“I didn’t spend a single penny,” Yin Yin said, taking Xie Yong’s hand as she jumped down from the carriage. “As soon as I came in, people mistook me for a lady in her fifties or sixties. All these clothes were given to me by them.”

"But I just don't understand, my face doesn't even have a single wrinkle, how can I look like I'm in my fifties or sixties?"

Old Fatty just laughed when he heard this, while Yan'er agreed quite a bit: "They must be blind."

Xie Yong then grasped another key point: "Madam? Whose madam?"

Yinyin laughed: "How would I know whose wife I am? As soon as I woke up, I was dressed up and told that I was going to the palace. I didn't dare to ask too many questions, lest I arouse suspicion."

"It's about the widow, which I just got out of this maid. But as for anything else, you've already knocked her out, what else could I possibly know?"

Upon hearing the word "widow," Xie Yong was satisfied and lowered his head, saying, "It was my fault. I should have waited until you had finished asking all the questions before knocking her unconscious."

"Alright, alright, it's too late to talk about this now," Yinyin said, looking at the three of them. "Why did you guys suddenly decide to stop my car?"

“Isn’t this a case of wanting to enter the palace but not being able to?” the fat old man said. “Before, when I saw those city guards being so respectful to you, I thought there must be a big shot in your carriage who could definitely get into the palace, so I chose your carriage.”

"But Sister Yinyin, you're really lucky. We were all chased around by the city guards after we arrived, but you got an identity right away and can enter the palace openly."

From Old Fatty's words, Yin Yin easily obtained the information she wanted, except for what they were to do after entering the palace.

“Look at the clothes you’re wearing. I believe other people are being chased around, but you certainly aren’t.”

"Although Old Fatty exaggerated a bit, what he said wasn't entirely wrong," Xie Yong told Yin Yin about how they hid in the inn and then ran into the innkeeper with other guests, forcing them to run away as fast as they could.

"I remember you were carrying some gold and silver with you," Yin Yin said, then realized something was off. "Does staying at an inn require an identity check?"

Xie Yong nodded: "If you want to investigate, you can choose not to if you pay enough. However, we all feel that we don't need to spend this money since we're in the dungeon right now."

Yinyin could understand this. The mission was to enter the palace, and even if they booked a room at the inn, they could only rest for a short while, which was not worthwhile at all.

Yinyin didn't dwell on the matter and asked directly, "So what are you planning to do now?"

“Let’s find someone else,” Xie Yong said, glancing at Qingyu who was still unconscious. “We don’t even know all the information about your identity. If we go into the palace together, the risks will be huge.”

Seeing that neither Yan'er nor Lao Pang objected, Yin Yin nodded and said, "Then I'll wait for you in the palace."

Yinyin's carriage returned to the right road. The coachman, who had been knocked unconscious, was quickly woken up by the fat man pinching his philtrum.

"Hiss," the coachman felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and then he met the old fat man's smiling face.

"Sorry, bro, I accidentally fell and knocked you out."

The coachman's expression immediately changed, and he wanted to curse the fat man.

"Alright," Yin Yin said, and the coachman immediately composed himself and went to the carriage to wait for further instructions.

"Since there's nothing else, let's hurry up and go. We can't be late for our journey to the palace." But at the end, Yin Yin added, "Once we're in the palace, you should drive the carriage back to your residence and ask the physician to examine you. We can then arrange for someone else to pick you up."

The coachman quickly replied, "Thank you, Madam, but I'm fine. I'll wait outside for you to leave the palace. Those young men down there are too rough and careless to serve you."

Seeing that Yin Yin didn't object, the coachman breathed a sigh of relief, glared at the fat man, and then drove the carriage away.

Old Fatty watched with great interest: "Sister Yinyin is indeed a good actress. Her words and actions are completely natural. No wonder she can fool this family into thinking she is the madam."

"But that coachman is such a sycophant! He doesn't even agree to things you're showing concern for?"

“Ancient times are not modern times,” Yan’er said calmly. “Once he becomes useless and steps down, someone else will definitely take his place. So even if he is really injured, he will never give up the opportunity to pick up and drop off his master.”

Old Fatty pondered for a while and said, "Yan'er, you've thought things through. Let alone in ancient times, even in modern times, how many people worry about being replaced at work, and dare not ask for leave when they are sick?"

Xie Yong twitched his hand on the knife hilt. Although he also had a company, he was definitely not a miser; he would still grant sick leave to his employees.

He cleared his throat: "Let's go, let's look for something else."

“Alright,” the fat man immediately shifted his focus, “Let’s see who the unlucky ones are who have contributed to our cause.”