The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

The man was wearing a loose, dark blue coarse cloth shirt, and at first glance he seemed to be a thin, poor young man.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that although the person's skin was sallow, their features were delicate, making them appear more like a young girl.

There were no wolves behind this man, but rather several tall, strong-looking men chasing him.

Behind the men followed a plump woman, panting heavily.

When the fat woman ran, her body jiggled like a plump duck swaying from side to side; she was none other than Zhang the matchmaker from Liu Family Village.

"Grab her! This brat not only owes me money, but she also dared to lie to me!" Matchmaker Zhang shouted as she chased after her, "You brat, you said you had smallpox and wouldn't survive, but look at you, you're jumping around like a madwoman! You dare to lie to me, I'm going to tie you up and take you to Village Chief Sun's house today..."

Thinking of Fang Qingyou, whose face was covered in pustules, whom she had seen a few days ago, Zhang the matchmaker gritted her teeth in anger. She thought to herself that she, who had been so shrewd all her life, had been tricked by a mere young girl.

If it weren't for Er Mao from the village saying that he saw Fang Qingyou leave the village, she wouldn't have known that she had been deceived.

"You brat, stop right there! You can run, but you can't hide forever..."

Fang Qingyou was running away when she heard this and her back stiffened. Ugh, why is this matchmaker trying to snatch her away again? Doesn't she even let her heart catch its breath?

A few days ago, when she had just transmigrated here, Zhang the matchmaker came to snatch her away, wanting to marry her off to the mentally challenged son of the village chief of the neighboring Sun family village. It was only through her quick thinking that she pretended to be a smallpox patient that she managed to scare Zhang the matchmaker away.

"Aunt Zhang, didn't we agree to pay you back tomorrow? Why are you..." Fang Qingyou tried to force a smile and speak sweetly, hoping to calm down the matchmaker Zhang who seemed a little exasperated.

"Pah! You wicked brat, you think you can make me wait until tomorrow? Even if I do wait until tomorrow, do you have the money to pay me back?"

If Zhang the matchmaker had known earlier that Fang Qingyou was faking her illness, she wouldn't have waited these last few days; she would have snatched her away that very day.

Fang Qingyou shook her head inwardly, feeling utterly innocent. She was merely protecting herself; how could she be accused of having malicious intentions?

"Aunt Zhang..." Fang Qingyou wanted to say that she had money. In order to repay the money from Matchmaker Zhang, she had disguised herself as a man and traveled around practicing medicine these past few days. Today she had just managed to scrape together three taels of silver.

Before Fang Qingyou could finish speaking, Zhang the matchmaker coldly interrupted her: "You brat, I'm not a saint, and I absolutely won't let you off the hook today! I just don't understand, not only is Village Chief Sun's family well-off, but his son is kind and honest. You'd be living a life of luxury if you married him, but you're unwilling! You brat, you must have accumulated a lot of good karma in your past life to have such a good thing happen to you. I'm kindly acting as matchmaker for you, but you don't appreciate it..."

Matchmaker Zhang was desperately pursuing Fang Qingyou. She was so anxious! In just a few days, this brat had attempted suicide by jumping into the water, pretended to be a smallpox patient, and even disguised herself as a man to leave the village...

The longer the night lasts, the more things might go wrong. If she really lets Fang Qingyou escape, not only will she offend Village Chief Sun, but Madam Li in the capital city will also likely not let her off the hook.

Fang Qingyou almost choked on her own blood. Matchmakers really are skilled with words.

Although she didn't have the original owner's memories, she knew exactly what kind of person Village Chief Sun's son was from the original owner's mother, Madam Ren.

The village chief's son was a severely congenitally mentally challenged patient. He was notorious for being stupid in several surrounding villages. He was so stupid and dull that he drooled all day long. His hands and feet were so deformed that he could hardly walk steadily. He was almost thirty years old and still couldn't find a wife. The original owner of this body committed suicide by jumping into the river because she didn't want to marry him.

Even if Fang Qingyou felt sorry for this silly boy, she absolutely refused to be a tool for bearing children for the Sun family.

However, judging from Zhang the Matchmaker's demeanor today, Fang Qingyou felt that she must have received a lot of money from Village Chief Sun. Even if she took out the three taels of silver she had on her, Zhang the Matchmaker would probably not let her off the hook.

Fang Qingyou felt her face must be all scrunched up like a bitter gourd. What should she do?

The original owner's home was in Liujia Village, but there was only the weak Ren Shi and her brother Fang Runting who had broken his leg. The two of them together were no match for Zhang the matchmaker, let alone the burly men that Zhang the matchmaker had brought.

Self-rescue is the only hope.

Soon, Fang Qingyou's eyes lit up, because she suddenly realized that the road she was walking on led to Nanguan County, where Liujia Village was located.

If she had managed to escape to Nanguan County, perhaps she could have avoided this calamity today...

"You brat, stop right there! I'm exhausted, and you're still running..." Zhang the matchmaker's fierce shouts came from behind, but Fang Qingyou ignored them and kept running. Only a fool would stop obediently.

Fang Qingyou's destination was the county government office in Nanguan County. Zhang the matchmaker wanted to forcibly abduct a young woman, so she needed to find a powerful patron to protect herself.

Fang Qingyou's legs were sore from running that she finally reached the county government office. However, she couldn't be happy because the burly man at the front was only a few steps away from her.

Knowing something was wrong, Fang Qingyou gritted her teeth and rushed towards the gate of the county government office with all her might.

Just then, a white figure walked out of the county government office gate.

With a quick glance, Fang Qingyou only saw two men with swords at their waists following behind the man. She thought that this man was most likely the county magistrate, so she immediately rushed towards him.

"Thump--" She rushed too fast and fell face-first onto the hard ground, the pain bringing tears to her eyes.

However, the pain was worth it, because she successfully clung to the magistrate's coattails.

Upon being hugged, Fang Qingyou felt the magistrate's body stiffen noticeably; he was probably startled by her.

Fang Qingyou was equally amazed by this hug, which made her knees feel painless. She thought her eyes were probably shining at that moment.

This was the first time she had ever touched such perfect thighs—lean, firm, and incredibly elastic, every muscle brimming with power…

Wow, the feel of this...

These are absolutely the most beautiful thighs ever.

Finally snapping out of her daze, Fang Qingyou rolled her eyes at herself. What kind of time was this to be studying the magistrate's thighs?!

Although she was reluctant to leave, Fang Qingyou hadn't forgotten that she still needed the magistrate's help. Her little hands had to behave themselves and absolutely couldn't let the magistrate feel offended.

However, before removing her hand, Fang Qingyou couldn't help but touch it a few more times.

Ahem, such a slight movement, the magistrate will surely think it was unintentional and won't blame her...

"Your Honor, please help me!" Fang Qingyou forced out tears as she moved her hand down from the magistrate's thigh to his calf, her voice filled with anguish: "Your Honor, please, save this humble... commoner!"

This was the standard posture for ordinary people in ancient times to seek justice and redress their grievances.