Transmigration: I, the Dragon Overlord, start by protecting my beautiful bride!

The white-clad man behind the door moved with lightning speed, like a cat, and immediately snatched the loose silver from the coachman's hand into his own.

He closed the door to check the silver in his hand, then opened the door again, smiling strangely, and said, "In this weather, it's only natural to do me a favor."

Although the man seemed a bit strange, the coachman decided to stay overnight to avoid getting soaked to the bone.

"Alright, park the carriage in the courtyard," the man in white suddenly said. "Help your young lady come down, I'll go get you some food." He turned to leave, but the coachman behind him stopped him, saying, "Hey, hey, no need to trouble yourself, we have our own food."

"You gave me money and are staying here temporarily. It's my duty to prepare food for you," the man in white said ominously, turning and walking into the house.

The coachman looked at the strange man in white and felt somewhat puzzled, but since the man had said those things, he must have meant well.

Soon, he arrived at the carriage, led it to the eaves, patted his old companion, and said, "You'll have to make do tonight. I'll take you into town first thing tomorrow morning and give you some good fodder!"

As he spoke, Shi Yiguang, who was inside the carriage, lifted the curtain and stepped down.

"How is it? Is it available for stay?"

"Yes, we can stay here," the coachman said with a simple smile. "The head of the household is a man, and he's a really nice guy. I told him we'd bring our own food, but he insisted on preparing hot meals for us."

“In this desolate wilderness, how can we just eat human food?” Shi Yiguang said, getting off the carriage. The coachman carefully reached out to help her and led her into the house.

This is just an ordinary wooden house, with a guest room, a kitchen for cooking, and a woodshed in addition to the owner's bedroom.

The house was surrounded by a fence, and a peach tree stood in front of the door, next to which was a well.

"The room is a bit messy, please don't mind." The man in white came out of the guest room. "You'll be sleeping here tonight."

"Okay, thank you." Shi Yiguang and the coachman bowed slightly to the man in white to express their gratitude.

The man in white didn't speak, but looked at Shi Yiguang meaningfully.

That look in his eyes had an indescribable unsettling quality.

"Miss Shi, let's go in and take a look at the room first." The coachman, unaware of anything amiss, turned around and was about to enter the guest room to check it out.

Seeing this, the man in white said he would go and prepare hot food for the two of them first.

But just before he stepped out the door, Shi Yiguang suddenly called out to him: "Wait, young master, why is there blood on your clothes?"

Upon hearing this, the coachman, who was about to go in to check the room, froze. At the same time, his gaze fell on the white-clad man's clothes, and sure enough, he found a trace of blood on his sleeve. The two of them couldn't help but become nervous.

"Gentlemen, please rest assured, I just accidentally got this on myself while killing a chicken." The man in white reacted quickly and answered naturally. "Recently, there's been a lecherous thief causing trouble outside the city, so I had my wife go stay with her family in Qianzhou City."

"To avoid encountering that lecherous thief in this desolate wilderness, then we'd be utterly helpless." The man in white pretended to be serious and said, "I'm just a scholar, and I'm not familiar with things like slaughtering chickens and killing fish. After my wife left, I had to cook for myself, which is why there's blood on my sleeve."

Upon hearing the white-clad man's explanation, the coachman immediately lowered his guard.

After all, what he said was quite reasonable and there was nothing to doubt.

"I see." Shi Yiguang smiled slightly and said nothing more.

The man in white thought everything was alright and immediately turned and left.

Shi Yiguang watched him walk out of the house, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her expression solemn.

"Miss Shi, this guest room looks quite spacious. You can sleep in the bed, and I'll make do in the carriage for the night." The coachman went into the room and looked around, noticing that the room was mostly filled with women's belongings.

However, since the man in white had said that he had a wife, it wasn't surprising that he had these things, so he didn't pay any attention to it.

But when he turned around, he found that Shi Yiguang had not entered the room.

He turned and went out to look for her, only to find Shi Yiguang standing in front of another room, acting suspiciously and doing something he couldn't tell what.

"Miss Shi, what are you doing?" Seeing this, the coachman quickly came closer and whispered, "He kindly took us in, how could you..."

"Don't misunderstand, this room is locked," Shi Yiguang said without looking up.

"Then what are you doing..." The coachman was very puzzled by her behavior.

But Shi Yiguang didn't explain. He just put his nose close to the door and carefully sniffed the smell inside.

Soon, a commotion came from outside the door. The coachman nervously reminded Shi Yiguang beside him, fearing that the white-clad man outside might see them and mistake them for thieves.

At this moment, Shi Yiguang also got up and followed the coachman into the room.

"My family is poor and we don't have anything good to offer you, so please don't mind." The man in white brought out a few steamed buns, two bowls of noodles, and chicken.

"No, no, no, in this desolate wilderness, we are already content with a hot meal. How can we complain?" The coachman quickly took the food from the white-clad man's hands.

"That's good." The man in white smiled slightly, but did not leave, as if he was waiting for something.

"Come on, eat up, eat your fill so you can sleep well." The coachman picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and then picked up another steamed bun and stuffed it into Shi Yiguang's hand.

Seeing that the other party had not left, Shi Yiguang had no choice but to break off some pieces with his hands and put them in his mouth.

Seeing that they had both eaten, the man in white left with peace of mind.

Only after hearing the footsteps fade into the distance did Shi Yiguang spit out the food she was chewing but hadn't swallowed.

"Miss Shi, what are you doing?"

"Stop eating, this is not a safe place to stay."

Shi Yiguang cautiously approached the door, listened intently outside, and only dared to speak after confirming there was no movement:

“I’ve been studying medicine since I was a student, and I’ve treated at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand,” Shi Yiguang said. “When I first came in, I smelled blood. I didn’t pay much attention at first, but after seeing the guy’s sleeve, I became very suspicious.”

"Miss Shi, aren't you being too sensitive?" the coachman said, but he had already spat out all the food in his mouth.

"Do you remember that locked door?" Miss Shi asked seriously. "Since he lives alone, what's the point of locking the door?"

“Perhaps…” the coachman suggested, “that room is the guest room, and he gave it to the two of us?”