Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

The autumn sky is clear and the air is crisp, the ground is covered in golden hues, and a gentle breeze carries a hint of coolness.

Since leaving the capital, the exiled troops had to travel at least 50 li (25 kilometers) every day and had to reach the frontier within two months, which was a relatively tight schedule.

Unfortunately, the prisoners this time were all pampered gentlemen and ladies who were used to being waited on by sedan chairs and carriages when they went out. Making them walk for a day was like taking their lives. They cried and screamed, and even whipping them wouldn't make them go much faster.

"Snapped--"

A long whip with barbs lashed the back of the lagging prisoner, tearing his skin and causing several other prisoners to grit their teeth and quicken their pace to catch up.

The young escort behind nodded in satisfaction, but still scolded:

"You bunch of lazybones, hurry up and speed things up for me. Anyone who delays the journey can try out my whip to see how effective it is."

After saying that, he lashed the whip a few more times in the air, making a cracking sound. This frightened several women who had gradually slowed down, causing them to tremble and run away, lifting their skirts.

"Mother, I can't walk anymore, please carry Rong'er."

Among the Shao family members, a five-year-old boy, covered in sweat and with tears in his eyes, tugged at the sleeve of a woman beside him, his eyes filled with longing.

Wang Minyue was caught off guard and almost fell to the ground. She barely managed to stand up, but her adopted son next to her started fussing for her to hold him. She wanted nothing more than to kick him away.

She already had her younger child on her back, and a large bundle tied to her chest, so how was she supposed to hold the baby?

Wang Minyue turned her gaze to her husband and saw that his once handsome and resolute face was now bruised and swollen, and a sense of disgust inexplicably slipped through her mind.

They just felt that this man was so useless; he couldn't even beat one person when four or five people were fighting him.

Perhaps sensing his wife's gaze, Shao Mingheng turned his head and asked:

"Minyue, what happened?"

“Rong’er is tired from walking, husband, why don’t you carry him for a while?” Wang Minyue lowered her eyes to avoid the man’s gaze, and simply led the child to him.

Shao Mingheng looked troubled. He was carrying two large bundles on his front and back, and there was really no room to hold the child.

The father-in-law and mother-in-law prepared a lot of things, but there were only two of them. All the concubines and maids they had worked with were dismissed by the wife under various pretexts when they were in the Marquis's mansion.

Now, aside from food and money, they had all their luggage and belongings carried by Shao's father and the second son's family. They were too embarrassed to ask others for help anymore.

Furthermore, because of the previous prophecy of the mad Taoist priest, the others dare not approach Wang Minyue now, and even if they wanted to find help, they could not.

Shao Mingheng hesitated for a long time before finally saying:

"Why don't you carry the bundle you're carrying, and let Yao'er walk on the ground for a while while you carry Rong'er on your back?"

'But I don't want to carry either of them.' Wang Minyue almost blurted out what was on her mind, but thankfully she swallowed it back before she could say it.

But his face looked very ugly.

That chubby little guy on the ground weighs at least fifty pounds, and she has to carry him on her back. Then she'll have to carry the smaller one later. Doesn't she get tired?!

"Minyue?" Shao Mingheng called out gently, a flash of impatience crossing his eyes.

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, a lithe figure darted past them, bringing with it a gust of wind.

Looking up, one could see that Shao Linshen had a daughter tied to his front and a daughter tied to his back, and was carrying two large bundles in his hands, yet he walked without any difficulty.

Noticing that the couple was looking at him, Shao Linshen smirked and gave Wang Minyue a disdainful look, which almost made her furious.

But ever since everyone got beaten up this morning, everyone knows this guy is not someone to mess with, and now no one dares to provoke this troublemaker.

Wang Minyue angrily withdrew her gaze, looking at her husband beside her with only disappointment.

The love she had felt for the man instantly faded a bit.

Fortunately, Madam Xu noticed the couple's predicament and immediately grabbed one of Shao's father's concubines and a concubine's daughter, ordering them to carry the child on their backs.

That concubine Zhang was given to Shao's father by the late Old Madam Hou. She was originally just a maid in the Hou family, and she was able to become a concubine because she gave birth to a daughter.

So, no matter how unwilling she was, she dared not speak out and could only lower her head and obediently help her daughter carry the two sons of the eldest son's family.

On the surface, he was all flattery and fawning over Wang Minyue, as if he couldn't see the strange looks from the other prisoners.

……

As Shao Mingheng and his wife walked away and the child on their backs fell asleep, Shao Yingxin finally dared to speak softly to her aunt:

"Mother, that Taoist priest said..."

"Xin'er, watch your words!"

Aunt Zhang warned:

“Aunt Chen and the others all have sons to rely on, so they have more confidence and dare to make trouble. But your mother doesn’t, so we have to keep a low profile.”

And... even if she's wicked, my daughter and I will be fine. Just remember to keep your sister-in-law happy, otherwise we won't have a good life.”

Shao Yingxin reluctantly nodded upon hearing this, but ultimately obeyed and said nothing more.

"That's quite clever."

Upon hearing Pangu Banner's account, Shao Linshen looked at the mother and daughter from afar and admired Aunt Zhang's boldness and meticulousness.

"But then the predictions spread earlier won't come true, what if someone in the group accepts that woman's things..."

Before Pangu Banner could finish speaking, Shao Linshen interrupted him, saying:

"Don't worry, even if she holds back and doesn't attack others, after tonight everyone will turn their anger towards that woman."

"why?"

*

"Why, Boss Liu?"

"Judging by the pace of these prisoners, they probably won't have covered 30 li by sunset today. Aren't you worried at all?"

The young escort anxiously inquired, utterly bewildered as to why he was still not allowed to urge the prisoner onward with his whip.

Liu Cheng, who was in charge, burst into laughter, and the guards next to him also shook their heads with amusement.

One of them even stepped forward and patted the young escort, saying only:

"Xiao Gao, you only took over your father's job this year, so you don't understand the ins and outs yet. This time, your older brothers will teach you the ropes."

"These exiled prisoners are all like this. At first, they all have all kinds of rich man's diseases. They complain about being tired and exhausted before they have gone far, but at this time, they also get the most lucrative rewards."

With just a little trickery, we can reap considerable benefits. But as time goes on, those people will become increasingly stingy.

"But what if we can't make it in time?" Xiao Gao asked instinctively upon hearing this.

The other guards laughed heartily, only saying mysteriously, "You'll find out when the time comes."

Xiao Gao was filled with doubts, but no one could answer them.

They could only follow their wishes and watch the time pass by, until the sun set on the horizon. The exiled caravan had not even seen a post station and had to settle in the wilderness.

They couldn't even find a sheltered ravine.