Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

The next day at dawn, the first rays of sunlight appeared.

As soon as the city gates of the capital opened, a small team of ten men rode out of the Rong Prince's residence.

The guards, dressed in their everyday clothes, traveled day and night, exhausting three horses to death, before finally entering Qingzhou territory.

at the same time.

Shao Linshen was unaware that people from the Rong Prince's Mansion were approaching. Because the fields and houses in the village that belonged to Shao's father had been sold off by the female protagonist under the pretext of going to the capital to treat Shao's father's illness, they were not in a hurry to return at this moment.

The father and son traveled around, enjoying the scenery and taking time to recuperate. After half a month of traveling and stopping, they both gained some weight and no longer looked like refugees who had come from nowhere.

If Shao Linshen were to dress up as a woman and impersonate the female lead now, given his physique and appearance, probably no one would believe it.

As the weather grew hotter, Shaolin Shen, while driving, also found a rocky spot by the roadside, dug a pit, piled up firewood, lit a fire, and burned the body.

Just as the fire started, dark clouds suddenly filled the sky, and a heavy rain began to fall.

The wind and rain added a lot of trouble to the incineration work, but fortunately Shaolin Shen had made preparations in advance.

He erected a rain shelter about four or five meters high above the large pit, then doused the firewood and the corpse with gasoline, and set it on fire. The towering flames nearly burned through the shelter.

"vomit--"

Shao's father didn't see the corpse in the pile of firewood, but smelling the burning stench in the air, he couldn't help but pinch his nose and gag. Then his son stuffed a handful of licorice and preserved plums into his hand.

The sweet and sour taste spread across his tongue, and Mr. Shao, satisfied, carried the things back into the carriage...

As the mule cart approached Wuyang County, the number of locust trees along the official road increased.

Previously, one could still see traces of willow, elm, peach, and plum trees, but once you step into Wuyang territory, the official road is filled with the shadows of locust trees.

Clusters of pale yellow locust flowers hang from the branches. The wind sways the treetops, creating ripples, and a faint fragrance permeates the air, carrying a subtle sweetness.

Shao's father sat under the tree, pinched his nose, and poured the medicine down his throat. The sour and bitter taste made him feel nauseous.

He secretly glanced at his son who was cooking porridge, then grabbed a handful of fallen locust flowers and chewed them slowly.

Shao Linshen seemed to sense something and turned around. He saw his father covering his mouth with his hand, his cheeks twitching. He narrowed his eyes and asked:

"Dad, did you eat something weird again?"

"Well?"

Shao's father opened his eyes wide, looking as if he knew nothing, hurriedly waved his hand, and then turned his back quietly, feeling somewhat guilty.

Just then, a cloud of dust suddenly rose from the bend in the road in the distance, followed by the sound of horses' hooves.

Shao Linshen slammed the lid on the earthenware pot and looked up to see a group of men on horseback galloping towards them.

At that moment, a horse in the procession suddenly foamed at the mouth, lost its footing, and collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, the man on horseback was agile enough that in a split second he kicked off the horse's back and tumbled into the bushes beside him.

"Uu——"

The group suddenly stopped.

The leading man frowned and said:

"This place is not far from Wuyang County. Let's stop and rest for a bit, have something to eat, and then continue our journey."

Having said that, he immediately jumped off his horse.

The man who had just rolled into the grass got up, brushed the grass clippings off his clothes, and quickly walked to the fallen horse. After examining it carefully, he shook his head regretfully.

"It's too late to save him. Let's bury him."

It saves time.

His colleague responded and stepped forward to help, dragging the horse to the side of the official road. Together, they dug a shallow pit and hastily covered it up.

The group sat down under a large locust tree not far from the Shao family father and son. The lush canopy provided shade, allowing them to relax a little.

The leader took a bundle from his horse and distributed the dry rations inside to the crowd. The crowd held the dry bread, tore off a piece at random, and chewed it.

However, they caught a faint scent of rice, mixed with the sweet aroma of red dates. The group, who had been munching on bland flatbread, paused and looked towards the distance following the fragrance.

One of the burly men glanced at the flatbread in his hand, then at the thick rice porridge, and simply tossed it behind him. He dusted off his trousers, casually walked over to Shao Linshen, sat down next to him, gestured towards the earthenware pot with his chin, and asked, feigning ignorance:

"Young man, what are you cooking in here?"

"Red date and longan porridge".

Shao Linshen had an honest and simple appearance on his face, but his eyes swept over the newcomer's cuffs and collar. The dark patterns there were the Rong Prince's Mansion's emblem. The original owner had stayed in the mansion for several years and had memorized it to the bone.

Seeing the other person's drooling expression, Shao Linshen took out a ceramic bowl from the bamboo basket beside him, scooped out a small half bowl, and handed it to the other person, smiling憨厚ly as he said:

"If you don't mind, sir, would you like to have a bowl and try it?"

Seeing that Shao Linshen was so cooperative, Guard A immediately raised an eyebrow, took the item, and said happily:

"Then I have to taste it."

They traveled day and night from the capital, spending most of their time in the wilderness, eating dry rations for more than half a month, and their mouths were practically tasteless.

If they hadn't practiced martial arts since childhood and were physically strong, they probably would have collapsed halfway through the journey, just like those exhausted horses.

Smelling the sweet aroma of the red date porridge in the bowl, Guard A realized for the first time how delicious rice porridge could be, and couldn't help but swallow.

Just as he was about to scoop a spoonful into his mouth, a hand suddenly reached out and put it on his shoulder, then snatched the bowl of porridge and handed it back to Shao Linshen.

"Alright, you should be grateful to have something to eat. When you're traveling, you can't be so picky. How can you just take other people's food? If you finish yours, what will the others eat?"

As he spoke, Guard B patted his companion on the shoulder, his eyes carrying a hint of warning.

Seeing this, Shao Linshen seemed not to understand the deeper meaning of their words, and simply said enthusiastically:

"It's alright. It's only natural to help each other when we're traveling. We've cooked quite a lot, so why don't you gentlemen join us for some?"

Guard A was slightly tempted upon hearing this, but before he could speak, Guard B firmly rejected him.

The guard asked casually:

"Where are you two headed? If you're going the same way, you could travel together for safety."

“We are from Xiahe Village, Wuyang County. We were originally out looking for a doctor for my father, and now that we have finished our business, we are about to go home.”

Xiahe Village is located south of Wuyang County, while Qingliu Village is to the west; their locations are quite different.

Shao Linshen heard the other party say it was a pity, nodded in agreement, and then skillfully stirred the rice porridge in the bowl. After blowing on it to cool it down a bit, he handed it to Shao's father.

Shao's father quickly took the pottery bowl, and secretly glared at the two guards.

Feeling that these two were there to steal their food, they quickly turned away from the two men, holding their bowls, and stuffed the porridge into their mouths, afraid that their food would be taken away.

Seeing his possessive behavior towards his food and his slightly innocent eyes, the two guards exchanged glances, and one of them spoke:

“Your father seems quite easygoing, so I suppose you must have a lot to worry about, young man.”

Upon hearing this, Shao Linshen smiled but did not respond. Instead, he casually ladled himself a bowl of porridge in front of everyone and drank it silently.

Seeing that they were still looking at him, he asked again:

"If you two don't mind, would you like some rice porridge to fill your stomachs?"

"Well then, we won't stand on ceremony."

Seeing that the father and son had both tried it, Guard A simply used his sleeve as a pad and carried the whole pot and basket away.

The second guard behind him took out a piece of silver from his waist, tossed it into Shao Linshen's arms, nodded slightly, and turned to leave with an air of aloofness.

Seeing this, Shao's father was somewhat displeased and prepared to get up and take back his things, but Shao Linshen grabbed him.

Perhaps sensing the movement behind him, Guard B suddenly turned around, looked at Shao Linshen, and asked as if casually:

"Young man, do you know how to get to Qingliu Village? Is there a family named Shao in that village?"