Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

Hearing the crisp sound of the teacup hitting the ground, Xiao Yan felt a sense of foreboding and instinctively pulled Gu Ruxin tightly into his arms.

Suddenly, a barrage of arrows rained down like a downpour, hurtling towards us with a sharp whooshing sound.

His eyes suddenly sharpened, and he dodged with the agility of a cat, the soft sword at his waist already drawn.

With a flick of the wrist, the sword danced and spun, its silvery light weaving an impenetrable curtain of light in the twilight. Arrows struck the blade, sparking as they fell to the ground.

But the masked men's attacks were relentless, like a tidal wave. As soon as one wave was blocked, another would come rushing in, the dense rain of arrows making it hard to breathe.

Xiao Yan was finding it increasingly difficult to cope, and the cries of her son beside her were like needles piercing her heart, almost causing her already taut nerves to snap.

As he parried with his sword, his mind raced:

He suspected that the assassination might be related to the mastermind behind the robbery of government silver, but he couldn't help but suspect that the Shao family was behind it.

He glanced casually at Shao Jingcheng, who was lying unconscious on the ground beside him, and his expression instantly turned dark and unpredictable.

Immediately afterwards, he moved his feet quietly, protecting his wife and children as he slowly retreated in front of Shao Jingcheng, and suddenly kicked the other man in the side.

Shao Jingcheng groaned and before he could even open his eyes, Xiao Yan grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and held him in front of her, retreating step by step into the teahouse.

"Master Shao!"

Xiao Yan shouted loudly, his voice trembling slightly amidst the rain of arrows:

"Please lend me your guards! I am outnumbered and outmatched, and I'm afraid I cannot protect you, young master—"

Before he could finish speaking, a cold arrow, like a meteor falling to the ground, shot from the roof of the opposite shop, piercing straight into Shao Jingcheng's chest, and then directly into Xiao Yan's left chest, just a hair's breadth away from piercing his heart.

"puff--"

Shao Jingcheng, who was in a coma, was abruptly awakened by the excruciating pain. A metallic taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mist, his face instantly turning ashen.

Xiao Yan was jolted backward by the heavy blow, his knee slamming heavily onto the bluestone slab. His soft sword nearly slipped from his hand, and blood gushed from between his fingers from his left chest, staining half of his clothes red.

"Xiao Yan!"

Gu Ruxin cried out in alarm and tried to step forward, but was forced to retreat repeatedly by a new volley of arrows.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the man's sleeve, a stray arrow grazed her cheek, followed by another arrow piercing her calf.

Blood dripped down her skirt. Gu Ruxin staggered and hugged her child tightly, only to see that her son also had a broken arrow stuck in his shoulder, crying out in heart-wrenching pain.

In the chaos, Shao Jingcheng became a sitting duck, his body riddled with arrows like a hedgehog.

His already severely injured body could no longer hold on, and his head lolled to the side, where he fell silent.

Seeing his wife and children injured, Xiao Yan's eyes widened in fury. With his last ounce of strength, he pushed them towards the threshold of the teahouse, but several arrows pierced his back, and he fell straight to the ground, his fate unknown.

Gu Ruxin slumped down on the threshold, looking at the man lying in a pool of blood, then at the crying child in her arms. In her panic, she caught a glimpse of Shao Linshen sitting calmly in the center of the teahouse.

She crawled over on her knees, about to reach out and grab the other person's clothes to beg, but Shao Linshen kicked her away, sending her crashing to the ground.

Fortunately, just when Gu Ruxin felt despair and thought she was about to die on the spot, the shouts of soldiers finally came from afar.

Seeing this, Shao Linshen felt a pang of regret. With a slight twitch of his finger, the masked man hiding in the shadows vanished like a ghost.

When the government officials arrived, they found only a scene of arrows lying haphazardly and a tragic sight of one dead and three wounded.

When the head constable saw Xiao Yan's face clearly, his legs went weak with fright—this was actually an assassination attempt on a government official!

He hurriedly directed his men to carry the people to the clinic. His gaze swept over Shao Linshen and his group, who were unharmed. Although there was doubt in his eyes, he did not dare to say anything. He just smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries before hurriedly getting busy.

As Xiao Yan was being lifted onto the stretcher, he stared intently at Gu Ruxin: "Come with me."

Gu Ruxin pushed her son, whom she was holding, into the middle of the soldiers, then shook her head and shrank back.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, his eyes growing even darker, but he still forced himself to endure the pain and advised:

"Gu Ruxin! Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the child in your womb."

Since Shao Jingcheng is already dead, this is his only remaining child in the world. Don't you care about this child at all?

Upon hearing this, Gu Ruxin slowly raised her head, her hand instinctively covering her stomach. She hesitated, her voice filled with bitterness:

"Yes, the child in my womb is indeed Jingcheng's. Now that you know I've married someone else, you shouldn't keep bothering me."

The soldiers nearby, seeing that their lives were hanging by a thread and they were still talking about these trivial things, were extremely anxious. They wished they could step forward and slap each of them, urging them to hurry up and get to the clinic.

Fortunately, Gu Ruxin only held on for a moment. After her young son pleaded with her, she finally relented, but she insisted on taking Shao Jingcheng's body with her.

“Now that I have married him and pledged my life to him, I must personally find him a place to rest in peace.”

As she spoke, she slowly raised her eyes, her gaze falling on Shao Jingcheng's corpse on the ground.

Her eyelashes were still stained with tear stains that had not yet dried, intertwining with the bloodstains on her cheeks, slowly sliding down and finally gathering into tiny water droplets on the tip of her chin.

"During his lifetime, we had many entanglements and grudges that were hard to explain, but now that he is gone, he deserves to be treated with dignity in death."

As his widow, all I can do for him now is to arrange his funeral and remain a widow to this day.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan was so angry that his veins bulged and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The soldiers around him were so frightened that they quickly lifted him up and took him away.

As Xiao Yan was carried past Gu Ruxin, he didn't forget to emphasize in a hoarse voice:

"Gu Ruxin, I am your husband!"

Gu Ruxin coldly replied, "You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not your previous wife."

Xiao Nianyu clutched his wound and cried weakly, "Cough cough cough, Mother, do you really not want me and Father anymore?"

We truly know we were wrong. Please come back; your father and I can't live without you.

Gu Ruxin remained silent, her expression complex and unreadable. Looking at the father and son bleeding profusely, she finally softened.

She sighed softly, picked up her son again, and, with a limp, followed the soldiers away slowly.

Inside the teahouse, seeing the farce come to an end, Shao Linshen picked up his teacup, slowly took a sip, and then called out in Gu Ruxin's direction:

“You keep saying that you are Jingcheng’s wife, but he and I are ultimately father and son.”

Remember to collect the coffin and mourning clothes from the Shao residence. Since that wretched child needs them, it will save you the trouble of procuring them yourself.