Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Jiang Siting chose to ignore her two younger brothers' mockery. The madam and the second madam had cold eyes but were helpless.

The two brothers would mock Jiang Siting every time they met. Jiang Siting already had the power to kill them, but she chose to tolerate it.

"Old Master Wang can't live without his son," these are Jiang Siting's exact words.

In Wuyan Kingdom, filial piety is paramount, and blind obedience is rampant. Parents' words are considered as sacred as imperial edicts, and even if a daughter is to marry a chicken or a dog, she cannot disobey.

Jiang Siting's betrayal of the Wang family was already a great act of filial impiety; she could not do anything to harm Old Master Wang.

"Set off."

As soon as Old Master Wang gave the order, the Wang family's twenty-three carriages slowly started moving.

"Tingting, get in the car, stop looking."

Jiang Siting closed her eyes, then slowly opened them half a minute later, turned around and entered the carriage.

The madam and her second madam were in charge of driving the carriages, while five carriages carrying goods slowly set off behind them, followed by the armed forces that Lichunlou had hired to escort them.

Sixty swordsmen and thirty archers.

The carriage was lined with wool and had three soft, rectangular cushions.

Jiang Siting opened the curtain behind her and couldn't help but take another look at the street.

The street was bustling with people when suddenly a young man carrying a sword rode galloping from the end of the street. Jiang Siting smiled.

He came after all.

As the young man slowly approached, Jiang Siting's smile vanished.

"Miss Tingting, I've come to see you off."

The man who came was Zhu Jiangui, the son of the county magistrate. He had been secretly in love with Jiang Siting for a long time, but unfortunately, Jiang Siting never reciprocated his feelings.

Most importantly, Jiang Siting was an artist who didn't sell her body, and Lichunlou paid taxes to the county magistrate every year, receiving his protection, so no one dared to mess around.

As Zhu Jiangui arrived, a steady stream of people rode up on horseback at breakneck speed.

They were all clever; they knew Jiang Siting looked down on them, so they chose to appear last, hoping to leave behind a legendary tale of riding alone to deliver a beautiful woman, something to brag about when they drank later. But instead, a whole group showed up.

"Tingting, I've come to see you off."

A hoarse voice came from behind, and an old man with gray hair was also riding a horse at full gallop; he had also come to see Jiang Siting off.

"Yu, Yu, slow down, slow down."

The horse was running too fast, and his old bones couldn't take it anymore; he almost didn't have the strength to pull the reins.

"Mr. Chen, you're already in your sixties or seventies, so please don't bother seeing me off."

"Nonsense, I'm only sixteen or seventeen years old, why can't I send Tingting to school?"

When Old Chen opened his mouth, he only had three teeth.

That old pervert, you couldn't eat it even if I gave it to you.

Jiang Siting asked the madam to stop the car, and after getting out, she bowed to everyone.

"Thank you for your kind words, gentlemen. Please return now. We hope to meet again someday."

"Tingting, have a safe journey. I'll be waiting for you in Lvchang County."

"Tingting, I'm going to join the army. When I'm fully armored and have achieved fame and fortune, I'll come back to marry you."

"Xigou, you'd rather be cannon fodder than be married to Tingting? Are you out of your mind?"

"After I wipe out the Red Turban Army, I will definitely go and find Miss Tingting to listen to her music."

"You need help to walk, yet you're wiping out the Red Turban Army and listening to music? Aren't you ashamed?"

As the sound faded into the distance, Jiang Siting sat back in the carriage.

This is the third wave of people who have come to escort her, but that figure has still not appeared.

"None of these men can be trusted."

The madam was patiently trying to instill ideas in Jiang Siting.

"And that Zheng Qian, Tingting helped him for so many days, and not only did he not pay her, he didn't even come to deliver it today. He's heartless."

"Mother."

The sound of Jiang Siting's coquettish voice came from inside the carriage, leaving the madam feeling both helpless and heartbroken.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore. But Tingting, remember what your mother said: someone who loves you will get up and feed you medicine if you cough softly in the middle of the night; someone who doesn't love you will think you're swinging on a swing even if you're hanging yourself. You must keep your eyes open."

Twenty-eight horse-drawn carriages moved in an orderly fashion, and with the people carrying the goods, the entire procession was over a hundred meters long, forming a long dragon.

Outside the city, refugees gathered in twos and threes, all heading east to get away from the Red Turban Army's battlefield.

Suddenly, a group of hundreds of refugees appeared at the front of the procession. They walked slowly along both sides of the road, making way for the vehicles of Wang's Tea House to pass.

Everything is normal, except there are more refugees along this stretch of road.

what……

A painful scream rang out, and the group instantly descended into chaos.

"Enemy attack, prepare for battle."

The eldest son of the Wang family, riding on his horse, shouted and drew his sword, turning around to slash at the refugees on the carriage.

Thirteen of the twenty-five carriages had their ropes cut, and the goods fell to the ground with a crash, which the refugees then scrambled to seize.

They would grab whatever they could and run away with it.

The Wang family hired one hundred swordsmen, fifty archers, and eighty-three skilled fighters carrying weapons. They all attacked at once, and the refugees were quickly cut down. Occasionally, even the skilled fighters were quickly dealt with.

This attack was a hastily organized group of refugees who wanted to trade their lives for a chance to rob someone. However, they underestimated the fighting strength of the Wang family's forces, and none of them managed to escape.

"Hey, you piece of trash think you can take over my Wang family's property? You're blind as hell."

The eldest son of the Wang family spat on the body of the dead refugee, then kicked the corpse into the ditch.

“That good-for-nothing Zheng Qian disbanded Zheng Le Escort Agency and broke up Wei Hu Escort Agency, resulting in no escort agencies in the entire Lvchang County. Otherwise, we would have had to personally tie up and escort these goods.”

The second young master was also very angry. Both escort agencies in Lvchang County had ended up in Zheng Qian's hands. Otherwise, if he hired an escort agency to transport goods, the agency would compensate him three times the amount if the goods were lost. He wouldn't have to go through all that trouble to deliver the goods like he does now.

A fat man wearing a straw hat and a black cloth covering his face cast an unfriendly glance at the two of them, and then walked to the back of the group.

As the fat man passed Jiang Siting's carriage, he saw the madam and her second madam leisurely eating melon seeds.

They weren't worried at all about being robbed by refugees; it was more like they were out for a leisurely outing.

"Brother, Old Master Wang asked me to protect Miss Tingting. I hope you can keep this a secret for me."

When they reached the carriage behind Jiang Siting, the fat man handed over a string of copper coins, which the driver happily accepted, and invited the fat man to ride in the carriage with him.

"Brother, I'm too fat. The doctor told me to walk more."

The driver listened to the fat man's hoarse voice and spoke earnestly.

“You really need to walk more. You’ve gotten so fat that your voice has changed. Look at your arms, they’re thicker than my thighs.”

The fat man nodded in agreement, and the two chatted happily. The fat man successfully integrated into Jiang Siting's team and became the driver of the first carriage carrying goods.

The goods on the carriage of Wang's Tea House were quickly re-tied up, and at the command of the young master of the Wang family, the procession began to move forward again.

As the sun slowly rose higher, the sounds of insects chirping and birds singing filled the woods, but it was difficult to hear any conversation. The two-hour walk had left everyone exhausted.

Suddenly the procession in front stopped, and an arrogant voice rang out.

"This road is mine, these trees are mine, if you want to pass, leave your toll."