Traveling back to the Northern Song Dynasty: Picking up a princess as my wife

Li Zhen's figure quietly blended into the clamor of the onlookers, disappearing without a trace. Not long after, Wang Cheng, the old eunuch who was unwaveringly loyal to Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji, and whose face was etched with the marks of time, also quietly vanished in the winding funeral procession.

The people in the inn finally saw Li Zhen return, but when they saw that only the old eunuch Wang Cheng was with Li Zhen, they all began to look puzzled.

Li Zhen smiled and said to everyone, "Don't be impatient, I'll show you a magic trick in a moment."

He entered the room alone and used his mind to move the still unconscious Zhao Ji from the space to the bed. Seeing that Zhao Ji appeared normal, Li Zhen opened the door and called Mr. Badman in.

Upon entering, Bu Liang saw an elderly man with white hair and beard on the bed. Although he had never met Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji, he guessed that this was the man.

The scoundrel gently groped inside his clothes and clutched an antique porcelain bottle in his hand. The glaze on the bottle was mottled, as if it held the secrets of time.

He slowly unsealed the bottle, and in an instant, an indescribable stench silently filled the entire room, eroding every inch of air, causing people to involuntarily frown and feel a strange sense of oppression and unease.

This stench is unlike the smell of ordinary decaying matter; it carries a hint of the eerie and sinister, as if it can penetrate one's skin and reach the depths of one's soul, awakening forgotten fears and anxieties.

While enduring the stench, the bastard placed the porcelain bottle under Zhao Ji's nose and said, "This is the antidote for the fake death pill. As long as the person who is in a fake death smells it for a while, they will wake up."

As they were talking, Zhao Ji suddenly got up from the bed and vomited in front of him.

Upon seeing this, Bu Liang immediately put away the porcelain bottle; if he had smelled it any longer, he probably would have vomited.

After Zhao Ji had finished vomiting, Li Zhen handed him a towel.

"Let me wipe it off. It's the only way to get you out safely."

Zhao Ji's gaze leisurely swept down from head to toe, scrutinizing Li Zhen before him with a profound intensity. He spoke slowly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority and a hint of barely perceptible gentleness: "You are Li Zhen, the one who married Yingluo?"

Upon hearing this, Li Zhen's face lit up with a warm and sincere smile. He gracefully knelt down, his posture humble yet elegant, his eyes sparkling with reverence for his elders and anticipation for the future.

He respectfully raised his head, his voice clear and sincere: "Greetings, Father-in-law. I am Li Zhen, your son-in-law. It is my great honor to meet you today. Please take a seat, Father-in-law, and allow me to bow to you."

Upon hearing this, a warm yet solemn atmosphere seemed to fill the air. A hint of satisfaction and gratification flashed in Zhao Ji's eyes. He nodded slightly, signaling Li Zhen to stand up.

Li Zhen then called Yue Peng and the old eunuch Wang Cheng into the room: "Although we have rescued my father-in-law this time, we still need to get out of the city before the Jurchens notice us."

As he spoke, Li Zhen took out two rubber head molds from a bag and gestured for Zhao Ji and Wang Cheng to put them on. These head molds were specially ordered by Li Zhen from Taobao, specifically for situations requiring disguise.

With Li Zhen's help, the two quickly got dressed, and apart from their eyes, they were almost completely transformed. Zhao Ji dressed as a wealthy old man, while Wang Cheng was disguised as an old servant.

Mr. Bad and Yue Peng had never seen such a life-changing disguise technique before, and they couldn't help but keep looking at the two of them.

The scoundrel said, "In all my years of wandering the world, this is the first time I've ever seen such a peculiar thing. My lord is truly amazing!"

After everyone left, the group gathered at the inn had already prepared their return goods. Li Zhen and his group announced that all their goods had been sold out, and they had also purchased a batch of furs at the market to serve as their return cargo.

The group successfully exited the city gate and headed towards a sparsely populated area. After leaving the Five Kingdoms City for some distance, Li Zhen told everyone to rest for a while, and he quietly led Yue Peng to a secluded place.

Li Zhen: "Close your eyes. I'll tell you when to open them."

With a wave of his hand, Li Zhen summoned two light trucks that appeared after a flash of white light.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Yue Peng slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view were two gleaming, brand-new trucks, standing there quietly, like two steel behemoths ready to pounce.

Yue Peng felt a surge of warmth towards these familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar behemoths, after all, he had quietly mastered the skills to control them during his days in the mountain stronghold.

Li Zhen didn't say much; his figure was decisive and firm as he strode straight toward one of the trucks.

Seeing this, Yue Peng smiled knowingly. He knew that no words were needed; a tacit understanding had already been quietly established between them. So, he naturally walked to another truck, deftly opened the door, and sat steadily in the driver's seat. His movements were smooth and confident, like a natural embrace when reuniting with an old friend.

As the two light trucks drove off, they quickly arrived in front of the group.

Li Zhen rolled down the car window and shouted to everyone, "Get in the car quickly, forget about the horses and stuff, we need to get going as soon as possible."

Zhao Ji sat in the passenger seat, very curious about this new thing in front of him. He reached out and stroked the dashboard and other components, as if trying to figure out what it did.

Li Zhen smiled and said to him, "Father-in-law, everything's ready. We're going home now!"

After saying that, he stepped on the gas, and a plume of black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe as the two light trucks quickly drove onto the pipeline.

Because the road was rough and uneven, the speed was not fast, only about 40 or 50 miles per hour. Even so, it was much faster than driving a horse-drawn carriage. Pedestrians on the road all turned their attention to the two trucks, very curious about how these two metal carts could run on their own without horses.

Some timid pedestrians even shouted, "Monster! It's a monster! Everyone run!"

Before half a quarter of an hour had passed, the place where Li Zhen and his group had just rested was suddenly filled with the sound of galloping hooves. A group of Golden Feather Guard cavalrymen, dressed in golden armor, swept in like a whirlwind.

The leading Jin soldier, with his agile figure, leaped lightly from his horse. His eyes were sharp as he scanned the surroundings, and then he gave a deep order: "You all disperse immediately and search this area carefully. Do not overlook any clues or objects left behind."

As he finished speaking, the soldiers responded and scattered like cheetahs, weaving through the forest paths, leaving no inch of ground unexplored, striving to uncover any hidden secrets and traces in this brief stop.

Before long, the Jin soldiers discovered that, apart from the carriages and horses, Li Zhen and his men, along with the goods, had disappeared.

The leader of the Golden Feather Guard asked in confusion, "Why are they abandoning these carriages?"

Suddenly, a Jin soldier pointed to the tire tracks left on the ground: "Boss, look what this is?"

After observing for a long time, the Jin soldiers concluded that the Song people had switched to larger carriages, which must have been much faster and had a greater carrying capacity. In order to appease their superiors, this was the only answer they could give.