Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 502 Relying on Favor (47)

Xie Ying was not angry when Yan Zhen mocked him to his face.

He remained silent for a long time, then sighed softly.

After treating his wounds, Xie Ying said, "Get some rest tonight, and we'll set off back to the palace tomorrow."

Yan Zhen frowned: "I'm not going back."

“Jun Zhuo, I will protect you. This is your only chance to turn back,” Xie Ying said. “Jingzhou has already fallen into Zhao Yuan’s hands. He will soon be at war with the Great Liang. When that happens, the fact that you and Zhao Yuan are husband and wife will be revealed, and there will be no turning back.”

“That’s not a way back, that’s a dead end,” Yan Zhen said. “If you really care about me, then let me go back to Zhao Yuan’s side.”

"You..." Xie Ying was furious, her face turning ugly. "Fine, I can't reason with you. You are a princess of Liang, and there is absolutely no reason for you to stay by the side of a rebel. This matter is not up to you to be willful!"

Just as Yan Zhen was about to retort, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him, and all his strength seemed to be drained away.

She barely managed to hold onto the table to avoid falling.

what happened?

Yan Zhen looked up and met Xie Ying's expected gaze. She remembered the bowl of medicine she had drunk two quarters of an hour ago.

"..."

Xie Ying, that bastard, actually adulterated the medicine!

Yan Zhen was furious, but at this moment his body was limp and he didn't even have the strength to retaliate.

Xie Ying bent down, picked her up, and carried her back to bed, saying, "Trust me, I won't let anything happen to you."

Yan Zhen wanted to curse, but the angrier she got, the dizzier she became.

She simply shut her mouth and closed her eyes, no longer looking at Xie Ying.

A moment later, Xie Ying turned and left.

Yan Zhen was already isolated and helpless here. He had just recovered from his illness and was also under the influence of medicine, so he had virtually no chance of escaping on his own.

She sulked for a while, then quickly came up with several solutions based on the premise of being "taken back to Daliang".

That’s it, let’s make peace with it now that it’s here.

After resting overnight, when the maid came in to serve her in the morning, Yan Zhen was completely numb—she was drugged and felt weak and unable to move. She lay flat on her back all night, her whole body stiff and numb.

When the maid helped her up, she saw that Yan Zhen's limbs were stiff and her complexion was not right. She did not dare to delay and quickly went to inform Xie Ying.

Xie Ying rushed over and saw Yan Zhen leaning against the bed, his hands and feet hanging straight down like a puppet with its strings cut, looking extremely strange.

Upon seeing her pale face, Xie Ying immediately summoned a doctor.

After taking Yan Zhen's pulse, the doctor looked embarrassed and said, "Your Highness is weak. The dosage of medicine prescribed yesterday was a bit too much for her body to handle... Lord Xie, please don't worry. I will write a prescription for the princess right away. She will recover some of her energy in less than an hour."

"Hmm." Xie Ying thought for a moment and then said, "Reduce the dosage, so there's no need to restore too much of your energy and spirit."

Yan Zhen: "..."

After the doctor left, Xie Ying picked up Yan Zhen and placed her on the armchair. He also put a pillow behind her so that she could sit more comfortably, like a puppet with its strings cut.

After doing all this, Xie Ying frowned and looked at her: "Although you weren't particularly strong before, you weren't this weak either. How exactly did Zhao Yuan treat you? Why did he raise you to this state during your three years in Tingzhou?"

Yan Zhen looked at his face so close to hers and couldn't help but hurl insults: "What does this have to do with Zhao Yuan? I'm like this all thanks to Lord Xie!"

Xie Ying: "...What does this have to do with me?"

"You only know that Tan Jinyu is weak and sickly, but you don't care at all how afraid of the cold I, your former fiancée, am. If you hadn't been so 'generous' in sending me away for a political marriage, why would I have been kidnapped by Zhao Yuan, and why would I have stayed in this godforsaken place of Tingzhou for three years?"

Why am I so weak? Because I can't adapt to the cold of Tingzhou. I spend half the year indoors and can't go out. The year before cotton was even planted, I even got chilblains on my hands and feet in the dead of winter... Isn't this all thanks to you?

"..."

Xie Ying was speechless for a long time before saying, "In that case, you should come back to Daliang with me."

"I never said I wouldn't go back!" Yan Zhen said bitterly. "Once Zhao Yuan and I conquer Daliang and storm the capital, I will be the mother of the nation, the whole world will be mine, and I can live wherever I want!"

Xie Ying: "..."

He turned and left.

Before long, the maidservant brewed the medicine and brought it in, feeding it to Yan Zhen.

After Yan Zhen finished taking her medicine, Xie Ying came in again, wrapped her in a thick cloak, and carried her out of the house.

As soon as Yan Zhen stepped outside, a biting wind rushed towards him, and he realized that it had snowed the night before, and the outside world was covered in a blanket of white.

Outside the mansion, thousands of soldiers on tall horses were ready to go. Xie Ying put Yan Zhen into the carriage and instructed the maid to take good care of her.

The carriage curtain was lowered, and Xie Ying's voice came from outside: "Let's set off."

Yan Zhen sat in the carriage, feeling weak, and could only lean on her maid's arms.

After the carriage had been traveling for nearly two hours, Yan Zhen finally felt some relief from the feeling of weakness that had drained all his strength.

Although I was still a little dizzy, I was finally able to sit up straight on my own without the help of a maid.

With a bit of strength returning, Yan Zhen reached out and lifted the carriage curtain to look outside.

Outside was a vast snowfield, and in the distance, a towering snow-capped mountain could be vaguely seen reaching into the clouds. Judging from its shape, it was the famous "Guihong Mountain" located at the border of Qingzhou and Yunzhou.

It seems her earlier guess was correct; after Xie Ying abducted her, he settled in Yunzhou, which is close to Qingzhou.

Yan Zhen lowered the carriage curtain, his mind racing.

At their current marching speed, they should be able to enter Qingzhou in half a day after rounding Guihong Mountain.

Once they enter Qingzhou, which is now within the territory of Daliang, the difficulty for either her to escape or for Zhao Yuan to rescue her will increase exponentially.

This half-day was her last chance.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen narrowed his eyes and looked at Guihong Mountain in the distance.

She recalled that when she was looking at a map with Zhao Yuan, he told her that Qingzhou and Yunzhou were bordered by Guihong Mountain. Although the two states were adjacent, they did not have close ties.

The only reason is that the journey involves passing through Guihong Mountain, and the mountain path is narrow and long. In summer, there are many wild beasts, and in winter, avalanches are common. Every winter, people passing through Guihong Mountain are buried.

The conditions that trigger an avalanche are simple: heavy snowfall over several days accumulates on the mountain, and the avalanche makes some noise as it passes down the mountain, such as by shouting loudly up the mountain.

Zhao Yuan's group of several thousand people had to split into long, narrow lines to traverse the mountain path after entering Guihong Mountain. If an avalanche were to be created, at least half of those at the front would be lost.

Although this method was so risky that it might even cost her her life, she had no choice but to try it in order to avoid being put in a passive position when she returned to Daliang.

If he were to be buried in the snow, Yan Zhen touched his head without making a sound, looking for a handy weapon to end his own life, so as not to be buried in the snow and suffocate to death.

Upon touching it, she was speechless with anger.

Before Xie Ying took her away, she was inspecting the fields outside the city. At that time, she was wearing a lot of jewelry, including four hairpins inlaid with pearls.

Now, not a single one remains, not even the pearl hairpins Fu Xue made for her are gone.

Did Xie Ying perhaps already guess that she would have the idea of ​​using the hairpin as a weapon?

This person is exceptionally meticulous.

Yan Zhen calmly lowered his hand and shifted his attention to the maid beside him.