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“Snap—”
The officer’s whip suddenly lost its aim and struck the ground with a loud crack. Before he could even react to what had happened, a sharp pain shot through his forehead.
In an instant, he collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing uncontrollably.
“Mother!”
“Liangqin!”
“Madam!”
Several people around shouted in alarm and rushed toward Li Zhenyi.
Sheng Nanxi swiftly used her sleeve as cover, pressing her small hand onto a few acupuncture points on the Qin Princess Consort’s hand. Taking advantage of Sheng Yichen’s cover, she discreetly slipped a pill into the consort’s mouth.
Moments later, the Qin Princess Consort slowly regained consciousness.
She vaguely sensed that the thing her youngest daughter had just fed her was somewhat miraculous—it seemed to ease the long-term blockages in her meridians.
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. Seeing more officers approaching with grim expressions to check the situation, Li Zhenyi quickly steadied herself and forced herself to stand.
“Liangqin, Liangqin, do you still feel unwell?”
Sheng Nanxi looked up at the Qin Princess Consort, her tone filled with concern.
“No, Mother is fine now.”
Li Zhenyi’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she gently pinched Sheng Nanxi’s chubby cheeks.
“Mother… Mother was just thinking about your father… But I’m fine now. From now on, I won’t let you worry anymore.”
She would no longer let the emotions stirred by the Southern Qi royal family affect her health or needlessly burden her children.
Because those treacherous scoundrels weren’t worth it!
Now that she had calmed down, Li Zhenyi saw things much more clearly.
If she, as a mother, kept drowning in sorrow, she would only hold her children back.
The road ahead was fraught with peril. She had to be strong, protect her children, and wait for the day they reunited with her husband and Lao Wu.
No matter how treacherous the path, as long as they stood together as a family, they could carve out a way forward!
For the first time in days, Li Zhenyi’s previously dull eyes shone with determination. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders, making her steps noticeably lighter.
As the family continued walking, the officers began to panic.
“A’Gui! A’Gui! Wake up!”
“What happened? How did he suddenly have a stroke? Wasn’t he in perfect health?”
“Did the cold get to him?”
The soldiers frantically surrounded their fallen comrade, trying everything to wake him, but to no avail.
The squad leader who arrived moments later was just as baffled. He had no choice but to order the unconscious soldier to be carried away for treatment.
Sheng Nanxi cast a sideways glance at the fallen soldier, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.
These common soldiers had no idea what had truly happened, but she saw everything clearly.
At the exact moment that soldier raised his whip to strike her mother, a small stone had shot in from afar at an incredible speed.
Not only did it knock the whip off course, but it also adjusted its trajectory midair with pinpoint precision, striking the soldier right in the forehead!
Based on the physics theories she had learned in her past life, this phenomenon was completely unexplainable.
Was this the legendary power of high-level martial arts?!
And who was the mysterious person who had saved her mother?!
It seemed that Sheng Nanxi’s transmigration had altered the original novel’s plot, creating this unexpected twist where her mother fainted and was rescued by a hidden expert.
She lay on her third brother’s back, lifting her small head to scan her surroundings.
Under the gray, snow-filled sky, all she could see were the solemn soldiers and tightly shut doors.
No suspicious figures in sight…
The procession continued through the streets, and Sheng Nanxi withdrew her gaze.
The eunuch’s sharp voice droned on, repeating the crimes of Prince Qin and his subordinates over and over. Although her grandmother, mother, and brothers no longer showed much emotion on their faces, Sheng Nanxi could still sense their suppressed grief.
But right now, she was actually in quite a good mood.
According to the novel’s storyline, the capital would suffer from consecutive natural disasters over the next few months, making it an uninhabitable place.
Leaving now was actually the best timing.
As for that little emperor and the corrupt officials who sat in power without caring for the people, they had better hope they died peacefully on the way.
Otherwise, once she regained her abilities, she would make them experience a fate worse than death!
Resting her chubby little chin on Sheng Yichen’s shoulder, Sheng Nanxi narrowed her eyes and smacked her lips thoughtfully.
Their departure from the capital was already grand, with thousands of imperial guards and eunuchs escorting them.
But something still felt missing…
Even Disneyland sends off tourists with a grand fireworks show.
She, the great post-apocalyptic overlord Sheng Nanxi, came from a family of extraordinary talents, each standing out in their own way.
Their entire family leaving the capital had even prompted the court officials to start preparing a month in advance.
With that level of attention—shouldn’t they… burn down the imperial palace for some extra excitement?!
Sheng Nanxi’s big, sparkling eyes immediately started scanning her surroundings.
The exile procession was now on its third lap around the city, passing through a somewhat dilapidated alleyway.
She tilted her head back and could just make out the edge of a palace rooftop in the distance.
When she had raided the palace earlier, she had passed through that area—it was an abandoned cold palace. If she started a fire there, it wouldn’t be discovered and put out too soon.
Taking advantage of her spatial abilities, she discreetly piled up firewood doused in oil, all gathered from ransacking various noble estates, in a corner of the cold palace.
Still feeling it wasn’t dramatic enough, she added several boxes of fireworks and firecrackers into the mix.
Then she carefully set up an extra-long fuse to ensure the fire wouldn’t ignite until they were well away…
After finishing all this, Sheng Nanxi’s delicate little face was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Using her sleeve to cover herself, she secretly swallowed a few pills to restore some of her energy.
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The exile procession continued its slow march toward the city gates.
No one noticed that in the shadows of a distant building, two figures emerged—one tall, one short.
The shorter one had his hair tied high with a jade crown, his posture as upright as a pine tree. He held a black oil-paper umbrella with golden embroidery.
His jade-like skin, contrasted against his deep purple fur cloak, looked even more fair and flawless.
The cold wind painted a faint rosy hue on his slightly chubby cheeks, making his otherworldly beauty seem almost… human.
Behind him, the taller man shifted uncomfortably.
Scratching his head, he hesitated for a long time before finally stammering out:
“Master, why… why did you save the Qin Princess Consort?”