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Chen Yanyan felt waves of pain in her head and realized that someone was moving her body.
“Mommy, wuwuwu, wake up, Mommy can’t leave us…” a tender voice.
“Sister, sister, you can’t die…” a slightly older boy’s voice.
Chen Yanyan opened her eyes and found herself lying on the ground, being shaken by a three or four-year-old boy and an eight or nine-year-old young lad, both in ancient attire, one with a towering braid and the other with a topknot, their tear-streaked faces dirty.
She was dazed.
The little boy, seeing her open her eyes, broke into a relieved smile, making his teeth seem whiter and his eyes brighter, and exclaimed, “Mommy is awake, that’s great.”
Then, he stood up, knelt before a nobleman on a tall horse, and kowtowed, saying, “Thank you, sir, for saving my mommy. Our family will always remember your great kindness.” His words were clear and crisp.
Chen Yanyan then noticed not only a few onlookers standing around but also several people sitting on the ground, groaning loudly. About five or six meters away, there were several men on horseback, all dressed in ancient costumes.
Could she possibly be on a TV drama set?
Among the men on horseback, one riding a white horse seemed to be the master. The little boy had just kowtowed to him.
This man was extraordinarily handsome and imposing. However, he exuded an icy coldness, his eyes like two blocks of ice causing a chill wherever they landed.
Assisted by the young lad, Chen Yanyan struggled to sit up and blankly gazed at the proud man. She felt her mouth filling with saliva, wanting to swallow but finding her tongue stiff and uncooperative, the saliva trickling down her chin. Before she could lift her hand to wipe it, the young lad next to her quickly used his sleeve to clean her up, as if it were a routine for him.
The nobleman first glanced at the little boy who had kowtowed to him, then at Chen Yanyan. Seeing her vacant stare and the drool-like silver threads, he furrowed his brow. If he hadn’t realized she was mentally disabled, he would have whipped her nearly to death.
He detested women looking at him with such eyes.
He averted his gaze and turned to the several beaten-up individuals. They were sitting haphazardly on the ground, moaning. One round man, though dressed in fine clothes, had them torn and was the most severely beaten, crying out the loudest. As soon as he caught sight of the two icy glints, he trembled in fear.
The nobleman pointed at the round man with his finger and coldly declared, “If you dare to oppress innocent people again, I’ll take your dog’s life.” He then instructed his subordinate, “Take my note to the magistrate’s office, tell Ding Hong that I’ve taught Ding Dashao a lesson. If Ding Hong doesn’t tighten control over his family members, the next time I see him, I’ll discipline them again.”
The men were terrified, kowtowing profusely, pleading, “Sir, spare us, we won’t dare anymore, we won’t dare.”
The nobleman snorted and rode off with his entourage.
As soon as the nobleman had disappeared, the men got up and limped away, supporting each other.
Onlookers commented, “Heaven has eyes. Finally, someone has dealt with that second-generation master.”
“Satisfying! Ding Dashao relies on being the son of the magistrate, bullying and oppressing others without restraint.”
“Who is that nobleman who dared to provoke even the magistrate?”
“I don’t know. He’s definitely not from our Sanqing County. Judging by his momentum, he’s either an official from the prefectural capital or the provincial capital, or perhaps even from the capital city.”
Another kind-hearted person advised the little boy, “You’d better go back now. Your mother isn’t in her right mind, so try to take her out as little as possible in the future. Today was lucky—you encountered a nobleman who dared to deal with Ding Dashao. Otherwise, your mother would have suffered.”
The little boy bowed to the surrounding people and said, “I understand. Thank you, uncles and aunts, for your help.”
The onlookers gradually dispersed.
The little boy walked over and patted Chen Yanyan’s back with his small hand, trying to comfort her. He said, “Mommy, everything’s fine now. Let’s go find my grandma.”
It was at that moment that Chen Yanyan truly came to her senses. The last moment felt like a serious car accident, with her car’s front crushed under a truck, her head jammed in a narrow space, and her limbs and body likely contorted or trapped in a heap.
But at this moment, her limbs were intact, and the scene was an ancient street she had never seen before, with houses built of blue bricks and black tiles, projecting attics. Pedestrians continuously passed by, some carrying loads, others carrying baskets, driving ox carts, or riding donkeys, with a few horse-drawn carriages. There were teahouses, taverns, and pawn shops on both sides of the street, and open spaces with umbrella-covered vendors calling out their goods…
As far as the eye could see, the entire street was like this, not just a small set, and there were no cameras.
Chen Yanyan, who often read time-travel novels, was now certain that she had hit the jackpot and time-traveled. However, her mind was blank, devoid of any memory from this life.
Judging from the fact that the little boy called her “Mommy,” she not only became a married woman in this life but had also become a mother. But someone had said her mind wasn’t clear, and she couldn’t control her saliva. The original owner was most likely truly mentally disabled.
It should have been a “hero to the rescue” moment, with her as the suffering female lead. However, the plot did not develop as some scripts might suggest, with the hero and the beauty falling in love at first sight. Instead, she was a fool, and the hero was a proud deity, a cloud. Even if they met, it was but a moment, with no chance of meeting again.
She tried to speak, but her throat tightened, her tongue clumsy. “Wawa” escaped her lips, and she felt saliva flowing out.
The little boy used his thin little hand to wipe her mouth and then wiped it on his own clothes. He said, “Mommy, don’t be scared. The bad people have been driven away.”
The older boy added, “Just now, a few uncles beat those bad people and saved sister.”
The two boys tried to help her up, and Chen Yanyan also attempted to stand, but the three of them, despite exerting all their strength, couldn’t get her on her feet.
At that moment, a woman nearing forty hurried over. She rushed to Chen Yanyan’s side, clutching her and anxiously said, “A’Feng, how did I lose sight of you three?”
The little boy, feeling embarrassed, said, “Grandma, I and my little uncle followed my mom and ended up coming here. We even encountered a few bad people, but thankfully some kind-hearted uncles saved us.”
The middle-aged woman became even more fearful and asked Chen Yanyan, “A’Feng, tell Mom, are you okay?”
Chen Yanyan, or rather, Chen Feng, struggled to raise her arm to touch her head and said, “Head… hurts,” her voice sounding like a broken gong.
Not only was the original owner mentally unclear, but her movements and speech were also clumsy, and even moving her eyes took some effort.
Mrs. Wang felt the back of Chen Feng’s head and found a small bump the size of a finger. Seeing no blood, just a small bump, she felt relieved. She said, “A’Feng, be good. Mom will massage your head when we get home.” Her tone was like soothing a child. Then, she helped Chen Feng up.