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

Chapter 463 Relying on Favor (8)

As soon as Hong Fu made this domineering move, Yan Zhen immediately sensed the unfriendly aura emanating from her.

Looking again at Zhao Yuan's personal guards who were quietly slipping away against the wall behind her, Yan Zhen immediately understood seven or eight parts of the situation—this girl was most likely Zhao Yuan's admirer.

Zhao Yuan deliberately had his personal guards lead the girl here, intending to use her to teach him a lesson.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen mentally crushed Zhao Yuan and stomped on him, but his face remained expressionless.

She hesitated for three seconds, then her eyelids drooped, and a string of tears streamed down her face: "I... I am Tan Junzhuo, and I am a concubine of the Great Liang."

Hong Fu was taken aback: "Tan Junzhuo? What are you doing here?"

While weeping, Yan Zhen said, "Da Liang sent me to Bei Jue for a marriage alliance. When we passed through Tingzhou, the King of Zhao kidnapped me and forced me to be his slave. He made me serve him tea and water, wash his feet and dress him."

At this point, Yan Zhen suddenly reached out and grabbed Hong Fu's hem: "Miss, could you please save me for the sake of us being women? I miss my mother, I miss my brother, and I want to go back to Daliang."

After saying that, she began to sob softly.

When Hong Fu learned that she had been forced into the manor as a slave, and saw her disheveled appearance, she immediately imagined how Zhao Yuan had humiliated her, and her sense of justice surged.

She pulled Yan Zhen up: "Zhao Yuan has gone too far! Although I hate the Liang royal family, a general should not kill the old, weak, women and children. I will never allow him to bully you like this!"

Yan Zhen's eyes lit up, and he gripped Hong Fu's hand tightly as if grasping at a lifeline: "You're willing to save me, young lady?"

Hong Fu nodded: "I'll go talk to Zhao Yuan right away and ask him to let you go."

After she finished speaking, she went to find Zhao Yuan.

Yan Zhen quickly grabbed her, intending to stop her, but accidentally touched a raised bump on the back of her hand, causing her to pause slightly.

Hongfu was pulled back by her: "What's wrong?"

Yan Zhen held her hand and touched the lump: "A ganglion cyst?"

Hong Fu frowned: "What?"

"What you have is called a ganglion cyst. When it flares up, it causes swelling, pain, and tenderness." Yan Zhen glanced at the long sword at her waist. "It also restricts your sword practice, right?"

Hong Fu was taken aback: "You know medicine?"

"I've learned a little bit," Yan Zhen said softly. "Have you had a doctor examine you?"

“I’ve seen it.” Hong Fu’s brows furrowed even deeper. “The doctor said it’s not a big problem. Every time I press the lump, it breaks open, but that only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. It recurs in less than a month or two.”

"Hmm." Yan Zhen shook his head. "That's not right. Ganglion cysts are indeed not a fatal disease, but for you martial artists, if they flare up during a fight and cause pain and weakness, even the slightest mistake can be fatal."

These words struck a chord with Hong Fu. She slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "That's exactly what I told the doctor! But he said there was no other way, this was the only treatment. God knows how much pain I felt every day when I practiced swordsmanship!"

Yan Zhen blinked: "I have a way to cure it completely, would you like to try it?"

Hong Fu immediately asked, "What method?"

Yan Zhen gently traced a line on her cyst with her slender fingers: "Cut open the skin, remove the cyst, and then treat it with oral medication, and it will not recur."

Hong Fu felt a sweet warmth in her heart at her gesture.

She withdrew her hand, looking a little awkward: "Really?"

"Yes," Yan Zhen emphasized softly, "but it will be very painful when the cyst is removed."

“I’m not afraid of pain at all,” Hong Fu said decisively. “You take it out for me.”

"it is good."

In the front yard, after discussing official business with his subordinates, Zhao Yuan called over his personal guards and asked in a low voice, "How's it going in the back yard? Has a fight broken out?"

"I didn't hear anything," the guard said. "But just now, Miss Hongfu had someone take some things inside..."

Zhao Yuan's eyes lit up. Imagining Tan Junzhuo being scolded by Hong Fu and crying loudly, he couldn't wait to ask, "What is it?"

"Candlesticks, gauze, needles and thread, a small knife... and it had to be a particularly sharp knife."

Zhao Yuan was taken aback.

The things Hong Fu wants sound like she wants to dissect Tan Junzhuo.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan couldn't sit still any longer and quickly got up and went to the backyard.

When he returned to the backyard, the door to the west wing was closed, the steward was standing guard outside, and several servants who were serving in the backyard were peering through the window of the west wing, squinting into it.

Tan Junzhuo and Hong Fu were nowhere to be seen.

"Where are they?" Zhao Yuan asked hurriedly.

The steward pointed to the west wing: "It's inside."

Zhao Yuan made a move to go inside.

The steward quickly stopped him: "My lord, Miss Hongfu instructed that no one is allowed to knock on the door or disturb us without her permission..."

Zhao Yuan was anxious, fearing that Hong Fu might really dismember Tan Junzhuo if she became ruthless, so he pushed aside the steward and tried to force his way in.

At that moment, the door to the side room opened.

A maidservant came out carrying a basin of water that had been stained pale red with blood.

Zhao Yuan: "..."

He disregarded everything else and kicked the door open wide.

When Zhao Yuan saw Hong Fu lying on the bed, and Yan Zhen sitting beside her, bandaging her wrist and whispering something to her, he was stunned.

What happened to the promised live dissection?

Hearing the noise, Hong Fu immediately sat up.

Upon seeing that the person who came was Zhao Yuan, Yan Zhen, who was standing next to him, bit her lower lip and showed a look of fear.

Hong Fu raised her hand to shield the person behind her: "Zhao Yuan, don't go too far!"

Zhao Yuan: "?"

"Although Miss Tan is a member of the royal family, she is kind-hearted by nature, and I will never allow you to bully her!"

Zhao Yuan: "...When have I ever bullied her?"

"Stop making excuses! Have you forgotten what your master said? A general does not kill the old, weak, women, and children! It is the men of Liang who should die, not a princess who is powerless to even kill a chicken!"

Zhao Yuan: "..."

He looked at Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen hid behind Hong Fu and blinked innocently at him.

Zhao Yuan laughed in anger.

After leaving the west wing, Hong Fu insisted on sending Yan Zhen back to Daliang.

Zhao Yuan pulled her aside and patiently explained the pros and cons, proving that releasing the people would be detrimental to them, which finally made Hong Fu give up the idea.

But then she suggested that Yan Zhen be taken to her place.

Zhao Yuan almost questioned the meaning of life.

Did this woman cast a spell on Hong Fu?

The man who usually becomes mean and barbaric whenever he sees a woman by his side is now protecting Tan Junzhuo in every way!

"No! I need her," Zhao Yuan refused. "Besides, this woman is cunning, and your place isn't as heavily guarded as the Prince's mansion. What if she escapes from your control?"

"No, Miss Tan isn't that kind of person!"

Zhao Yuan: "..."

Finally, he reluctantly parted with a rare sword that Hong Fu had asked him for several times, and vowed never to bully Yan Zhen again before Hong Fu left.

After dismissing Hong Fu, Zhao Yuan looked at Yan Zhen, who was packing up surgical instruments, and sneered, "Tan Junzhuo, I really underestimated you."