Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

Chapter 1069: Chapter 979: Hidden Guard 2

Zhao Zhengfeng was very hungry; he hadn’t eaten anything since Wei Shuangshuang took him out of the Capital City, but he wasn’t in the mood to eat. Even though his stomach ached from hunger, he still had no appetite.

He had lost everything. It was hard to describe how he felt now—hatred, regret, an unwavering attachment to Meng Jingru, and a profound dissatisfaction mixed with complex emotions he couldn’t quite articulate.

Zhao Zhengfeng felt he was utterly alone, betrayed by his subordinates and abandoned by his father, the Emperor. He had lost everything. As for Wei Shuangshuang, who stayed by his side without abandoning him, in Zhao Zhengfeng’s eyes, she was nothing—just a tool.

Wei Shuangshuang didn’t think highly of Zhao Zhengfeng, but perhaps the brainwashing from the Hidden Guard was too strong. Her past self, Wei Shuangshuang, had a strong obsession before dying—to protect Zhao Zhengfeng at all costs.

Wei Shuangshuang had to break this obsession, so she had to keep Zhao Zhengfeng alive. But as for constantly considering Zhao Zhengfeng’s well-being, if he refused to eat, she wasn’t going to coax him like the previous Wei Shuangshuang.

Thus, when Zhao Zhengfeng said he wouldn’t eat, Wei Shuangshuang simply placed the grilled fish in front of him, leaving him to decide whether to eat it or not, and focused on eating her own grilled fish.

Zhao Zhengfeng stared vacantly into the distance, without even glancing at the grilled fish beside him. Wei Shuangshuang, having finished her meal, sat in meditation briefly to change her cultivation technique to her Martial Arts Heart Method.

This process was swift; once she had circulated her inner strength through the new technique, Wei Shuangshuang stood up and carried Zhao Zhengfeng away quickly. Wei Shuangshuang hadn’t forgotten that the Emperor’s assassins would arrive soon.

Her current skills were only at the original Wei Shuangshuang’s level, unable to defeat so many masters. At least after cultivating for ten days or half a month, her fighting power would be much greater. If she could cultivate for half a year, Wei Shuangshuang was confident no one would be her match.

Zhao Zhengfeng didn’t expect Wei Shuangshuang to carry him and run, and the posture was quite uncomfortable. Wei Shuangshuang was a tall girl; none of the girls among the Hidden Guards were short because practicing martial arts promotes growth.

Wei Shuangshuang was a standout, her height in this ancient era towering over ninety percent of the men. Her practiced martial arts gave her a well-shaped figure—full bust, slender waist, firm buttocks, and long legs.

Because she was tall, even carrying Zhao Zhengfeng, a grown man, didn’t feel cumbersome, but Wei Shuangshuang’s shoulder pressed right against Zhao Zhengfeng’s stomach, and her swift Qinggong made it even more uncomfortable for him.

Though Zhao Zhengfeng was despondent, his pampered body couldn’t endure much distress. The greatest suffering he had experienced was hunger, so he couldn’t help but frown and order Wei Shuangshuang in dissatisfaction, ”Put me down.”

Wei Shuangshuang wouldn’t heed Zhao Zhengfeng’s orders. Stopping and being surrounded by assassins meant it was she who had to risk her life, not Zhao Zhengfeng. Moreover, she couldn’t defeat those assassins now, so how could she risk her life to indulge Zhao Zhengfeng? She wasn’t the original Wei Shuangshuang.

”Master, bear with it; the Emperor will surely send assassins to kill you. If we don’t leave quickly to find a safe place, you’ll be in danger.”

Zhao Zhengfeng struggled despondently, ”Put me down, you can run for your life on your own.” He was indifferent to life and death now, and escape or not made no difference to him.

”That’s impossible. As my master’s Hidden Guard, everything is about my master’s safety. I won’t leave my master to die alone.” Wei Shuangshuang rejected Zhao Zhengfeng’s suggestion and stopped talking, ignoring Zhao Zhengfeng’s struggle and threats on her shoulder, focusing solely on rushing onward.

Unlike the Wei Shuangshuang from her past life, who fled to some remote wilderness, she took Zhao Zhengfeng to a small village and exchanged the scattered silver she had for two rough garments.

There was no choice; their previous clothing was too conspicuous. One was nightwear, practically announcing, ”I’m up to something,” and the other was so ornate that only nobility could afford it.

Wei Shuangshuang opted for men’s clothing instead of women’s. She was tall and handsome, her martial arts training giving her a solid and cold demeanor. Slightly binding her chest concealed her femininity entirely.

Wei Shuangshuang slightly adjusted her demeanor, transforming instantly from cold and tall to silent and introverted. Zhao Zhengfeng was troublesome; after being set down by Wei Shuangshuang, he returned to a despondent state, making no effort to conceal his aura, which was even more conspicuous in rustic clothing.

Wei Shuangshuang wanted to sigh; the men her past self had been interested in were like this. Wei Shuangshuang couldn’t comprehend the mindset of being so love-stricken, losing themselves without it.

However, there was an upside; Zhao Zhengfeng, in his despondency, became rather obedient, willing to go wherever she led him, doing whatever she instructed—a puppet, with no life goals, ready to drift along.

As for Zhao Zhengfeng still not eating, Wei Shuangshuang thought he hadn’t reached the point of real hunger. When he was so hungry that everything seemed like a gourmet meal, he wouldn’t be so picky.

Thus, when Wei Shuangshuang grilled the wild chicken and Zhao Zhengfeng refused to eat that night, she gladly devoured it all by herself. Martial artists have big appetites; if she didn’t eat enough, she’d have no strength.

This time, she had a small jar of salt obtained from a farmer, making the grilled chicken visually appealing, fragrant, and delicious. It would be perfect if the meat wasn’t tough. Although the wild chicken was flavorful, it tended to have less meat and be stringy.

After eating, Wei Shuangshuang cultivated her inner strength while thinking of ways to earn some money. After considering, she had only one idea—rob the rich to aid the poor.

The Zhen Family was a famous wealthy household with a reputation as a city within a city, possessing countless wealth of money and gold. However, they were unscrupulous in business, profiteering during disasters. It’s said their initial capital was amassed by selling grain at high prices during calamities.

Just that the Zhen Family was powerful and had influential backing, so few dared to cross them. But early this morning, the Zhen Family erupted in chaos, reportedly because their treasury was emptied of all its gold, silver, and jewels.

The elderly Zhen Family members cried while the women wailed. After reporting to the authorities, the men led their servants everywhere looking for the thief who stole from their home, causing quite a stir and troubling the surrounding common people significantly.

After the Zhen Family’s day of turmoil, the next day their entire household, including the servants who followed Mr. Zhen to harass the common people, was found with gleaming shaved heads. And beside Mr. Zhen’s pillow lay an ominous blood message.