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

Chapter 162 Canglan Ferry (32)

Pei Ji's pupils contracted slightly.

He stared intently at the woman with snow-white skin and black hair on his body, her slender and supple waist, her long, white neck, and her waist-length hair that swayed like ripples with her movements...

He was so shocked that he didn't even know how to react.

Until Yan Zhen took the initiative to hold his hand and intertwined their fingers.

……

Yan Zhen's performance didn't last long. She was distracted by the movements outside the window and only stopped when she confirmed that the assassins searching outside the door had left the bamboo garden after pausing for a moment.

The performance had stopped, but Pei Ji still held her hand tightly, so tightly that her fingers ached.

Yan Zhen looked down and saw that the person she was pressing down on was so red that he was almost bleeding, and his chest was rising and falling—even though he was trying his best to suppress it, he still couldn't stop his heavy breathing.

Yan Zhen frowned slightly, pulled her hand away from his fingertips, and got up to get off him.

But as soon as she moved, she immediately felt the strangeness beneath her. She subconsciously looked down there, and the next moment, Pei Ji reached out and grabbed her chin.

"...Don't look."

Yan Zhen: "..."

The atmosphere was strange. The two remained silent for a while before Yan Zhen suddenly chuckled softly.

She pried Pei Ji's hand away, lowered her head, and openly swept her eyes over him, teasingly saying, "Young man, you've got quite the energy. Even injured like this, you still have the mind to think about other things."

Pei Ji: "………………"

As soon as Yan Zhen rolled over, Pei Ji quickly turned to face away from her, arching his body like a cooked shrimp.

Yan Zhen ignored his awkward little thoughts, opened the window a crack, cautiously observed the bamboo garden, and only after confirming that those people had left did she close the doors and windows tightly, and took out her medicine box to treat Pei Ji's wounds.

When she carried the medicine box to the side of the chaise longue, Pei Ji was still in a withdrawn posture, motionless.

"Get up, I'll apply the medicine for you."

Pei Ji said in a muffled voice, "I'll do it myself, you go to sleep first."

Yan Zhen guessed that his impulsiveness hadn't subsided yet, and not wanting her to see another embarrassing scene, she considerately asked, "How about I go out for a while?"

Make room for him to resolve the issue.

Pei Ji retorted angrily, "It's none of your business!"

Got it!

He got angry again.

If I keep going, I'll probably lose my temper and start yelling again.

Yan Zhen put down the medicine box: "Okay, call me if you need any help."

She wisely returned to bed and lowered the bed curtains.

Half a day later, the sound of Pei Ji rustling as he took off his clothes and changed his dressing could be heard from the other side.

After treating the wound, Pei Ji opened the window, and the stench of blood quickly dissipated.

Yan Zhen felt at ease and fell asleep.

The next day, Yan Zhen woke up very early. When she lifted the bed curtains, Pei Ji was tidying up the bedding on the floor. Hearing the noise, he quickly looked up at her, then quickly looked away and casually rolled up the quilt and stuffed it into the closet.

He was clearly still embarrassed about what happened last night. Yan Zhen didn't care about that and asked in a low voice, "What did you find out last night?"

She had wanted to ask last night: how exactly was the case of the missing young girl related to the Yan family? This might be the key to bringing down the Yan family and killing Yan Jinhe without any worries.

Pei Ji saw through her thoughts and said, "There is a manor thirty miles outside the city, ostensibly a dye house. Last night, the Yan family brought people into the manor, and I followed them in. The girls who have been missing for the past few years are all locked up inside. My preliminary judgment is that the Yan family captured these girls to use as sexual bribes to officials in the court."

Yan Zhen was slightly taken aback: "Are you sure it was the Yan family who did it?"

“They did it, but…” He hesitated for a moment, seemingly struggling with whether he should continue telling Yan Zhen.

The more you know about these things, the greater the risk.

"But what?" Yan Zhen asked. "Explain yourself, and I won't leak it."

Pei Ji pursed his lips and said, "This matter is not as simple as just winning over officials on the surface; it also involves factional strife."

A battle for the throne!!!

The current emperor is over fifty years old, and the crown prince is the eldest son of the legitimate wife, having been granted the title since birth. However, in recent years, the Prince of Yan's power in the court has grown increasingly stronger.

Yan Zhen thought about it for a moment and then he knew what was going on.

The Yan family was paving the way for the Prince of Yan to seize the throne. They kidnapped young girls to bribe officials, firstly to win people's hearts, and secondly because the Great Sheng Dynasty did not allow officials to patronize prostitutes. Once these people got on the pirate ship, the Yan family would have leverage over them and would have no choice but to use them.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen became excited: "How much evidence do you have?"

As long as the report is successful, even without her lifting a finger, the Crown Prince's faction will not let the Yan family off the hook.

The Yan family faces either beheading or exile for serious crimes.

At this point, Pei Ji's expression became even more solemn: "There is evidence, but it is insufficient, and it would be difficult to report it to His Majesty."

He was merely a sixth-rank official in the capital, forbidden from entering the palace without a summons, and not even qualified to attend the morning court session to meet the emperor.

Memorials submitted through official channels had to go through layers of screening. The Yan family had many eyes and ears in the imperial court. It was likely that before the memorial even reached the emperor's desk, he would have already been exposed and killed by assassins kept by the Yan family.

As a first-rank Grand Tutor, and with the support of the Prince of Yan's faction, he could practically control everything in the court.

Yan Zhen fell into deep thought. This was indeed a thorny problem, but it wasn't without a solution—bring in a minister who could rival the Grand Tutor and have him uncover the secret.

Yan Zhen was unfamiliar with the distribution of power among officials in the Dasheng Dynasty. After figuring it out, he was about to discuss it with Pei Ji when he turned around and saw Pei Ji facing away from him, struggling to put on his official robes.

He had several injuries, and the wounds were poorly treated. Some of the gauze was already bleeding. Because of the pain, he dressed very slowly, and his furrowed brows showed his obvious suffering.

Seeing this, Yan Zhen walked over and said, "Your wound needs to be treated again..."

Before she could finish speaking, Pei Ji shrank back like a startled rabbit, avoiding her outstretched hand.

His reaction was too strong. When he came to his senses, Yan Zhen had no expression. He didn't know what he had imagined, but he was embarrassed again. His earlobes and neck quickly turned red.

Yan Zhen met his bewildered gaze, feeling both helpless and amused: "What are you embarrassed about? I'm a woman and I don't mind, but you, a grown man, are acting all coy?"

Pei Ji stammered for a moment, then said stiffly, "Anyway, you can't touch it again... Ouch!"

Without saying a word, Yan Zhen grabbed the half-dressed man, pressed him down on the stool, took out the first-aid kit, and began to clean and apply medicine to his wounds again.

Pei Ji was so embarrassed he wanted to dig a hole and disappear. His resistance was written all over his face as he gripped his clothes tightly to prevent her from taking them off: "I told you it's nothing..."

"Are you ever going to stop?!" Yan Zhen said impatiently. "I already saw what I should and shouldn't have seen in Canglan Valley."

These words seemed to press the pause button on Pei Ji. He stared at Yan Zhen in disbelief, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"So? Are you going to take this charade for real?"