Kill That Transmigrator Woman - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Companionship (4)

The governor didn’t take the boy’s arrogance seriously. His uncle served in the Empress’s palace and was a favorite by her side.

In this remote backwater, it was rare for anyone from the imperial city to be sent here even once in a hundred years. So, in order to solidify his power and get his hands on a few things, he casually fabricated a connection to the Heir as his backer—no one would be able to expose the lie.

The boy in front of him might be the son of some rich merchant, but so what?

Heaven knows, earth knows—as long as he handled it secretly and cleaned up afterward, he could deceive even the heavens. Even a mighty dragon couldn’t suppress a local snake.

The governor snorted lightly, looking mockingly at this boy who didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth. “Oh? Then tell me, who are you? This official will consider whether to return your corpse to your parents.”

With that, the governor threw his head back and burst into wild laughter.

His lackeys beside him all laughed along with ridicule.

Ling Xun’s gaze turned cold. “Listen closely. This Heir’s name is Ling Xun.”

“I don’t care if you’re Ling whatever—” the man’s voice suddenly halted, his face twisting into terror as he looked toward the prefect. “M-My Lord!”

The governor also finally understood what the boy had just said. At first, he didn’t believe it, but then he recalled the youth’s consistent composure and fearlessness, and his face instantly turned ashen as he snapped, “You speak nonsense!”

Ling Xun snapped his fingers.

More than ten black-clad shadow guards appeared instantly in the dungeon.

“Tie them all up,” Ling Xun commanded in a low voice.

Cui Wanwan smiled gently. “Didn’t you say the Heir was your backer? Well, look at that—when floodwaters wash over the Dragon King’s temple, you don’t even recognize your own backer standing right in front of you, Governor?”

The governor didn’t dare utter another word. His face turned deathly pale, his obese body trembling like a sieve. He didn’t even dare lift his head a fraction. His beady little eyes darted around, clearly trying to think up a way out.

He had relied on false authority for years, daring to act with such lawlessness only because he knew that in this backwoods place, no nobles or officials would ever set foot.

The mountains were high, and the Emperor was far away—here, as the local official, he was the highest authority, the supreme power in this land.

After leaving the dungeon, those who had been unjustly imprisoned were released as well.

What surprised Cui Wanwan was that Wei Qingyu, dressed in rough linen and coarse cloth, didn’t rush up to cling to Ling Xun as she might have in her past life.

Then it occurred to her—it was likely because that so-called “big gift pack” hadn’t yet reached its activation time.

Without sufficient assurance, Wei Qingyu didn’t dare charge forward recklessly.

Ling Xun went to deal with the aftermath. With such a foolish local official in power, there were surely countless grievances and injustices in this small town.

“Second Miss Cui, how shall we handle these people?” The leader of the shadow guards came over and knelt on one knee before the twelve-year-old girl, showing great respect.

With such a prefect, one who even dared to use the name of the dignified Heir to commit acts that harmed the common people—who knew how much suffering the locals here had endured?

Cui Wanwan lifted her lashes, her tone calm: “Investigate the prefect’s lackeys. Anyone with blood on their hands—kill them along with the prefect.”

“All of them?”

“Yes. Leave none alive.”

The shadow guard leader seemed a bit surprised. The young girl in red before him had delicate and charming features, with a pair of large, clear eyes that sparkled with innocence and purity—how could someone like her talk about killing as casually as slicing radishes, without the slightest hint of fear?

“Understood.” Though he thought this in his heart, he dared not let even a trace of it show on his face.

As he turned away, the leader couldn’t help but think: The Second Miss of the Cui family would surely not be an ordinary person in the future.

So young, yet already so decisive and courageous—she was bound to accomplish great things someday.

It was said that most daughters of the Cui family would be betrothed to the royal family upon reaching marriageable age. This Second Miss Cui—who knew which prince she might be promised to in the future?

If fortune favored her, she might become the future Crown Princess—one day, even the mother of the nation.

By the time dusk fell, Ling Xun finally returned from outside.

“I’m exhausted to death, Wanwan, you wouldn’t believe it—this prefect is barely human! As a local official, he’s harmed so many innocent people just to satisfy his own selfish desires. There were even young girls in the prime of life who were…” Ling Xun suddenly paused, realizing that Wanwan was also a young girl—some things were too filthy and sordid for her ears. He didn’t want to tarnish his little childhood friend’s innocence.

Even though he didn’t say it, Cui Wanwan knew.

After all, within this body now lived someone who had experienced two lifetimes. Her heart was as clear as a mirror. Since he wished to “protect” her, she was willing to continue pretending.

Now that the foreign-world woman had appeared, and the “system” existed too—other than the timeline being a little earlier, everything else was almost exactly like the previous life. Everything was unfolding step by step as before.

But how long would this boy’s favoritism last this time?

Looking at the boy, bright and fiery like the setting sun, Cui Wanwan’s hand tightened slightly under her sleeve.

After a long moment, the Cui Wanwan who had suffered and lived through hardship in another lifetime—she ultimately still softened under the boy’s bright and pure gaze.
Ling Xun, I’m willing to trust you once more.
This time around… please don’t let me down again.

By the time everything was resolved, five days had passed.

Ling Xun wasn’t at ease leaving Cui Wanwan to stay alone in the prefect’s large residence, so he selected a few shadow guards to act as open attendants and protect her openly.

During this time, Wei Qingyu came by once—but it happened that Ling Xun wasn’t there.

With the Heir absent, the shadow guards who had followed him naturally took orders from Cui Wanwan.

Under Cui Wanwan’s orders, Wei Qingyu naturally couldn’t get in.

That Wei Qingyu was quite persistent—after being blocked a few times, she simply stayed at the gate and refused to leave, loudly proclaiming that she wanted to repay a favor and had to see her benefactor in person.

“Second Miss Cui, what should we do about this?” The shadow guard leader, Xuan Yi, kept his head lowered, his tone respectful.

“What else can we do?” Cui Wanwan curled her lips. She wasn’t born with a bodhisattva’s heart—couldn’t be a good person, and certainly wasn’t interested in being Wei Qingyu’s benefactor.

“If she doesn’t want to leave and insists on being an eyesore out there, just beat her up.”

The girl’s clear and pleasant voice, paired with her exquisitely lively appearance, saying such words—was an utterly terrifying sight for the shadow guard leader.

Xuan Yi opened his mouth to speak but hesitated. In the end, he said, “Second Miss Cui, this… may not be appropriate, no?”

“What’s not appropriate about it?” Cui Wanwan shrugged carelessly. She was just that bad.

“As you command.”

If it were that easy to chase off the transmigrated girl, she wouldn’t be Wei Qingyu. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Xuan Yi returned, face full of conflicted emotion—exactly as Cui Wanwan had expected.

“Second Miss Cui, perhaps it would be better to wait until the Heir returns before deciding? Miss Wei is only expressing gratitude—it’s not necessarily a bad thing. If we drive her away, it might not reflect well…”

Just thinking of Miss Wei’s pitiful, delicate gaze made Xuan Yi’s heart melt into a puddle.

Cui Wanwan wasn’t angry at all. She just sat there, fingers resting casually on the edge of a sandalwood table, and let out a soft laugh. “This is the most you’ve ever spoken—how full of sincerity.” The girl’s voice was gentle, but every word struck heavy on Xuan Yi’s heart.

For some reason, this twelve-year-old girl’s presence and pressure far surpassed even that of his young master, the current Heir, Ling Xun.

“But…” Cui Wanwan propped her chin up with one hand and gazed at the young man before her with interest. “Did you forget your identity?”

As a shadow guard, your duty was only to obey your master’s orders.

With Ling Xun not present, she counted as half a master. Ling Xun had made that clear long ago.

“Or,” Cui Wanwan smiled, her clear and pure expression like warm sunshine in winter, “Xuan Yi, have you fallen for Wei Qingyu?”

That sentence completely shattered the mental defenses of a shadow guard.

“Aiya,” the girl lightly exclaimed, “I guessed right?”

Cui Wanwan jumped up, her bright eyes fixed on Xuan Yi, something strange gleaming in their depths.

“How old are you now? Look about twenty-five or six. And how old is Wei Qingyu? Thirteen, maybe?” Cui Wanwan clicked her tongue twice and shook her head.

Xuan Yi was both ashamed and shocked. The young man couldn’t understand how Second Miss Cui seemed like a fortune-teller, knowing everything—and he was even more afraid she might see through his heart.

Just then, Ling Xun returned.

At his side was a familiar face—Wei Qingyu.

Most likely, when Ling Xun had just come back, he happened to run into her, and Wei Qingyu seized the chance.
With her, that kind of timing wouldn’t fail.