Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 62

This time, he had only brought a dozen guards with him. Yet the enemy came in wave after wave, figures slipping out of the forest one after another—every single one of them highly skilled.

The situation looked grim.

If Gucheng were here—

Helian Zijun suddenly snapped back to his senses.

Gucheng had been deliberately lured away.

A classic stratagem—lure the tiger from the mountain, strike east to attack west (t/n: a common Chinese military ruse). They’d been tricked!

“Zijun-gege, what’s going on… is it dangerous?”

Ruan Tang’s small hand clutched at Helian Zijun’s sleeve, worry glimmering in her peach blossom eyes.

Helian Zijun, as if steeling himself, pressed a dagger into her hand.

“Tangtang, they’re after me.”

The black-clad assassins wielded the curved sabers of Haixi Kingdom and used Haixi fighting techniques. Most likely, someone wanted to take advantage of his diplomatic mission abroad—kill him and seize the position of crown prince.

“I’ll go draw their attention. You run south—you should meet your guards there.”

Before Ruan Tang even had time to react, Helian Zijun bent swiftly, pressing a fleeting kiss against her lips.

“I’m sorry for dragging you into danger. Take care.”

With that, he leapt from the carriage without hesitation and shouted at the assassins.

“Hey! Stop—it’s me you’re after!”

The guards cried out anxiously: “Your Highness! It’s too dangerous!”

The assassins all raised their blades, surging toward Helian Zijun.

The golden-haired, blue-eyed young prince, clad in fine silks and utterly unarmed, stood there like a living target.

Cold steel gleamed as countless blades arced toward him—

Suddenly, a soft, delicate figure leapt from the carriage behind him.

She was like a carved jade doll, dressed in a light pink gauze gown, descending like a sprite from the heavens.

The girl hurled a round object into the crowd.

It exploded with a puff—pink smoke billowed out, instantly blinding the assassins.

Then she seized the young prince’s hand and ran.

By the time the smoke cleared, the two had already disappeared far into the distance.

The assassins cursed viciously.

“After them!!!”

…

At first, it was Ruan Tang dragging Helian Zijun forward. But after only a few steps, her stamina gave out, and it became Helian Zijun pulling her instead.

As he ran, he glanced back—

The dark mass of pursuers was closing in behind them, enough to make one’s scalp go numb.

If he let go now, if Ruan Tang fell into their hands—

Helian Zijun refused even to imagine it.

Agitated, furious, guilt-ridden, his voice trembled as he shouted:

“Are you stupid?! I told you to run! Why did you come back to save me!!”

If Ruan Tang were to get hurt because of him… he would never forgive himself, not even in hell.

Panting, her voice soft between gasps, Ruan Tang answered:

“But… I don’t want… Zijun-gege to get hurt…”

Helian Zijun’s eyes reddened fiercely. He squeezed her small hand even tighter—so tight it was as if he would never let go for the rest of his life.

They reached the edge of a cliff. Below raged a torrent of water.

Helian Zijun shut his eyes briefly in despair, his voice hoarse, eyes rimmed red.

“Tangtang… I’m sorry…”

Ruan Tang wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Don’t be afraid, Zijun-gege. It’ll be fine.”

Her certainty came from the system’s voice in her mind.

【Don’t worry, Tangtang! In novels, cliffs never kill people! Plus—you’ve got the heroine’s halo! Don’t chicken out—just jump!】

Cliffs were almost always plot devices to push the male and female leads closer together.

How could you not jump?

Helian Zijun, of course, knew none of this. He thought Ruan Tang was simply willing to die alongside him.

His chest swelled, nearly bursting from the flood of emotions.

“Tangtang, I’ll protect you. I always keep my word.”

With that, he pulled the delicate girl into his arms, shielding her tightly.

And just as the pursuers arrived—he leapt with her off the cliff.

The assassins watched the two figures vanish into the abyss. They rushed to the edge, peering down at the torrent below, but saw no trace of them.

The leader of the black-clad men curved his lips in satisfaction.

“Mission complete. Time to report back to the Second Prince.”

“What Second Prince? You should say Crown Prince now.”

“Hahaha!”

…

Meanwhile, Gucheng caught up with the masked assassin.

He pressed his blade against the man’s neck, his voice like ice.

“Who are you? Who sent you? Who is your target?”

The masked man laughed mockingly.

“What’s the point of chasing me? You should go back and check—your house has been robbed! Hahaha—”

Before Gucheng could react, the man bit through his tongue and died.

Gucheng’s expression darkened.

A disposable pawn. The entire purpose had been to lure him—the most skilled fighter—away, so they could strike Helian Zijun while defenseless.

He turned and sprinted back immediately.

“Miss, please be safe—”

He prayed desperately in his heart as he ran.

But when he returned to camp, what he found was only chaos. Injured guards sat on the ground, bandaging their wounds.

At least the carriage appeared intact, with no signs of attack.

Gucheng rushed forward, tearing open the carriage curtain.

“Miss—”

Inside, it was empty.

His pupils contracted sharply. He seized a nearby guard, demanding in a harsh voice:

“Where is my lady?!”

The guard, his face bloodied and his voice hoarse, answered wearily:

“Miss Ruan saved our prince, and ran off with him. The other guards have already gone after them.”

At those words, Gucheng’s face turned stormy, his eyes dark as thunderclouds.

“Which way?”

The guard pointed.

Gucheng dropped him and rushed in that direction—

Only to run straight into several guards wearing expressions of grief. His heart sank like a stone.

“Did you find them?”

One guard’s hand shook as he lifted a torn scrap of pink gauze.

“His Highness and Miss Ruan… fell off the cliff…”

Just a few words, but they pressed against Gucheng’s chest like a crushing boulder.

His ears roared, a deafening buzz drowning everything else.

…

In a study elsewhere, the cool, refined prince sat with a book in hand—but couldn’t read a single word. His irritation was unbearable.

They couldn’t have gone far.

They would be caught.

Luo Qingli told himself this again and again. But the image of Ruan Tang’s smiling face lingered, refusing to fade.

What was she doing now? Who was at her side?

If she dared grow close to another man, he would lock her away—never letting her step foot outside the prince’s manor again.

“Your Highness! Your Highness—”

A guard he’d sent to investigate rushed in, flustered and pale, forgetting all formality.

A foreboding dread twisted in Luo Qingli’s chest.

“What is it?”

“My lord, the princess consort, she… she…”

Luo Qingli’s slender pale fingers gripped the book so tightly the pages nearly tore.

“Say it! What happened to her?!”

“The consort was ambushed… she and the Haixi crown prince fell from a cliff together…”