Chapter 122: Chapter 118: Transmigrator

What the hell, Shen Jingxian directly ordered someone to take Mu Yuan away.

Looking very much like a heartless jerk after a fling.

As Mu Yuan left, he dropped off an antidote, which would wake anyone who fainted by letting them smell it; they’d be awake within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn out.

Shen Jingxian handed the antidote to the Hidden Guards to detoxify them, while she herself sat back down and began reading the letter sent by Wen Ranchen.

This era is such an inconvenience, Wen Ranchen has been gone for more than half a month, and it’s only now she’s receiving his first letter.

Along with the letter came a dried flower, which Shen Jingxian had never seen in the Capital. Its slender petals were like ice flakes, cool and transparent to the touch, seemingly fragile but not like a cicada’s wings; rather, they were more like glass. Its stamens were light yellow, with some pollen still lingering on them.

Wen Ranchen wrote in the letter that this flower is a unique variety from Beining County, called the Ice Flower, with a rich, clear fragrance. If you place one in the room, the entire room will be filled with a sweet aroma.

“I hope the scent can embrace Your Highness on my behalf,”

Whoosh, Shen Jingxian blushed.

She’s not some innocent young girl; she had dated a few times before her transmigration, but back then, love had too much of a utilitarian nature. People prioritized whether their family backgrounds matched rather than whether there was love.

There was a saying back then: even if I’m forty years old, I would still blush and my heart would race for a crush from my school days.

Wen Ranchen gave Shen Jingxian that kind of feeling.

He’s so pure.

No matter how he was portrayed in the original story, at least now Shen Jingxian could feel his sincere affection towards her.

Gotta say, the kid she raised did inherit her cheesy pick-up lines excellently.

Shen Jingxian quickly regained her composure, put the letter away, and asked the Hidden Guards to find a vase for the flower.

The Hidden Guards exchanged looks: Your Highness, are we really supposed to do such things?!

Shen Jingxian shot back a look: The maids aren’t awake yet, who else if not you?

The ever-dutiful Dark One went to fetch a vase. He returned with a gem-encrusted vase that shimmered with the light of wealth, perfect for holding the flower with its transparent petals.

Shen Jingxian was very pleased and placed the vase on the table beside her.

Ah, it’s truly beautiful.

After Shen Jingxian had sighed for the 108th time about how beautiful it was, Pan Jiaojiao finally woke up.

The first thing she saw waking up was the Princess looking tenderly at a flower, smiling beautifully, which made her quite envious.

Though she didn’t even know why she felt jealous of a flower.

The Princess didn’t explain where that annoying man had gone, and Pan Jiaojiao didn’t ask, not even curious about why she fainted.

Pan Jiaojiao only cared about one thing, “Your Highness, watch Jiaojiao’s new dance!”

Shen Jingxian glanced over, “Sure.”

…

Another three days passed, but still no news from Song Yan. Shen Jingxian guessed she might have gone overboard with studying.

However, the Hidden Guard reported that the man brought from the Song Family and locked in the dungeon seemed somewhat deranged, incessantly mumbling things they couldn’t comprehend.

Shen Jingxian took a sip of her homemade milk tea, lifting her eyes from the book “How to Argue with Scholars,” and asked, “Oh? What has he been saying?”

“Subordinate couldn’t quite understand, vaguely it sounded like he wanted to see something, play with some brains.” Dark Five thought this person was entirely loony—who plays with brains? Not even a little.

He always thought the Hidden Guards were cold-blooded, killing machines, but compared to someone with this particular torturous fetish, they seemed too normal.

Dark Five’s account wasn’t very accurate, but Shen Jingxian understood nonetheless. He wanted to watch TV, play on the computer, clearly a modern person.

Moreover, to talk so carelessly in an unfamiliar era, this transmigrator wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

But this can’t be concluded immediately; she needed close contact to figure this person out.

“Take me to see him.”

“Yes!”

This was Shen Jingxian’s first time in the dungeon. As she approached the entrance, a strong smell of blood made her wrinkle her nose.

Seeing this, a Hidden Guard suggested, “Your Highness, the dungeon is filthy. Shall I bring the man out for you?”

Shen Jingxian shook her head, “No need.”

The worse the environment, the more it wears down one’s will, just what she needed.

Accompanied by the Hidden Guards, Shen Jingxian entered through the entrance and passed a room filled with various torture devices until she saw a person starkly contrasting with the surrounding filth.

The man was dressed in white, hair disheveled, but his face was relatively clean, hinting at a handsome young man.

He noticed the people at the door but made no movements as if resigned to his fate.

As Shen Jingxian got closer, she finally heard clearly what he was saying.

“Ignoring perfectly good games to watch female-oriented novels, huh.”

“If you’re going to use a computer, then use it; why do you have to place coffee next to it.”

“Damn, had I known, I wouldn’t have bought that glowing keyboard, way too risky.”

Shen Jingxian remained silent, listening to his “mad ramblings.”

To others around, the man’s speech wasn’t entirely incomprehensible; it was just filled with too many unheard-of terms, with illogical jumps from one sentence to the next that made it hard to grasp.

But to Shen Jingxian, everything was quite clear.

From his scattered words, she pieced together the cause of his transmigration.

His younger sister had recommended a female-oriented novel to him. After finishing and feeling unsatisfied with the ending, he planned to vent by using his computer.

With a cup of coffee set beside the computer, his cat suddenly dashed in, knocking the coffee over the keyboard. He tried to wipe it off haphazardly, and upon the keyboard short-circuiting, he landed here.

Silently comparing her own transmigrating experience, Shen Jingxian found their situation shared one similarity: both had come close to death.

Shen Jingxian didn’t know his profession, but from his earlier words, she could at least rule out him being a student.

This was also part of Shen Jingxian’s cautious approach.

Not all transmigrators would embrace each other with tears when meeting a kindred spirit.

In this world, her actions were constrained, with numerous unsolved mysteries looming over—but one thing she knew for sure, ever since she awoke into this changed world, its transformation surpassed her expectations, implying that the power she brought with her might have pushed this world to its brink.

If this world operated like a program, then she was the virus within. Initially, small bugs were easy to fix. However, as they grew to an extent the program couldn’t correct itself, an antivirus became necessary.

Shen Jingxian needed to ascertain if this person was indeed the antivirus program sent against her.

And whether the poem was merely a coincidence or deliberately crafted as part of an effort to root her out.

“What’s your name?”

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