Transmigration into a Book
Inside a rented room in City A.
It was already late at night, but Shen Wenqiu had just finished working overtime to complete the new tasks assigned by the company.
"Those evil capitalists! They're making me get off work overtime even though it's almost time to leave work, forcing me to take them home and work overtime too!" Shen Wenqiu cursed, stretched, and opened Pineapple Literature City.
Shen Wenqiu is a corporate slave who has been working for less than two years. He is in an awkward stage where he is not so much involved in projects because he is new to the company, but also often gets a lot of thankless work from his seniors because of his short tenure.
Some of her colleagues who were very competitive were already considering promotions and transitioning to management after a certain number of years, but Shen Wenqiu had been competitive enough during her school years and now just wanted a stable job with a decent salary.
He works hard, his colleagues don't cause trouble, and he just goes through the motions when his boss goes crazy. He won't leave unless the company goes bankrupt, unless he's fired. Otherwise, he'll just coast along until retirement.
But no matter how busy the workdays are, they are still incredibly boring.
So, Shen Wenqiu spent some of his free time reading novels.
Unfortunately, he always works overtime and has a compulsion to finish reading any chapters he buys. The novel with no romantic pairing and a male protagonist that he just finished reading yesterday took him a whole month to finish.
Shen Wenqiu wanted to curse after reading this novel with no romantic pairing and a male lead.
The author doesn't even try to fool the reader with the narrative; the protagonist is quite charismatic.
In any case, defeating the villains relies entirely on the protagonist's halo, while the villains become less intelligent.
It's clearly the protagonist who makes a mistake, the villain raises a question, and the protagonist solves the problem by dealing with the villain who raised the question.
What he did all day long couldn't be called the work of a tyrant; it was the work of a useless and incompetent ruler.
Not only did he become the crown prince, but he also became the emperor, inexplicably gaining all the benefits and living an incredibly fulfilling life.
The only unsatisfaction is that I didn't give him a good brain.
Even Shen Wenqiu, who rarely comments on novels, couldn't resist asking questions gently in the comments section after finishing the book last night.
When I opened Pineapple Literature City today, I saw that the author had replied to him.
Author: Stop babbling so much nonsense, or you might end up inside the book.
Upon seeing this, Shen Wenqiu was filled with rage and was about to unleash a torrent of abuse.
Suddenly, he felt a dull pain in his chest, and his vision blurred. His face and fingers felt numb, and he could clearly feel that he was teetering on the edge of death.
He instinctively reached for his phone to call 120 for help, but as soon as he trembled and reached out, he fell off the chair.
With a bang—
Shen Wenqiu lost consciousness.
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When he woke up again, Shen Wenqiu felt dizzy and almost powerless. His vision was completely black, which made his senses even more acute.
Where is this? A hospital?
But it's pitch black... and the surrounding outlines don't look like it either.
Shen Wenqiu struggled to open her eyes wide, gritted her teeth to clear her mind, and sat up, making a rustling sound as if fabric was being sewn together.
The voice doesn't sound like his own clothes.
The moment this question arose in Shen Wenqiu's mind, a large chunk of memories flooded into her brain.
So... he transmigrated into the book.
What a coincidence, I'm wearing the same clothes I just finished reading yesterday, from that novel with no romantic pairing and a male lead.
Good news, he's not dressed as a villain.
The bad news is that he's wearing the clothes of a cannon fodder character who only exists in the narration but dies a tragic death.
This cannon fodder character is also named Shen Wenqiu, but he never actually appeared on screen, only being mentioned briefly when Prince Rui was mentioned.
The original owner was an illegitimate son of the Marquis of Huai'an. His birth mother was a girl from a respectable family and was engaged to the second master of the Marquis of Huai'an. However, she was raped by the drunk Marquis of Huai'an at a flower-viewing banquet. Helpless, she could only enter the mansion as a concubine and gave birth to the original owner soon after. From then on, the mother and son began a life that was not well received.
Of course, this kind of life only lasted until the winter when the original owner was 16 years old.
On a dark and stormy night, the original owner of the body was kidnapped and sent to Prince Rui's bed by the Marquis of Huai'an and Concubine Yan, who were planning to curry favor with Prince Rui.
The original owner's appearance was already unforgettable in the capital, not to mention that he had just passed the provincial examination this year and was already quite famous. Prince Rui enjoyed playing with these scholars, and seeing his face only aroused his interest. That night, he became obsessed and played with the man until he was on the verge of death. Unwilling to spend any effort to treat him, he wrapped the half-dead original owner in a straw mat and threw him out of the back gate of the palace, leaving him to freeze to death that winter night.
The next day, a passerby saw him and, in surprise, reported it to the authorities, only to discover that the man was actually the illegitimate son of the Marquis of Huai'an.
The fact that a scholar who had recently gained some fame died in such a wretched state, and that he died outside the back gate of Prince Rui's mansion, immediately alarmed the people in the court.
Those upright officials who were dissatisfied with Prince Rui's actions wrote a memorial impeaching him as soon as they heard about the matter.
The person died outside Prince Rui's mansion, so no matter how you look at it, Prince Rui can't escape responsibility.
However, the Emperor was determined to protect his younger brother, and the Marquis of Huai'an was crying bitterly in court, trying to make everyone think that the original owner had lost his mind and that's why he ran to the back gate of Prince Rui's mansion without clothes on.
As for the marks on their bodies, some people pretended not to hear them, while others were too ashamed to talk about it, and no one mentioned it.
Finally, with the Emperor and the Dali Temple working together to turn a blind eye, the matter was dropped.
In the original work, this plot point only appeared as a small rumor, and the truth was only revealed later when Prince Rui was brought down.
As luck would have it, Shen Wenqiu transmigrated into... the very night the original owner was about to be sent to Prince Rui's bed.
Shen Wenqiu didn't want to die, let alone die in such a gruesome way, having to endure the torture inflicted by that old pervert, Prince Rui, before he died.
The moment he received the memories, he didn't hesitate for a moment; only one thought remained in his mind.
run.
At least we escaped tonight.
There was no time to lose; Shen Wenqiu had no time to hesitate.
He immediately got out of bed, dragging his body, which was weak from the incense in the room, and struggled to climb out of the window.
However, leaving this room doesn't guarantee safety, since it's still within the Marquis of Huai'an's residence; it would just take some effort to capture him.
Shen Wenqiu had to leave the Marquis of Huai'an's residence; even leaving for one night would be good.
With this in mind, Shen Wenqiu carefully fled within the Huai'an Marquis's residence, relying on the memories transmitted to his mind.
He dared not go to the original owner's biological mother, fearing that the Marquis of Huai'an had sent people to guard the place, and that he would inevitably end up being sent to the Prince Rui's mansion.
During his escape, he found a wall with a quiet alleyway outside, perfect for him to climb over and hide.
Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Wenqiu stepped on the nearby debris and laboriously climbed onto the top of the wall.
This wall is quite high, and sitting on it and looking down, especially in the pitch black, is particularly frightening.
But Shen Wenqiu had no choice. He didn't even have time to be afraid. The moment he climbed up, he jumped down without a second thought.
Instead of falling to the ground, she landed in a soft embrace.
Shen Wenqiu was utterly puzzled. He immediately opened his eyes and was met with a black ghost mask.
A pair of dark, deep eyes peeked out from the hole of that eye.
Who is this person?
Dressed up like this in the middle of the night.
Never mind, let's call for help first.
"Brother, I'm being chased! Can you save my life?" Shen Wenqiu didn't care that he was sitting in the other person's lap at all. He just grabbed the other person's arm anxiously and said nervously.
Is this person... Shen Wenqiu?
The eldest son of the Marquis of Huai'an was tortured to the brink of death by Prince Rui in his dream, and then thrown into the snow to freeze to death.
Jiang Heng looked at the man in his arms, who was like a frightened deer, and lingered for a moment on his beautiful eyes.
This face is extremely beautiful; even though it has become thin and sickly due to long-term mistreatment, the beauty of its bone structure is still undeniable.
The fact that the Marquis of Huai'an dared to send this son to Prince Rui's bed suggests that he had enough confidence in this face.
However, Jiang Heng doesn't care about appearances.
What he was curious about was... why would Shen Wenqiu run out and ask him for help when tonight was supposed to be Shen Wenqiu's death night?
The Shen Wenqiu in the dream, though learned, could not hide the timidity that had been cultivated by years of humiliation. Occasionally, a little courage would be revealed, but then it would be carefully hidden again, for fear of displeasing others.
But the Shen Wenqiu in front of me didn't even need to say a word; his appearance and demeanor were already quite different from before.
Jiang Heng wanted to see what was going on.
So he decided... to save the person in front of him who was trembling like a fawn.
"Hmm." Jiang Heng didn't say much, only gave a cold reply, and then rode away with Shen Wenqiu in that position.
Shen Wenqiu felt a little awkward in this position.
But since everyone was fleeing for their lives, he didn't say much. He only looked at Jiang Heng after he stopped his horse and dismounted.
“Brother…” Shen Wenqiu glanced at the ground, somewhat frightened, and was about to explain his predicament when he saw Jiang Heng extend his hand to him.
Shen Wenqiu was taken aback; he hadn't expected this hero to be so understanding.
Judging from that black mask and silent demeanor, he must be a difficult person to get along with.
Since they were being so direct, Shen Wenqiu couldn't hesitate any longer, so he took Jiang Heng's hand and dismounted.
After dismounting, Shen Wenqiu began to observe his surroundings.
This is a simple courtyard, which looks like the home of an ordinary person in the eastern part of the city.
Now that we've come this far, this must be the residence of the black-clad, masked man.
But... Shen Wenqiu felt that something was not right.
The black-clad, masked man's demeanor seemed rather out of place here.
"I, Wen Qiu, am extremely grateful for your rescue, hero. If you ever need my help in the future, I will do my utmost to repay you."
Since it was a matter of life and death, Shen Wenqiu was also a little excited. He bowed deeply to the black-clad, masked man, his face full of excitement at surviving a disaster.
A man in black robes with a ghostly mask.
It should be Jiang Heng.
Jiang Heng tilted his head, his gaze lingering on Shen Wenqiu's face for a moment, thinking to himself.
This person is quite interesting.
Moreover, judging from his appearance... did he wake up first and learn of the Marquis of Huai'an's conspiracy? Or did he, like him, have a dream that foretells the future?
Jiang Heng did not answer Shen Wenqiu, but instead pushed open a door and stood by it, looking at the other person.
The meaning was clear: they wanted Shen Wenqiu to go in.
"Am I staying here tonight?" Shen Wenqiu asked, walking over. Seeing that the furnishings inside were obviously very valuable, he hesitated to go in.
Jiang Heng didn't speak, only nodded, and stood there waiting for Shen Wenqiu to go in.
Everyone was waiting, and it seemed that Shen Wenqiu wouldn't give up until he went in to rest.
He didn't hesitate any longer, so he walked in confidently and then turned around to thank Jiang Heng.
Jiang Heng nodded, closed the door, and left.
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The next morning.
Shen Wenqiu woke up on the bed in the small courtyard. She was a little dazed for a moment before she remembered where she was.
I need to hurry back; we still have a lot to discuss.
Shen Wenqiu sat up, tidied herself up a bit, and then went out to ask where she could wash up.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw an old man standing in the courtyard. When he saw Shen Wenqiu come out, he smiled kindly at him and said, "Young master, are you up? Wash up here. After you have breakfast, I will take you back."
Shen Wenqiu sized up the old man, assuming he was in charge of the courtyard, and didn't think much of it. She just smiled gratefully and said, "Thank you, old man. I was really bothered last night."
The old man shook his head and said, "It's rare to see Young Master Jiu bring people here. You are the first one, so we must treat you well."
Shen Wenqiu was taken aback. He pondered the words "Ninth Young Master" and guessed Jiang Heng's identity, but did not ask any further questions.
Since they don't even take off their masks or leave their names, they probably don't want people to know about them.
After washing up and eating, Shen Wenqiu returned home under the escort of the old man.
Not long after, in Yaoyue Palace, Jiang Heng, now dressed in tattered clothes, sat by the window with his subordinates who had come to report to him.
"Your Highness, the person has been sent back," the subordinate said.
"Understood." Jiang Heng replied calmly, the image of Shen Wenqiu flashing through his mind, before adding, "Send some people to keep an eye on the situation at the Marquis of Huai'an's residence."
"Yes." The subordinate immediately replied, bowed, and turned to leave.
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