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Headache splitting, like burning fire.

Shen Chu painted her eyes slowly open.

The scene before me shocked me. It was a dilapidated and ancient, dimly lit cell. The three walls made of blue stone were covered in mold and emitted a nauseating smell.

The iron bars were locked, and many spiderwebs hung between the closely spaced gaps.

Outside the heavy gate, flickering dim lanterns cast a chilling glow.

Is this hell?

To die saving others, why would one go to hell?

Shen Chu painted a vivid picture, remembering using his body to shield a child from a blade. His heartbeat suddenly stopped, before the pain could even set in, he closed his eyes.

It felt like falling into a whirlpool, weightless.

At this point in my recollection, a powerful awareness surged into my mind.

In the 21st century, renowned genius doctor Shen Chuhuà met with an accident and was reborn into a person with the same name, surname, and appearance.

It is now the ninth year of Shangshu, and this is Lin Yuan City.

The original owner, Shen Chu, was 18 years old. His father was a teacher and his mother was a skilled physician. Later, their family fell into poverty. The couple went into business selling medicinal herbs and became wealthy, becoming a well-known merchant in Lin Yuan City.

The only son, Shen Chu, was born with intellectual disabilities. He was slow-witted and foolish. Fortunately, his biological parents loved him dearly and he lived a happy and peaceful life until the age of 12. However, fate turned cruel, and his parents were killed while saving someone's life.

Later, the original owner's uncle's family moved into the new Western-style house, Shen Gong Guan, under the pretext of taking care of the original owner's parents. All the family business fell into the hands of Uncle Shen Chu Hua.

Uncle's family thought Shen Chu was foolish and dull, so they wouldn't argue back. They just made her act like a maidservant, forcing her to do all the dirty and tiring work both inside and outside the house.

Oh, life is truly different for everyone. I was a world-renowned genius doctor in my lifetime. A graduate of a prestigious medical college, I traveled to many countries, accumulating rich experience and expertise. My medical skills were unmatched, and I even learned martial arts. With my two hands, I saved countless lives.

Compared to this silly girl, one is heaven and the other is earth.

Shen Chu painted with a sigh, glancing up at the surroundings.

I am currently in the prison cell of Lin Yuan City.

Why am I here? Ha! My memories tell me.

The original master's second son, Shen Yingxiang, painted her with exaggeratedly vivid and grotesque makeup, saying he would take her to watch a play. As a result, he tricked her into the Eight Great Hutongs, the famous opera house gathering place in Lin Yuancheng during the Shangshu period.

For five dollars, he sold it to a theater owner named Shen Yingxiang. Shen Yingxiang took the money and ran away, ignoring the original owner's helplessness and fear, disregarding the original owner's desperate cries of "Sister, don't go!"

The opera house owner is dishonest and wants to take advantage of people, claiming things as his own.

Though this girl is foolish, her attacks are extremely strong. Just as the man was about to pounce, she injured the boss with a candlestick.

The boss got hurt, panicked, and reported it to the jailers. The jailers then came and locked him up here.

At the thought of this, Shen Chu clenched her two fists, her knuckles turning white.

It's terrible, the original owner's uncle's family is simply too much. They are worse than pigs and dogs.

Wasting the fortune that the original owner's parents had worked hard to earn, living in the original owner's mansion, and running the original owner's business, yet doing things against one's conscience, repeatedly pushing towards a dead end, it's simply infuriating.

Where is one's conscience? Has it been eaten by dogs?

Well!

Since Shen Chuhua of the 21st century has traveled to this silly girl's body, from now on, the weak-minded Shen Chuhua who was bullied by everyone is dead.

Now Shen Chu's painting is absolutely not to be bullied. She fights back and avenges the original owner.

After countless thoughts swirling in his mind, a cold and indifferent look flashed across Shen Chu's eyes.

Clang!

Wow!

A jarring sound pierced Shen Chu's thoughts. Raising his head, he saw...

A man in a black long coat was carrying a rusty bucket and walking towards the gate of his prison cell.

Lu dipped a ladleful of water and struck the metal bars of the cell door with it, pouring the water into a broken bowl inside.

He came to give water to the prisoners.

Shen Chu Hua was good at judging people; at a glance, she knew this person was her savior.

A sly glint flashed in his eyes, and he had a plan forming in his mind.

"Cough... Ahem..." Shen Chuhuai slowly sat up, pretending to be sick and weak, coughing lightly.

That man didn't care and turned to leave.

"Big brother…" he called out weakly and softly.

Hearing that voice, clear as a stream, the man in the black coat stopped and turned his head towards the cell with a glance.

Only then did he see clearly that a person was locked inside.

Her tangled braids hung on her shoulders, covered in dust. Her large face was painted with gaudy makeup and freckles, like a clown's. It was repulsive to look at.

Looking down, the dark blue prison tunic hung loosely on his thin frame, looking particularly out of place.

Although this face is strange and ugly, after all, it's still a person, weak and helpless.

"Big brother, I'm really okay. Can you give me some dry food?" Shen Chuhua earnestly acted out a pitiful look.

This reminds me of a phrase from the 21st century.

Life is like a play, all depends on acting.

Chen Chu was skilled at acting. Before her rebirth, after graduating from medical school, she traveled abroad to study and learned many professional skills.

Performances, music, and dance are all available.

The man before me had a very lecherous face, with sharp cheekbones and a rat-like expression.

Dealing with this kind of man is a piece of cake.

Only to see, the man's rat-like eyes darted around, spinning back and forth as his brain churned.

This cell was the last one. In the evening, everyone had gone to sleep. No matter what he did next, no one would notice.

The man sauntered up to the prison gate, his key in hand as he unlocked it. He whispered, "Baby, you're bad, aren't you? My pockets are full of rations, all I need is for you to play with me."

The voice was lascivious, with saliva flying everywhere.

Shen Chu drew watched as the man unlocked the prison door with a key, humming happily and striding in with a bucket.

"Come here, brother, I have some dry rations!" The man put down the bucket and pulled out half a ration from his pocket. He grinned wickedly and took step after step toward Shen Chuhuā.

Those thin and bony hands reached towards Shen Chuhuai, her heart pounding with a strange mix of emotions.

Shen Chu drew her eyes towards the man, grinning widely, baring a set of large yellow teeth as he approached, completely unguarded.

Suddenly, a slender hand grabbed the man's neck. In the blink of an eye, before he could react, his head was pushed into the bucket.

Glug glug...

The man's head was submerged in the water, making gurgling sounds. His hands clutched at the straw mat on the ground, kicking randomly.

Shen Chu painted a cold face, her expression marred by the ugly drawing. She watched silently as the man struggled.

Shen Chu painted was a doctor, he knew too well how long this man could stay in the water before dying, yet still live worse than death.

From the few words this man just said, I knew he was a scoundrel.

Well! If I don't give him a little punishment, I won't have the chance to practice my skills. I really can't bear it.

21 seconds, just the right amount of time. Though he didn't die, he lost half his health. This experience will be unforgettable for him. Let's see if he dares to bully others after this.

Release the man's head, and with the other hand, swiftly and accurately strike at the most vulnerable spot on the back of his neck.

The man instantly stopped struggling and fainted.

Shen Chu drew a second, not daring to waste any time. She lifted the man and set him down in the corner.

She quickly took off her own outer coat and the man's black robe.

He put on a man's black coat and his little black hat, and his own dirty clothes were on that man.

Shen Chu painted a blank expression on his face, remaining completely composed. His eyes held wisdom as he carried a bucket and walked swiftly out of the cell, his hat pulled low over his brow.

Walk calmly down the corridor towards the cell door, praying silently that no one would notice.

Finally, he reached the prison gate and placed the bucket into the water pool. Then he turned around and stepped out.

I'm about to pick up the pace and jog.

A force suddenly landed on his shoulder, and a greasy voice came from behind, "Hey Wu San'er, why are you so slow delivering the water? We agreed to play cards, where are you going? You won yesterday, don't you want to give anything back today?"

Shen Chu's heart skipped a beat. She raised her hand and flung open the man's palm that was resting on her shoulder, then bolted.

That greasy man only then realized what was happening, “Hey, why are you running? Stop right there!”

"That person doesn't seem to be Wu Sanniang."

"Could someone be escaping? Chase after them!"

"Someone escaped from prison, chase after him!"

The man immediately gathered a dozen or so people and chased after Shen Chuhu's direction of escape.

……

Shen Chu ran along the blue brick streets, dashing into narrow alleys.

Light as a swallow, swift as an arrow, he was pursued by ten or so men who ran with all their might.

Before my rebirth, I was a marathon runner at the age of 18. Dealing with these guards was child's play.

He ran out of the narrow alley and onto a wide main road.

Although it is already midnight, the main road is still bustling with people and vehicles.

Not far from the center stands a three-story European-style building with verandas. A nine-meter high cylindrical glass silver tower sits in the middle of the roof, and dazzling neon lights can shine one mile away.

Even the dark streets of the town were illuminated by it.

The gleaming sign on the mansion reads "Baleimen".

The Belle Epoque? This was the biggest ballroom during the Shangshu period.

There was no time to admire it further, I could only dash toward the ballroom. Crowded places were convenient for hiding, right now, all I could do was run into the ballroom and come up with a plan to shake off those watchdogs.

I think, the main gate must be guarded by someone. This attire is not convenient to go in, I can only go around the main gate and come to the side door.

After a quick glance, he saw more than ten men quickly approaching. He leaped through a small door and sprinted up the stairs.

He ran all the way to the top.

The top layer is two rows of closed yellow beech wood inlaid with stained glass doors.

Without thinking any more, I randomly picked a room and ran inside.

Bang --

Close the door.

Just about to find somewhere to hide, but the moment I looked up, I froze.

The room that ran into was a spacious and luxurious bedroom in an early Western style. Such a scene, in the 21st century, could only be seen on a film set. The bedroom was both classical and with a Western flair, but this bedroom was no longer the focus --

The focus is on a man standing by a Western-style bed.

The man is tall, close to 190 centimeters. He wears a crisp white shirt of high quality and deep blue pants. His proportions are perfect, with every line being displayed exquisitely. From head to toe, he exudes the aura of a noble, wealthy gentleman – confident and fearless.

Looking seriously at his face, it was a flawless and impeccable one.

The sharp and lethal gaze of the man, who possessed an aura of danger, narrowed slightly when he saw the intruder. His deep, black eyes, resembling a cold pool, scrutinized him with an extremely indifferent look. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets, radiating an air of unparalleled arrogance and nobility.

Outside, those guard dogs seemed to have caught up.

Shen Chu didn't have time to explain. She quickly ran to the man's side, tearing off his black coat in a few moves and shoving it into the cabinet she opened with her hand. Her slender body slipped between the cabinet and the wall, but...

The pants are too tight, half of my body is outside.

Oh, how embarrassing!

Upon raising her head, she saw the man standing there in a daze. Shen Chuhuai grabbed his hand and pulled him over forcefully.

A man with no defenses was dragged to the side like that.

Shen Chu Hua hid beside him, her small face buried in his shoulder.

“Someone grabbed me, hide me here!” Shen Chu painted a deliberately sweet and soft voice, simply said to the man in front of her, “Please protect me! Don’t let them find me!”

The man crooked his lips into a sly smile, a smirk playing on his face.

This person looks slender and weak, but his grip is incredibly strong. The only one who could pull him over with a single hand is... There's no one else in the world like that. Interesting...

The big hand skillfully pulled off the headband with braids.

Like a waterfall, the azure blue instantly scattered, covering the small face.

Shen Chu's eyes, like stars, widened in shock.

"Make me act, and you have to let me play the whole thing." His voice was clear and cold, with an air of authority, domineering to the extreme.

"You..." Shen Chu Hua hadn't reacted yet, when the man suddenly lowered his head.

Um...

His powerful arms encircled her slender waist with a white silk ribbon.

"Bang!"

Just then, the door of the room was kicked open by someone outside.

Tap tap tap --

Footsteps crept into the room.

When Shen Chuhuai was hugged, he was startled. Oh no, those people who were watching him had broken in and pushed the man away.

Men are still not.

"Hey, get them up! An escaped convict just ran out of the Longyuan Jail, see? " The guard in charge barked, staring straight at the two people being held.

All the men on duty widened their eyes, staring at the tall man's back, hoping he would turn around so they could see who was in his arms.

The man turned his head up, facing them, and quickly pivoted, pushing the person in his arms back, completely shielding them.

When everyone saw the man turning, they immediately wished to kneel and knelt down.

They never imagined, this man was actually the fourth son of the War Clan, the most prestigious aristocratic family in Jiangdong—War Beichen.

His father, Zhan Mudun, is the number one prominent aristocrat in all of Jiangdong. The Zhan family is notorious for their outrageous behavior. Having provoked this man, whose temper is known to be explosive, they now regret everything and wish they were dead…

Zhan Bei Chen coldly scanned the dozen or so people who had burst in. With just one glance, his eyes radiated immense authority and coldness, enough to silence even the most arrogant of the jail guards, leaving them all breathless.

"Four!" The officer at the head, taking his cue, immediately bowed respectfully, hands clasped together, waiting for orders. Cold sweat trickled down his spine.

"Someone found my house? " Zhan Bei Chen's voice was cold and harsh, his icy eyes swept over the man before he grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"We're so sorry, we really didn't know this was your room. Today, in the rush, a prisoner escaped from jail, and we...we had no choice..."

They had known for a long time that the Zhan family of four were frequent visitors to Bai Le Men, even having a dedicated lounge here. But who would have thought it was this one?

"If there's another time, I swear I'll get you fired and have you begging on the streets!" Zhan Bei Chen threatened in a fierce voice.

Yes, yes, we dare not, absolutely not, please spare us, esteemed ones!

"Roll --"

Zhan Bei Chen gave an order, and everyone immediately scrambled out of the room in a panic.

Shen Chu drew back behind him, until he heard the door being closed and the house fell silent again, then took two steps back and left him.

Bowing her head, she smoothed out her white silken robes and fastened the brooches.

Zhan Bei Chen just at this moment saw the plum blossom-like birthmark, deep red on his clavicle.

Just as this little man entered, he saw a fine scar on his forehead. He thought it was a coincidence, but when he saw the birthmark on his collarbone, he became even more certain.

He is the person he has been thinking about all along.

A flash of surprise, fleeting as a moment, appeared in Zhan Beichen's eyes.

In front of me, Mingming's foundation is clearly not like a normal person's, but she has exaggerated by painting thick grease on her face and deliberately adding many freckles. Her exaggerated lipstick has already been eaten away by much. It's out of character.

Her black hair was like satin, smooth and glossy. Her eyes were bright and beautiful, like peaches and plums. What a captivating beauty hidden beneath her makeup!

Though it's an ordinary white stand-collar shirt made of plain silk, it still can't hide the good figure.

Just now, when he hugged her, it was immediately noticeable that despite being young, she had already blossomed into a graceful and beautiful young woman.

What touches the heart most is her current ethereal and delicate aura, which can inspire all a man's protective instincts.

Such a child, one would never imagine him to be a fugitive.

Dressed, I walked to his side and stopped a safe distance away. I slightly tipped my head. "Thank you for your help."

Zhan BeiChen's eyes were like gemstones, shining brilliantly. There was a hint of wariness in his gaze, but not a trace of fear.

To actually say, thank him?

He didn't complain or get angry even though he wasn't consulted just now, and he still greeted him so calmly as if nothing had happened, which was rather unusual.

"What's your name?" Zhan Bei Chen took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

"Susan." Shen Chuhu casually made up a fake name.

I thought, the man before me looked extraordinary. There was no need to tell him the truth, lest I attract unnecessary trouble later on.

Under the soft yellow light, Shen Chu painted his eyes up, looking at the man in front of him. He exuded an aura of compelling arrogance.

Zhan Bei Chen happened to be looking too, his eyes glistening like ripples on water, filled with a captivating and alluring gleam.

Eye contact, and the world seemed to freeze in this moment.

Zhan Bei Chen thought this little person would harm him and retract his gaze, but no.

Then, he lost. He went around, into the pear blossom wood cabinet and took out a set of light blue cross-collar student uniform and handed it to her. "Put this on."

"Thank you!" Shen Chu painted the clothes, calmly and quickly putting them on, slightly inclined towards the man in a gesture of respect, "I have something important to attend to, I must go. Hope we can meet again so I can repay your life-saving grace."

That was just a casual courtesy. At this moment, Shen Chuhua absolutely couldn't have imagined that this promise would tie her life to him...

"You'll have your chance!" Zhan Bei Chen raised an eyebrow, sporting the air of a dashing rogue.

Shen Chu simply nodded lightly, taking the words as a joke, and then left through the door.

He rushed out of the man's room, his sharp eyes scanning the hallway. Seeing no one, he ran down the stairs from the opposite direction.

He ran, clutching the dagger hidden within his sleeve. It was small, with a copper hilt bearing intricate patterns.

Although on the run at the moment, his eyes gleamed with malice, lips curled into a smirk, a look of smug satisfaction plastered across his face.

The man was offended, but didn't care. He was so handsome, the one taking advantage was... Most importantly, while that man was distracted, he snatched a knife from his pocket.

During this period of great turmoil, this sword could save your life and be incredibly useful.

I don't believe I will ever run into that man again. Given the size of Lin Yuan City in my memory, it seems impossible.

dashed out of the dance hall, the night was thick.

A crescent moon hung high, the chill of early autumn spreading around.

Shen Chu drew a deep breath, feeling exceptionally refreshed.

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