Everyone shook their heads like rattle drums.

Jing Hengbo immediately tossed this question to the back of her mind.

“Hey, beloved subjects, quickly go find my suitcase for me. Hey, where did it get lost…”

The “beloved subjects” trembled and gently reminded her in small voices, “Your Majesty, ‘beloved subjects’ is a term of address for ministers. We are of lowly status, merely third-rank walking guards of Yuzhao Palace, and are unworthy of your address…”

“Fine, fine. Suitcase, suitcase.” Jing Hengbo called out loudly, “The suitcase seemed to crack open earlier—don’t forget to find all the things that fell out for me…”

After a while, the guards came carrying a huge suitcase. Several others were carrying and holding things.

“These shoes are so strange. The soles have spikes! Such big spikes!”

“What’s this thing? It’s only as big as my palm, triangular—how do you wear it? Is it a scarf? Or a face mask?”

“What are these two round things connected with some fabric strips? For holding water?”

A young guard was curious and secretly opened the colorful things in the suitcase, flipped through them, then his face changed dramatically and he snapped the suitcase shut.

“Hey, what did you see? Why so nervous?” His companions were curious.

The young guard shook his head repeatedly, his face pale as death, covering his crotch area and trembling as he stared at Jing Hengbo.

“What’s wrong? Why do you keep staring at her?” His companions grew even more curious.

“Big brother!” The young guard grabbed his collar. “We can’t accept this queen! She’s a pervert! A big pervert! She definitely won’t abide by our palace rules. We brought her back, and when trouble breaks out later, it’ll bring us a death sentence! Brother, let’s escape quickly! Huh?”

“What nonsense are you spouting!” His companion shook off his hand. “How can we escape? The State Preceptor probably knows by now! Besides, Her Majesty the Queen looks perfectly normal—where’s the perversion?”

The young guard looked miserable, glanced at the suitcase, and shrank to one side.

Those terrifying things…

Jing Hengbo beamed as she took her suitcase. “Thank you, beloved subj… ah no, little darlings!”

The “little darlings” stumbled…

In two or three moves, she stripped off the damaged black stockings and threw them away, found a new pair from the suitcase to put on, and casually picked through her high heels.

“Thick heels are stable… ah no, not feminine enough… how about flat heels? The ground here isn’t very level… ah no, that doesn’t show off my long legs… still thin heels then… if someone wants to harm me, I’ll nail them to death with one kick!” Jing Hengbo put on those leopard-print thin-strapped ten-inch high heels and looked up with a charming smile. “Right, little darlings?”

The “little darlings” stared at those bright silver thin heels like steel nails and all shuddered together…

“Little darlings, I’m thirsty—boil some water for me.”

“Little darlings, I’m hungry—what’s there to eat? Preferably roasted chicken legs.”

“Little darlings, I haven’t washed my face yet—go get some water. Remember to add flower petals. Do you royals have any court secret formulas for essential oils or flower soaps? That would be nice too.”

“Little darlings, set up a tent for me to sleep in—wool ones.”

Jing Hengbo smugly crossed her legs, watching the group of Dahuang guards running around at her beck and call, looking very satisfied.

She wasn’t actually that hungry or thirsty—before preparing to escape from the research institute, she had already secretly eaten half of the snacks that Cake Girl had made. She just wanted to enjoy being queen right away since she had become one. Besides, this pie from heaven had fallen too quickly, giving her an unreal feeling. She had to test whether this queen position was genuine high-class goods.

The test results were very OK.

Jing Hengbo was reassured.

She lay down comfortably, just preparing to have a few guards massage her, when she saw those fellows huddled together head-to-head, seemingly dividing something, with colorful lights faintly flashing from the crowd.

Jing Hengbo rolled over and got up, tiptoeing over.

The group was arguing in low voices.

“You lost! The Queen fell down! Come carry my rubies—they’re so heavy, and the guard captain won’t let us throw them away, says it’ll cause trouble. I don’t want to carry them back to Dahuang!”

“You’re the one who lost! The Queen crawled out! Didn’t you see her crawling out of the pit? One basket of sapphires! Yours to carry!”

“Nonsense! She fell down!”

“Rubbish! She crawled out!”

“Fell!”

“Crawled!”

…

A minute later, they started fighting. Red and blue gems rolled all over the ground, along with the emeralds picked up earlier, being trampled back and forth in the dust while people were busy pulling hair and slapping faces, with no one paying attention.

Jing Hengbo stood behind the crowd, her gold nail-polished fingers covering her mouth, her eyes wide as emeralds. Her high heels were stepped on several times without her noticing.

This this this this… these are all gems?

These guys bet with baskets full of gems? And talk about carrying or not carrying them? Are their brains waterlogged?

The transmigration world is indeed fantastical!

Jing Hengbo’s shoulders tensed, her breathing quickened, her fingers twitched nervously, even her hair strands were trembling.

If the three roommates were here, they would probably snort and say “mother dragon syndrome flaring up.”

All four were orphans, and Jing Hengbo didn’t even know her exact age, but the other three all agreed this girl must be born in the year of the dragon.

Dragons are naturally flamboyant and love all shiny things.

The group fight continued, escalating from slapping to attacking below the belt, with demands changing from winning gems to whoever loses carries all the gems back to Dahuang.

Suddenly a thunderous roar rolled across the sky.

“Stop—fighting—”

The guards stopped, sporting two streams of nosebleed, and turned around stupidly.

Three feet away stood Her Majesty the Queen, trembling all over, eyes blazing, arms raised high, with a fierce and menacing expression.

“Those—who—block—me—die—”

Jing Hengbo pushed aside one person with each hand and strode forward.

“You, don’t move!”

“You, stand steady!”

“You, lift your foot.”

“You, three centimeters to the left… right! Careful! STOP! Don’t step on my gems!”

Three minutes later, all the fighting crowd had moved away from threatening the gems.

A bright red bottom stuck up from the crowd as Jing Hengbo knelt in the mud, her gold-polished, delicately maintained fingers digging out those shiny things one by one.

A group of guards stroked their chins and watched.

Huh, what’s the Queen doing?

Huh, she collected them all.

Huh, doesn’t she mind the weight?

Huh, doesn’t she know we’re heading back to Dahuang soon, where these things can be picked up everywhere and are worthless?

Oh! Finally someone to carry those deadly heavy gems for us! Heaven knows we brought gems out to trade for things, but the poor Da Yan people who’d never seen the world said they couldn’t make change and wouldn’t trade at all!

Oh! Her Majesty the Queen is truly benevolent to all!

…

The benevolent Her Majesty the Queen wiped each mud-covered gem clean, put them in a cloth bag, grabbed it with effort, and slung it over her back.

Damn! So heavy!

Rich!

Jing Hengbo beamed as she carried the gems, used fierce glances to warn everyone not to covet them, then tied the gems tightly to her waist with rope before walking away with an unsteady, labored gait.

She felt very happy.

The guards watching her bent-back figure carrying gems also felt very happy.

…

After a few steps, Jing Hengbo found she couldn’t take it—the gems were too heavy, cutting into her waist painfully. She wanted to hide them somewhere but felt uneasy about it everywhere. Finally, she had to put most of them in her suitcase and only selected a few emeralds to carry with her.

Having never eaten pork but seen pigs run, and being interested in all things fashionable, she naturally knew which gems were most precious.

While packing the suitcase, she looked at her mud-covered clothes and decided to change. She casually grabbed a super short skirt from the suitcase and without warning, pulled down the back zipper of her tight-fitting wrap dress. The zipper was dirty and got stuck halfway. Without looking up, she said, “Little darlings, come help.”

No movement. Jing Hengbo looked up—huh, where did everyone go?

Looking again, the closest ones were all thirty zhang away, all with their backs to her.

Jing Hengbo shrugged. “Weird.” She pulled the zipper up a bit more, then smoothly pulled it all the way down.

The dress slipped from her shoulders as Jing Hengbo narcissistically stroked her arms. “Skin like ice and snow…”

A cool breeze hit her back and she shivered, only then noticing the dead bodies everywhere.

“Why are there so many dead people?” The slow-to-realize someone jumped back with a whoosh, fearfully covering her shoulders. “Someone! Someone! Drag all these corpses away for me! Someone! Someone! Block the wind for me!”

The guards with their backs to her remained motionless—Your Majesty the Queen, your dress only made the sound of being unzipped but no sound of being zipped back up, which means you’re definitely still in a state of undress right now. If we turn around now, we’ll die. You’re on your own, ah.

“Help!” Jing Hengbo screamed. She jumped around and stepped on a corpse—the sticky feeling under her feet like stepping on a soft snake made all her hair stand on end.

A young guard with insufficient willpower heard her terrified voice and couldn’t help turning around. He saw a dazzling expanse of white in the darkness, the woman’s wonderful silhouette undulating in the chaotic darkness like a jade-carved treasure vase.

“Help…” Jing Hengbo was just about to reach out to him for rescue when this boy immediately spun back around, screamed, ran wildly for several steps, and jumped into the river with a splash.

Jing Hengbo’s outstretched arm froze stiffly in mid-air.

What was that about?

She stood with her mouth open, waiting for the child who went crazy and jumped in the river at midnight to surface, but only saw a water trail whoosh across the river surface and disappear on the other shore.

This this this this—what does this mean?

He ran away? Water escape technique?

Just because he turned and looked at her?

Was it necessary?

“Hey…” After being stunned for a long time, she walked to a guard with his back to her and poked his back. “That person just now… what was he doing?”

The guard held his head and hunched his shoulders, keeping his face firmly toward the dirt, saying in a muffled voice, “Reporting to Your Majesty, self-exile.”

“Huh? Why?”

“He committed a serious crime.” The guard said sadly. “He should have committed suicide, but he escaped. We don’t want to chase him out of colleague loyalty. Actually, we’ve committed the crime of harboring too… sigh, so be it.”

“Huh?” Jing Hengbo’s eyes widened. “What serious crime? Looking at me? Was it necessary? I don’t mind!”

“I mind.”

Suddenly a voice drifted over, like a whisper, ringing beside her ear.

“Who?” Jing Hengbo was startled and looked down at the guard, who hadn’t moved or spoken at all.

She looked up, searching toward where the voice came from, and only then saw that a figure had suddenly appeared on the other side of the river.

The figure was tall and slender, black robe corners fluttering in the night wind like wisps of black clouds. Looking closely, the robe wasn’t black either, shimmering with fine silver light. That light intertwined with the hazy moonlight and rippling river water, spreading a brilliant pale silver expanse that made his outline unclear, yet suddenly seemed dazzling.

Jing Hengbo clearly hadn’t seen this person’s face, yet felt he was smiling at her.

A strange smile that was hard to tell whether it held joy or not. Like seeing another life across time and years at the edge of the universe—containing understanding and loneliness, yet also holding faint mockery.

Somewhat wicked, somewhat melancholy.

Jing Hengbo’s saliva immediately dripped down.

A beauty!

Definitely a beauty!

Based on her extraordinary experience in beauty appreciation accumulated from watching all kinds of high-rated intense films, one hundred percent a beauty! And one with extremely unique temperament!

Too wonderful!

The transmigration law indeed hadn’t broken in her case—besides golden fingers, there were also beauties everywhere!

The tiny bit of “something’s not right, maybe I shouldn’t be this queen” thought that had sprouted a minute ago because of the jumping guard was instantly snuffed out by a figure on the distant riverbank.

“Aha!” Afraid of scaring away the beauty and having him jump in the water too, ruining her romantic fortune, Jing Hengbo quickly pulled up her zipper and ran straight to the riverside. “Hello handsome, I’m Jing Hengbo, English name Jennifer. You can call me Da Bo or Jenny. What’s your name? How old are you? What’s your zodiac sign? What constellation? Where do you live? Let’s get to know each other…”

That mysterious and alluring man suddenly extended his hand toward her, his fingers slender in the moonlight.

Jing Hengbo immediately beamed and extended her hand. “Ah, hello hello, but how can we shake hands from so far…”

The man lifted one finger, and with a splash, the river water surged violently. A figure was lifted straight up from the bottom, and the man hooked that person’s collar with one finger and casually tossed him.

“Bang.”

A dripping wet corpse landed at Jing Hengbo’s feet.