“Bang.”

A dripping wet human body like a natural barrier blocked Jing Hengbo’s passionate steps toward the beauty.

Jing Hengbo looked down and saw the face of the young guard who had jumped into the water earlier. Terror still remained on that face, but the light in his pupils had already scattered.

This person had jumped into the water to escape and was obviously skilled at swimming—he definitely couldn’t have drowned. So just now, that beauty had lifted one finger and literally pulled this person up from the water bottom and killed him?

Jing Hengbo shuddered.

The Third Law of Transmigration finally flashed through her beauty-addled brain.

Modern to ancient transmigration, arriving in feudal or slave societies where the ruling class has supreme authority and treats human life as grass. No human rights, democracy, freedom, or other markers of modern civilization.

She was lucky to transmigrate as a queen. She had thought she could avoid starting from the bottom and escape this law’s curse.

But now, a stranger could casually kill people in front of her, the queen. This queen position seemed to have far too low a gold content.

Could this society be special? Was “queen” a euphemism for “miss”?

Just like in her modern life, certain women were called “princess”?

Jing Hengbo’s thin high heels quietly turned on the ground.

The wind is tight—time to flee!

Before her body could turn around, she suddenly tensed all over, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing and dancing one by one.

There was breathing behind her.

Light, soft, slightly moist, like water vapor spreading in moonlight. She could even feel the subtle warmth of breath spraying on her skin.

Behind her…

Behind her was a dead person.

Further away, across the riverbank, was a ruthlessly beautiful person.

Whoever was breathing on the back of her neck right now was enough to horrify her.

“Ah—” Jing Hengbo screamed at a high decibel level that seemed to make the ground tremble. She lifted her leg and without hesitation, drove her thin heel backward viciously!

Die, you bastard!

With a “thud,” the heel didn’t step on a person’s foot but nailed into the dirt. When Jing Hengbo tried to pull it out, she couldn’t—she had used too much force.

Jing Hengbo silently cursed and decisively tried to jump out barefoot, but it was already too late.

A pair of hands suddenly gently pressed on her ankles, one supporting her ankle, the other supporting the stuck high heel.

His fingers were slender with light fingertip posture. Though he was only lightly supporting her ankle without even touching the black stockings, that faint manjusaka-like fragrance attacked her senses, and Jing Hengbo couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter and her body soften.

Even this man’s scent was wickedly seductive.

A robe hem spread in her lowered field of vision—silver-black, yet sparkling with rainbow colors in the moonlight, like the feeling this person gave her: simple yet gorgeous, low-key yet luxurious.

“These shoes expose so much skin—how can you wear them? Please allow this humble minister to change your shoes,” he said in that smiling tone. “Your Majesty the Queen.”

Jing Hengbo trembled again, feeling that this “Your Majesty the Queen” sounded fucking sinister.

“Left State Preceptor!” The guards had all prostrated themselves on the ground.

Some also called: “Lord Yelu!”

Left State Preceptor? Lord Wild Donkey? What the hell? It sounded very high-class. Jing Hengbo looked at those guards with some dissatisfaction, feeling their attitude when paying respects to this whatever State Preceptor was much more respectful than toward her, the queen.

Her heel suddenly moved—the man behind her was actually taking off her shoe.

Jing Hengbo wasn’t afraid of him removing her shoe, but this guy’s tone clearly marked him as an old fogey. After taking off the shoe, wouldn’t he throw it into the river? This was one of her favorite high heels.

Jing Hengbo leaned her body sideways, sank her ankle down, and leaned against that guy while putting her shoe back on.

The man behind her seemed not to have expected her to be so casual and stiffened.

Jing Hengbo took advantage of the momentum to turn around, stood on tiptoe, and gently draped her arms around the Left State Preceptor’s neck.

“State Preceptor…” She smiled and breathed on his face. “Taking off this and that in this place isn’t very convenient, right? How about we change locations?”

She was so soft, magnificently full where she should be full, pressing tightly against him—a trembling, dangerous ripple.

The beauty in front of her stiffened again.

The next instant, she was flying through the air.

In mid-air, she saw rapidly retreating trees, river water, and the guards’ wide-open mouths with flashing eyes. They looked up, following her parabolic trajectory, their faces showing “looks great” excitement.

Sigh, which landing pose could maintain her beauty…

Before the thought finished, with a light “bang,” her feet touched ground. A tree behind her timely blocked her swaying, and she stood steadily without a hair out of place.

Across from her, the beauty whose face she still hadn’t clearly seen was still smiling gently and said, “Your Majesty, please do not toy with this humble minister. This minister does not wish to bear guilt and commit suicide by drowning.”

Jing Hengbo, her thoughts exposed, chuckled.

“Really?” She blinked. “That guard earlier was killed by you just for looking at me once. Just now you touched me and I touched you—shouldn’t you immediately commit suicide?”

“This humble minister dares not touch Your Majesty’s jade body,” the man smiled. “As for Your Majesty touching this minister, hmm… how are queens who don’t follow palace rules dealt with after being deposed?”

A guard loudly answered: “Reporting to the State Preceptor, Her Majesty the Queen is incomparably noble and cannot be defiled. Granting suicide would suffice!”

The man made an “mm” sound and smiled.

In the moonlight, his face was hidden in shadow—straight brows, long eyes, with eyebrow tips and eye corners slightly lifted in upward arcs. His gaze was like bright black glazed glass, giving him an air of soaring inspiration. Yet his expression was also lazy, casual, indifferent. Even the thin red lips on his pale skin were light-colored, like roses after rain or late spring peach blossoms—beautiful without trying, beautiful as if waiting for an ending every moment, yet after the next wind and rain, still breathtakingly beautiful.

Such beauty could topple nations, but flower-crazy Jing had no time to appreciate it now as her little heart grew cold inch by inch.

She’d been tricked!

What a huge loss!

This wasn’t a queen position—it was being a widow!

This lousy job wasn’t worth it. She still had a beautiful life ahead, she still wanted to enjoy all the world’s beauties, she still wanted to create something earth-shattering like all transmigrators. She didn’t want to be caged like a bird with a chastity monument.

Jing Hengbo turned and walked away.

“Don’t follow me, dears,” she said. “I suddenly need to pee. If you peek at me peeing, isn’t that also a capital crime?”

Before turning, she looked at her suitcase with heartache. Sigh, she’d definitely have to reclaim it later. God bless these moral guardians not to burn her treasures.

No one followed her—apparently overly strict doctrines occasionally had benefits.

Behind her was a forest, sparse and scattered. In the woods, she could see a small house that should be a former forest keeper’s dwelling. The house was old and dilapidated, apparently uninhabited for a long time.

Of course, she didn’t need to walk that far to pee, and these people wouldn’t let her walk that far either.

She looked at that house, feeling the beauty’s gaze locked tightly on her back.

Jing Hengbo smiled seductively as she turned back, stood in front of the tree in an S-curved pose that emphasized her curves, and slowly lifted her skirt…

The beauty immediately turned his gaze away.

Jing Hengbo spun around and went behind the tree.

The beauty didn’t move. With his keen hearing and sight, he could determine from sound alone that Jing Hengbo hadn’t left.

Jing Hengbo’s singing voice came from behind the tree.

“Seven out of ten men are fools, eight are dumb, nine are bad, and one more is loved by all…”

The guards lowered their heads and covered their ears.

That voice…

Well, the voice wasn’t actually too bad—if she sang properly, it would be listenable. With more training, she might even be able to perform for money. But—could she not stretch her neck and bellow like that?

The Left State Preceptor supported his chin, somewhat puzzled as he counted on his fingers.

“Seven fools, eight dumb, nine bad, plus one more makes twenty-five. How does that add up to ten? Never studied arithmetic? Mentally deficient?”

His counting fingers suddenly stopped as he looked up sharply.

The forest was as quiet as before, leaves rustling in the wind. A bit of bright red clothing showed faintly from behind the tree—the color of Jing Hengbo’s dress. Everything looked normal. She was still behind the tree peeing. In this extremely short time, there had been no movement, nor could she have made any movement under his watchful eye.

But…

The breathing sound…

Was gone!

The silver-black robe flashed, and the next instant, the Left State Preceptor was behind the tree where Jing Hengbo had been peeing.

He looked down at the ground, his calm, smiling expression finally showing surprise, confusion, bewilderment, and slight anger.

No one was behind the tree.

The ground was smooth without even footprints—the person seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Only a corner of red clothing remained.