Jiang Jin felt a splitting headache, her mind hazy and heavy.
In her ears, there seemed to be the sound of tearing fabric, along with a man's scream.
A man?
Men forcing themselves on a man?!
Jiang Jin struggled to open her eyes and looked towards the sound.
She saw several men in uniform groping a frail-looking youth.
A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl begged bitterly, No, please let Master Xu go. Go find Princess Jinyang.
Slap! The girl was struck to the ground by a heavy hand.
Are you courting death? She is the woman our Great General Jiao Liang wants. How could the likes of us dare to touch her?
By now, the youth's clothes had been torn into shreds, revealing fair and tender skin. He dared not resist, only timidly begging for mercy.
I am a man, this goes against morality. If you cannot touch Princess Jinyang, aren't there... aren't there still two concubines? They... they are both breathtaking beauties.
Slap! Another resounding strike.
Han men are just as entrancing, haha! Look at this delicate skin, this little face, tsk tsk tsk.
Heh, we've gotten bored of those two concubines along the way. It's the perfect time to change our tastes and savor the flavor of a Han man.
Shifting her gaze away from the youth, Jiang Jin looked around. As far as the eye could see, it was a desolate dirt road, with a luxurious carriage parked in the middle of it.
Sitting under a large tree by the road were two young women. Their faces were numb, covered in so much dirt and grime that their original appearances could not be discerned.
Beside the women stood or sat several other men wearing the same uniform.
Were these people... soldiers?
Jiang Jin felt bewildered. Why was she here?
Wasn't she escaping the pursuit of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe? How did she end up here in the blink of an eye?
No, let Master Xu go! I have a way. As long as you don't take Jinyang's virginity, you can still play with her however you want. How could Master Xu compare to Jinyang's royal nobility?
With a cry of alarm, the speaking girl was kicked flying by a soldier.
Amidst the flying dust, the girl crashed to the ground right in front of Jiang Jin.
The dust was too thick, so Jiang Jin shifted backward, only to hear the clinking of iron chains from her feet. Looking down, she realized her ankles were shackled!
Wait, these feet... weren't hers!
Did her soul transmigrate?!
Looking again at the girl on the ground, she saw that her feet were also bound by shackles.
Ignoring the pain in her body, the girl struggled to sit up. She raised a trembling hand, pointed at Jiang Jin, and spoke in a beguiling tone.
Jinyang is the only daughter of Empress Ji Yue. She is the noblest princess of our Yan Kingdom, and its number one beauty. Don't you want to witness her grace?
The soldiers paused their movements, their eyes lighting up. They turned to look at Jiang Jin, a wolfish glint in their eyes.
Jiang Jin furrowed her brows. The Princess Jinyang they were discussing... was her?!
The soldiers didn't act immediately. Instead, they turned to a man standing under the big tree, speaking in a teasing tone, Captain Zhao, how about you go first?
The man called Captain Zhao was in his twenties, with dark skin and exceptionally small eyes—so small that if one didn't look closely, they might think his eyes were closed. However, his build was extremely sturdy.
He curled the corners of his lips, thinking it was a good idea. Indeed, nobles knew how to play. He fixed his gaze on Jiang Jin.
Insolent cur, how dare you! an angry shout rang out.
Jiang Jin turned her head and only then noticed a disheveled, burly man sitting a few meters away.
Not only was he wearing shackles on his wrists and ankles, but his neck was also locked in a heavy wooden cangue. The cangue was massive and looked to weigh several dozen pounds.
His voice was as rough and grating as a leaky bellows, revealing a weakness that belied his fierce exterior.
A soldier stepped forward and kicked the burly man, sneering, Zhou Sui, instead of wasting your breath, you'd better think about how to beg Great General Jiao Liang for mercy when we reach Liang City, lest you be torn apart by five horses and left without a complete corpse.
Captain Zhao paid no mind to their squabble and strode toward Jiang Jin.
Jiang Jin's eyes turned cold, and her hand twitched slightly.
Suddenly, a frail man knelt in front of Captain Zhao, bowing his head to the ground. I beg you, please spare Princess Jinyang.
Captain Zhao glanced down at him and kicked out with his leg. A mere eunuch dares to block my path.
Pfft. The frail man spat out a mouthful of blood from the kick and collapsed onto the ground, motionless, his fate unknown.
With deadpan eyes, Captain Zhao stepped over the frail man and arrived in front of Jiang Jin.
He looked down at Jiang Jin, a trace of bloodlust flashing in his eyes, and muttered softly, Indeed, it's a pity to let her be a plaything for that Jiao barbarian. Better let me have my fun first.
Saying this, he bent down, his iron-grip hand pinching Jiang Jin's chin, forcing her to lean forward and draw close to him.
The woman before him was truly beautiful, with skin like creamy jade and eyebrows like crescent moons.
Though young, she already possessed a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.
Captain Zhao's breathing grew heavy. He grabbed Jiang Jin by the collar, intending to drag her into the grass by the roadside. He wasn't like those Jiao barbarians; he didn't have the fetish of engaging in public debauchery.
But before he could drag her up, he suddenly felt a coldness in his chest.
He looked down in disbelief, only to see a dagger plunged into his heart.
Drip, drop...
Blood fell drop by drop onto the ground, splashing up countless tiny red blossoms and dust.
Staring at the crimson blood, Jiang Jin felt a splitting headache as fragmented memories flooded her mind.
She had indeed transmigrated!
Transmigrated into a chaotic and dark era, even worse than the Upheaval of the Five Barbarians!
Her current identity was the Sixth Princess of the Yan Kingdom, who shared her name, Jiang Jin.
However, this girl was seven years younger than her, currently thirteen years old, with the title Jinyang—a princess whose kingdom had been mostly destroyed!
Her royal father had been beheaded by Jiao Kang, the Great Chanyu of the Jiao barbarians, and his head hung at the city gates. Her empress mother, unable to bear the humiliation, had smashed her head against a pillar and died.
And she, because of her beauty, was used by Jiao Kang as a tool to win over his subordinates. She was gifted as a plaything to Jiao Liang, the great hero who had conquered Liang City.
This Jiao Liang was valiant and skilled in battle, but extremely lustful. Noble and delicate beauties were exactly his preference.
Thus, the beautiful original owner of the body was unhesitatingly given to Jiao Liang by Jiao Kang.
These myriad thoughts passed in a mere instant. A cold light flashed in Jiang Jin's eyes as she yanked the dagger from Captain Zhao's chest, causing a few drops of blood to splatter onto her face.
At the same time, her left hand gripped the hilt of the saber at Captain Zhao's waist. With a forceful pull, the saber was drawn with a sharp sound.
Thud.
Captain Zhao fell straight down. His small eyes were wide open, finally no longer looking as if he were asleep, but the light had already vanished from them.
The scene fell into dead silence. Even the soldiers who had been busy with the youth stopped their movements, looking at Jiang Jin with utter bewilderment, not understanding what had just happened.
Jiang Jin looked at Zhou Sui, who was locked in the wooden cangue, and pulled her lips into a smile. How about we kill them all?
