Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

The direction in which the carriage was traveling was completely opposite of Beijing.

Qin Ye saw that Rong Yan’s expression never showed a smile...it should be said that there was never a smile for him.

He felt even stronger about that unsettled feeling in his heart.

What to do? She really was angry,

Most importantly, how should he coax her?

When it came to coaxing a young lady, he really was quite inexperienced.

Just as he was deep in thought, the carriage suddenly came to an emergency stop.

Everyone inside the carriage was jostled.

Now, Qin Ye had somewhere to vent his frustration. He lifted the curtain of the carriage with one hand, ready to scold Hu Dao for his driving. But only then did he notice that the path in front of the carriage was blocked by a group...house servants?

Qin Ye immediately furrowed his eyebrows.

Who were these people? They had quite the nerve to block the carriage.

Before he could speak out, Hu Dao said, "Master, these people just came charging out...I’ve observed them for a bit, and they don’t seem to be those people..."

The "those people" he mentioned were the ones pursuing them,

And these people—from the aura they exuded, didn’t seem like they had trained in martial arts at all.

Most importantly...they hadn’t even left the town yet!

Qin Ye’s voice, devoid of emotion, was cold, "Tell them to scram."

Hu Dao, hearing this tone, knew that his master was angry.

He immediately responded, "Yes."

He then jumped down from the carriage.

"Who are you?"

At that moment, a person stepped forward from the crowd. Unfortunately, the heavy carriage curtain was already drawn closed by Qin Ye, obscuring the view of the outside.

Otherwise, Rong Yan would definitely have been able to recognize the person who stepped forward as the Zheng Family’s Housekeeper Zhou.

At this moment, despite his calm exterior, Housekeeper Zhou was extremely apprehensive inside.

It had only been a little over two months, but the memory of Miss Rong’s ferocity was deeply etched in his bones.

He didn’t want to come, but he couldn’t not come.

After all, he depended on the Zheng Family for his livelihood...especially now, in these difficult times, he had to maintain his position in the Zheng Family, being sure not to anger his master.

Who would have thought...the woman everyone assumed to have died at the claws of a tiger would appear alive and well in town.

Even worse, she looked more celestial than before.

Damn it, just to be seen by Old Master Zheng who happened to be hosting guests at a restaurant.

So, when he saw Miss Rong was leaving, Old Master Zheng ordered him to lead the house servants posthaste to intercept her...they absolutely had to stop her and bring her to the estate.

Thinking this, Housekeeper Zhou steeled himself.

With an authoritative tone, he said, "Miss Rong sitting inside, our Old Master Zheng would like to invite Miss Rong to visit the estate."

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Upon hearing this, Hu Dao, thinking that it wouldn’t do, straightforwardly spurted out one word, "Scram."

He then drew his longsword, a flick of his wrist causing the silver blade to reflect the light directly into Housekeeper Zhou’s eyes.

Housekeeper Zhou, his eyes extremely uncomfortable from the bright light, was blind for a second or two, hastily shielding his eyes with his arm and inadvertently stepping back.

When he no longer felt the refracted sunlight in his eyes, he opened them, about to say something.

Suddenly, an arrow shot out from the carriage, its tip lodging into the hat atop Housekeeper Zhou’s head...

Not only did Housekeeper Zhou turn ashen with fear, but even Hu Dao outside was quite taken aback.

The arrow stuck in the hat...that must mean the archer’s skill was exceedingly remarkable.

Had it been a fraction more powerful, the arrow would have penetrated the hat.

Just right...indicating an astonishing control over the strength of the shot.