Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

Chapter 1218: Chapter 1128: Female Prime Minister 66

As night fell, everyone lay in bed asleep, except for Yin Shuangshuang, who still had her eyes open, her mind racing with thoughts, leaving her unable to sleep.

On this journey, Yin Shuangshuang had encountered no fewer than five groups intercepting them under the guise of searching for bandits. It was clearly impossible to proceed.

Not everyone could be as easily swayed by beauty as Fang Yong. Disguise was not foolproof; if someone chose to kill rather than risk letting them go, they would be in danger.

The only plan now was to exploit the blind spot that Fang Yong was one of their own and hide in his residence, remaining unseen under the light.

Of course, this was not a long-term solution, but the next steps would depend on whether Yan Qi and the others could complete their assigned tasks.

The next day, Fang Yong brought a doctor to treat Yin Shuangshuang. This doctor was the same one who had treated Yin Shuangshuang when she first entered the Capital City.

The doctor had already been bribed by Yin Shuangshuang in advance. Luo Linlang had casually mentioned yesterday that she had heard of this doctor’s excellent medical skills, and sure enough, Fang Yong brought him along today.

Yin Shuangshuang was genuinely ill — her health was poor, and her excessive worrying made her feel particularly unwell, though she forced herself not to show it.

The doctor, skilled in distinguishing gender through pulse-taking, would naturally not expose Yin Shuangshuang’s true feminine identity, but diligently took her pulse and prescribed medicine.

It must be said that this doctor’s medical skills were indeed impressive.

Given Yin Shuangshuang’s condition, ordinary doctors would be hesitant to prescribe medicine, yet this doctor’s prescription was quite effective. After taking one dose, Yin Shuangshuang felt much more relaxed.

Outside, Fang Yong chatted contentedly with Luo Linlang. Although Luo Linlang quickly retreated, Fang Yong did not mind. A decent girl from a respectable family would certainly not be as passionate as a brothel girl.

Luo Linlang was willing to exchange a few words with him, indicating some affection; otherwise, she wouldn’t blushingly talk to him each time.

Fang Yong stroked his smooth chin, acknowledging that while he wasn’t exceptionally handsome, he had a certain youthful charm. The women he had encountered before quite liked his face.

Furthermore, Fang Yong was always good at sweet-talking women, often winning their hearts with his words alone.

Although the young girl was stunningly beautiful, captivating countless men, even the most beautiful girl, if she wasn’t a brothel woman, would stay sheltered, unseen by the world, and rarely meet men.

Well-bred ladies seldom left their carriages when venturing out, naively easily charmed by someone like him.

Confident that he had won over Luo Linlang, Fang Yong left, albeit reluctantly. This Miss Luo was a decent girl from a good family, so he knew not to be rash.

Fang Yong genuinely wanted to marry this beautiful and agreeable woman, though he could propose straightforwardly, it lacked romance.

He envisioned a harmonious relationship post-marriage, unlike his first wife, a shrew who controlled everything, even going crazy if he glanced at another woman.

Since he intended to win her affection before marriage, he knew to take things slowly. According to the doctor, the beauty’s brother needed rest before continuing their journey, so he had time.

After sending Fang Yong off, Luo Linlang wore an expression of disdain. She had seen many men like Fang Yong.

Naturally flirtatious and lacking seriousness, he was infatuated by her looks, pretending to be a lovestruck good man, but it was because he hadn’t succeeded in his pursuit yet.

If he did manage to marry her, seeing her every day would diminish her beauty’s novelty, eventually replaced by a new allure in his eyes.

So despite Fang Yong’s moderate good looks, humorous demeanor, and considerate gestures, Luo Linlang found him beneath her notice, without any romantic inclinations.

This was why Yin Shuangshuang insisted on hiring a brothel’s top card — being adored for her beauty, she wouldn’t be swayed by a few flattering words from a man.

An ordinary girl, even if pretty, but unacquainted with men’s advances, could easily fall prey to someone like Fang Yong.

After all, men in this era had no concept of romance, nor understood lowering themselves before women, so encountering an exception, especially an official, would naturally stir young hearts.

In the following days, Fang Yong visited daily. Sometimes he encountered Luo Linlang, sometimes not. Luo Linlang skillfully maintained control, keeping Fang Yong captivated.

A fortnight passed quickly, and Fang Yong uncharacteristically missed visiting for two days. When he returned, his face bore a slight look of concern despite his usual levity with Luo Linlang.

Luo Linlang offered him fruit, asking with concern, ”Brother Fang, you seem troubled. Have you encountered something upsetting?”

Fang Yong felt flattered, thinking Miss Luo was genuinely concerned, moving him closer to winning his beauty.

Yet, despite his fantasies, Fang Yong maintained a worried façade as he confided in Luo Linlang—men complaining to women often fosters intimacy.

”Oh, it’s just that our county has suddenly seen an influx of refugees, claiming a disaster struck nearby, leaving crops unharvested.

The County Magistrate there is incompetent and greedy, not even digging a deep well despite years of calamity, now waterless.

The fields are barren without irrigation, and this year has been dire, with no water even to drink, yet the magistrate refuses to open granaries for relief.

For the sake of his career, he doesn’t report the catastrophe, forcing the disaster-stricken common people to pay taxes in full, a death sentence.

With no other way to survive, these refugees set out for the Capital City, begging along the way, disturbing towns and villages.

In recent days, I’ve been busy maintaining order. After all, when people are starving, morals and humanity give way, and they’ll do anything to fill their bellies. Without vigilance, who knows what desperate acts they might commit?”

Luo Linlang showed timely surprise and sympathy: ”Those refugees are so pitiful. They’ve already suffered disaster, now heading to the Capital City with no Silver—it truly could lead to starvation!”