Chapter 1: Starts with a retribution

“My head hurts so much.
If I knew, I wouldn’t have drank so much last night.”

Gu Qing’an’s head felt sluggish, as if she’d been hit with a hammer.

She felt as if she were lying on the floor, with the cold penetrating her body.
She opened her eyes, raised herself up with her hands, and stood barely upright.

When she looked around, she saw old wooden furniture and half a candle on the bedside candlestick.
She could see that the night was still bright through the window.

The room looked like it had been robbed.

“Where is this?” Gu Qing’an was a little confused.

Her head hurt in the back region.
Gu Qingan touched the back of her head with her

But, she felt something warm on her hand.

Blood! Gu Qing’an felt scared.

Her mind started racing , and a lot of memories came flooding back to her.

Gu Qing’an, 16 years old.

Pingzhou, Quan’an County, Northern Dacheng Kingdom.
She was the eldest daughter of the Gu family in Black River city.
She had studied abroad for many years.
This world resembled ancient China, but there were distinctions.
In general, men and women were treated equally, and women were permitted to study and take the imperial exam.

A few days ago, Gu Qing’an received a letter from her family asking her to return home as soon as possible.
Despite the fact that her family did not specify the reason, the tone of the letter was urgent, so she decided to return home.

At that time, she was on her way home and resting at an inn.

Have I transmigrated? Furthermore, my gender has changed!

After years of online reading, she reluctantly accepted the reality.
Nevertheless, there were more important things in front of her.

“Why does my head have blood on it?”

Gu Qingan frowned and had a bad feeling in her heart.

She had heard a lot of scary stories about ancient daylight robberies.

She tried to recall her memory, but she only remembered the time when she went to bed last night.

“This is trouble…” Gu Qing’an got up and looked for a clean white cloth to wipe the blood off her head.

“That’s right!! Uncle Zhao.” Gu Qing’an’s eyes brightened up; she obviously did not return home alone.

How could they allow a young lady who had received attention since she was a child to travel home alone?

This was, indeed, the best approach to go.

Uncle Zhao, whose real name was Zhao Chiling, was a martial artist that the Gu family had hired for a long time.
He wandered in the Jianghu when he was young.
The way he used his sword was also well-known in Black River City.
He was getting older now, but he was still strong for his age.

Originally, it was Uncle Zhao who accompanied Gu Qing’an to the county city to study, and this time he also came with a letter to pick up Gu Qing’an and go home.

As soon as she thought of this, Gu Qing’an immediately took action.

The corridor was strangely quiet as she walked out of her room.
The floor appeared to be old, and the creaking sound continued to echo as she walked.

“I remember Uncle Zhao sleeping next door.” Gu Qing’an walked to his door and knocked twice.

“Uncle Zhao, are you there? It’s me, Gu Qing’an.”

There was silence in the room.

Bang! Bang!

Two more knocks.

“Uncle Zhao? Uncle Zhao?”

Gu Qing’an inhaled deeply and pushed hard.


The door was pushed open.

Gu Qing’an’s pupils constricted, and a cold chill ran down her spine.

The room was full of blood.
Uncle Zhao lay motionless on the ground, his eyes widened, and his face was bruised.
Even his usual sword was dropped aside, and a bloody hole could be seen in his chest.

Gu Qingan’s body trembled violently.
She was an ordinary person in her previous life, and she couldn’t analyse any clues, but she understood that this Inn was very dangerous.

Subconsciously, she wanted to leave the Inn immediately, but she held back herself.

Undoubtedly, the Inn was dangerous, but so was the wilderness.

Besides, she was not dead yet, which meant that at least the danger would  not break out immediately.
She must gather supplies before leaving; else, going into the wild would be equal to committing suicide.

She walked forward with fear and closed uncle Zhao’s eyes.
“Sorry, rest in peace.”.
Gu Qing’an, who transmigrated, did not have strong sentiments for uncle Zhao, but she could not bear seeing someone of the same kind die horribly before her eyes

After that, she looked around the room, but all she could find were a few silvers and some dry food on the nightstand.

Putting these in the bag, Gu Qingan was about to leave.
After thinking about it, she picked up the sword on the ground, took a cloth, and wiped off the blood on it.

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