Chapter 1: Transmigration

“Miss! Miss! What’s wrong with you?” A startled cry came from inside a moving carriage.

“Who’s talking…? My head hurts so much…” Shen Yiran struggled to lift her eyelids. The swaying bridal sedan made it feel as though her skull were splitting apart.

She rubbed her forehead. Just then, her fingers brushed against the hairpin in her hair. Feeling around again, she discovered a piece of cloth covering her head, something like a silk veil. She was instantly puzzled. Whenever she went on missions, the only thing she carried besides her firearm was absolutely nothing else.

Shen Yiran abruptly opened her eyes and tore off the red bridal veil. The first thing she saw was a young girl dressed as a maid, gripping her arm and shaking it anxiously.

The moment the girl saw Shen Yiran awake, the girl finally relaxed a little. Tears still clung to her cheeks as she anxiously asked.

“Miss! Are you feeling unwell anywhere? You scared this servant to death!”

At that instant, a flood of memories that did not belong to her rushed into her mind.

The original owner of this body was also named Shen Yiran. She was the Eldest Legitimate Daughter of the Minister of Revenue’s residence. Her mother had died from complications during childbirth, and Concubine Lan had branded her an ill omen. As a result, she had been sent away to be raised in the countryside from a young age.

A month ago, after she came of age, her father, Shen Huaixin, had finally sent people to bring her back from the countryside.

She had thought she would finally live a life of luxury, only to discover that her father intended to curry favor with Crown Prince Yinreng by forcing her to marry the crippled heir of the Prime Minister’s residence as a bride to ward off misfortune.

Having grown up in the countryside, the original Shen Yiran had a massive poisonous tumor covering the left side of her face. It concealed half her features, and children would burst into tears the moment they saw her.

These experiences had shaped her into a timid, submissive girl who accepted every injustice without resistance.

Just before she boarded the bridal carriage today, Concubine Lan had secretly poisoned her tea. The poison was supposed to take effect only after they reached the Prime Minister’s residence, but the original Shen Yiran’s body had been far too frail. She died from the poison before the carriage even arrived.

As for Shen Yiran herself, she had been a military doctor in a modern special forces unit. During a mission, the vehicle she was riding in exploded, and when she awoke, she had transmigrated into this body.

The anxious, tearful girl before her was Yun’er. Two years younger than the original Shen Yiran, she was the daughter of Nanny Rong, who had once served Shen Yiran’s mother.

Nanny Rong had shared a deep bond with her late mistress. Upon hearing that Shen Yiran was to be married, she had pleaded with Minister Shen to allow Yun’er to accompany her as part of the bridal entourage.

After sorting through the memories, Shen Yiran’s emotions became rather complicated.

She silently cursed whoever controlled transmigration, convinced they must have held a grudge against her. Otherwise, why would they throw her into a situation where her life was in danger the moment she arrived?

At this point, all she could do was adapt to whatever came her way.

“Yun’er, don’t cry. I’m fine.” Shen Yiran gently patted the back of her hand to comfort her.

She looked around the carriage. It clearly did not belong to the Minister of Revenue’s residence. It was an old rented carriage that creaked loudly with the slightest movement.

It was obvious how little the original owner was valued by her family. Even on her final journey, she had been treated so miserably.

A violent wave of pain suddenly exploded inside her head, causing Shen Yiran to curl into a ball as her entire body trembled uncontrollably.

Taking advantage of the moment, she quickly checked her own pulse.

“Damn…” She couldn’t help cursing.

That Concubine Lan was truly ruthless. The poison she’d used was Heartbreak Grass, and in an extremely heavy dose at that.

The poison was vicious beyond compare. Without taking the antidote within four hours, the victim would undoubtedly die once the toxin fully erupted.

Despair washed over her.

If she were still in the modern world, she could induce vomiting or perform gastric lavage. But now, she had absolutely nothing.

Suddenly, a blinding white light flashed before her eyes.

Instinctively, Shen Yiran closed them.

About five breaths later, when she opened them again, she found herself standing inside the military clinic from her special forces unit.

Could it be… the clinic transmigrated with me?

The thought filled her with overwhelming joy. She pinched her own cheek.

It hurt.

This was real.

Shen Yiran cautiously reached out a hand.

To her surprise, she was actually able to touch the objects inside.

She originally intended to retrieve a set of silver acupuncture needles, but Yun’er was still inside the carriage. She was afraid of frightening the girl. Yet removing the poison was an urgent matter, so an idea suddenly came to her.

“Yun’er, I’d like some water.”

“Yes, Miss.” Yun’er immediately turned around to fetch the water pouch.

The instant Yun’er turned her back, Shen Yiran swiftly struck the back of her neck with a precise chop. Completely bewildered, Yun’er slowly collapsed to the floor.

Without wasting another second, Shen Yiran retrieved the Thirteen Soul-Shocking Needles from her Space.

She was intimately familiar with this set of silver needles. Ever since she was three years old, she had studied acupuncture under her grandfather. Before transmigrating, she had already mastered the technique to perfection.

However, this body was still the original owner’s, merely inhabited by her soul. As a result, her movements while using the Thirteen Soul-Shocking Needles were somewhat unfamiliar. Coupled with the poison coursing through her body, her reactions had already begun to slow.

She didn’t have much time left.

Quickly removing her outer robe and rolling up the sleeves of her inner garment, she inserted the needles into acupoints such as Dihe and Wenliu with remarkable speed. After leaving them in place for a brief moment, she withdrew each needle one by one.

By then, sweat had already soaked her entire body.

“This body’s far too weak. Sure, the Thirteen Soul-Shocking Needles consume a great deal of stamina, but I shouldn’t be this exhausted. Looks like I’ll have to properly nurse this body back to health in the future.”

Shen Yiran picked up the red bridal veil and wiped the sweat from her face.

Though she still felt weak, every trace of poison had already been eliminated from her body, and she felt considerably more energetic.

Just as she finished putting her outer robe back on and was about to wake Yun’er, the carriage window was suddenly yanked open.

A dark figure tumbled inside.

Before Shen Yiran could scream, a sharp dagger was pressed beneath her chin.

“If you don’t want to die, don’t make a sound,” the man in black threatened in a low voice.

Heavens… could my luck get any worse?

I’m barely clinging to life, and now someone’s threatening to kill me? Is the heavens really determined not to let me live? 

In the next instant, Shen Yiran caught the strong scent of blood.

“You’re injured?” she asked in confusion.

Her instincts as a doctor immediately made her want to examine his wounds.

Behind the silver mask, the man in black’s eyes were filled with vigilance. The hand pressing the dagger against her chin tightened further, while black blood dripped steadily from his hand.

He’s poisoned!

Shen Yiran immediately reached that conclusion.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when the hand holding the dagger suddenly went limp.

With a clang, the dagger fell onto the carriage floor.

The man collapsed headfirst onto Shen Yiran.

Using every ounce of strength she had left, Shen Yiran managed to lay him flat.

Borrowing the faint light filtering into the carriage, she realized he was actually a young man. A sword had pierced his right shoulder. The hilt had been broken off, leaving the blade completely embedded inside.

His injuries were extremely serious.

If the poisoned sword wasn’t removed immediately, he probably wouldn’t survive another two hours.

The carriage continued jolting along the road.

Shen Yiran found herself at loss.

How was she supposed to perform surgery in such a violently shaking carriage?

Operating in such a violently shaking carriage was simply impossible. Even if she forcibly pulled out the sword, the man would most likely die from infection.

If only we were inside the clinic…

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness swept over her.

Instinctively, Shen Yiran grabbed hold of the man in black.

When the dizziness subsided, the two of them were standing inside the medical clinic.

My goodness… what’s going on?

I can enter the Space simply by thinking about it… and I can even bring other people inside.

There was no time to dwell on it.

Saving his life came first.

She quickly looked around.

The clinic was exactly the same as it had been before she transmigrated.

She immediately examined the man.

Fortunately, the sword had missed his heart. Had it been even a fraction of an inch closer, not even the immortals could have saved him.

Just as Shen Yiran was preparing to operate, something important suddenly occurred to her.

Earlier, she had deliberately held back when striking Yun’er. Judging by the time, the girl would be waking up soon.

She couldn’t allow Yun’er to wake up and discover she had disappeared.

Otherwise, there would be no way to explain everything.

She immediately flashed out of the Space, let Yun’er inhale a little sleeping incense, then swiftly returned.

Shen Yiran prepared all the medicine and surgical instruments she would need.

To prevent the man from waking during the operation, she administered anesthesia.

About an hour later, the surgery was finally completed successfully.

Shen Yiran was utterly exhausted.

Even in her previous life, she had never been this tired.

Calculating the time, the carriage should be arriving at the Prime Minister’s residence soon.

But the man had just undergone surgery.

If she removed him from the Space now, he would certainly die.

Wouldn’t all her efforts have been wasted?

After some thought, she decided to leave him inside the Space.

Given his condition, he wouldn’t regain consciousness for at least two days. She would wait until she found a suitable place before moving him outside.

Shen Yiran transferred him to the intensive care unit, connected him to oxygen support, and only then left the Space.

The moment she returned, Yun’er happened to wake up.

“Miss, why did I faint? I… I think someone hit me just now.” Yun’er rubbed the back of her neck, which was still sore.

“No one hit you. You bumped into the wall of the carriage.”

Yun’er still looked dazed, silently blaming herself for being so clumsy.

“Miss, your water.” She hadn’t forgotten to hand the water pouch to her mistress.

Having sweated so much, Shen Yiran was genuinely thirsty.

She took the pouch and gulped down several mouthfuls.

“Miss, Miss, slow down. Don’t choke.” Yun’er gently patted her back.

At that very moment, the carriage suddenly came to an abrupt stop.

Caught off guard by the momentum, Shen Yiran nearly slammed into the side of the carriage.

She quickly steadied herself by grabbing onto Yun’er before finally managing to sit upright once more.