I Transmigrated and Already Had a Wife - Chapter 39.2

Just then, a carriage suddenly rushed out from another street, charging wildly. The coachman whipped the horses while waving his hand at the crowd. “Get out of the way! The horses are out of control! Get out of the way quickly!”

The crowd was immediately thrown into chaos. Those who couldn’t dodge in time were pushed to the ground. Jiang Zhou turned to look for Zhao Shigao, only to see Zhou Huo had already pulled him away, and the two retreated to the edge of the crowd.

Jiang Zhou turned back, her eyes fixed on the carriage. There seemed to be someone inside. If she were to directly knock the horse out, the carriage would definitely flip over. In a flash, before she even had a chance to think, the carriage charged straight toward her. Her body reacted faster than her mind. She leaped up, grabbed the reins tightly, and pulled backward with all her strength. The black horse ran a short distance, its front hooves rearing up in the air, letting out a long neigh, and finally came to a stop.

A layer of cold sweat beaded on Jiang Zhou’s forehead. She felt a sense of relief from near-death. In those few seconds, she had nearly been separated from Lin Muwan forever.

She took a long breath. Zhao Shigao ran up, patted her shoulder, and asked with concern, “Are you alright?”

Jiang Zhou shook her head, looking at him.

She was still in a state of shock and couldn’t speak.

The carriage stopped. The coachman climbed down, trembling, clearly very frightened as well.

He leaned on the carriage panel to recover for a long while before coming over to express his gratitude to Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou had also recovered by then and waved her hand.

The coachman exclaimed, “Your hand…”

It was then that Jiang Zhou noticed her wrist was cut at some point. Bright red blood stained a large area, looking quite alarming.

When she moved it slightly, “Hiss~” she drew a sharp breath, forced a smile, and said, “It’s nothing.”

Zhao Shigao looked at her hand with worry, clearly unconvinced. Just as he was about to speak, a clear female voice came from inside the carriage, “A’Da, ask the gentleman to come into the carriage to talk.”

Why get into the carriage?

Jiang Zhou quickly shook her head. “I said I’m fine. Well, we have other things to do, so we’ll take our leave. Goodbye, goodbye.”

As she spoke, she grabbed Zhao Shigao’s sleeve and quickly left.

She didn’t want any involvement with anyone. Besides, she hadn’t deliberately saved anyone just now; the carriage happened to be rushing toward her, and she stopped the horse out of self-preservation.

How could one call this saving someone? She felt completely undeserving.

“Hey, Gentleman…” The coachman named A’Da wanted to reach out and stop her, but he was worried about being rude. His hand was suspended in mid-air as the person vanished into the crowd.

“Miss, he’s gone.”

“Send someone to investigate.”

“Yes.”

Because of the accident, Jiang Zhou’s hand was injured, so she returned to the General’s Residence with Zhao Shigao.

“Is your hand really alright? Should we get the household doctor to take a look?” Zhao Shigao asked worriedly.

“No need. It just looks scary. It’s actually not serious. Oh, and you absolutely must not tell Wanwan about this, lest she worry.”

“Oh.” Zhao Shigao nodded, but thought to himself, ‘Is this really, okay?’

“Alright, I’m fine. I’ll go back to my room to rest first. Remember, you absolutely must not say anything.” Jiang Zhou turned back to instruct him, then dove into the room, pulled out her travel bag, and fumbled for a porcelain bottle. Looking closely, wasn’t it the one Lin Muwan used on her yesterday?

She felt a moment of helplessness. Injured two days in a row. Fortunately, she was often injured when playing sports before, so this small injury was routine for her. Her only worry was that Lin Muwan would be distressed if she saw it.

She endured the pain and wiped away the blood, revealing a bloody and raw patch of flesh. The injury must have been caused when she accidentally scraped her wrist on the carriage while pulling the reins. She hadn’t felt it at the time, but now that the initial shock had worn off,

It truly hurts.

Especially when applying the medicine, the icy coldness stung the wound, making her hand tremble uncontrollably. After finally applying the medicine, Jiang Zhou felt like she had nearly lost half her life. Fortunately, Lin Muwan wasn’t around.

After tidying up, she lay on the bed, recalling the frightening incident earlier. She still felt a sense of dread, but thankfully, there was no serious harm.

After a long while, her mood finally calmed down somewhat.

With one matter settled, she couldn’t help but think of another. Today, she heard some inner thoughts of the people in the General’s Residence. That Zhao Mao clearly didn’t want them to leave the residence, and then there were Zhou Huo’s strange inner thoughts. She couldn’t figure it out, but she vaguely felt it was related to Zhao Mao and Zhao Shigao.

But judging from Zhao Shigao, he seemed no different than before. She guessed Zhao Shigao was not aware of Zhao Mao’s affairs.

In the dream, Zhao Shigao was the Crown Prince’s man, helping the Crown Prince commit many wicked deeds. The Fourth Prince was the one vying for the throne with the Crown Prince, and the true destiny’s darling next to Lin Muwan was the Fourth Prince, who would eventually ascend the throne.

After he ascended the throne, the fates of his brothers were miserable. Of course, he didn’t spare Zhao Mao, Lin Muwan’s uncle, either.

Since she transmigrated, many things had changed. For instance, the so-called true destiny’s darling, the Fourth Prince, who should have appeared in Linyang County, hadn’t shown up yet. And Lin Muwan and she were emotionally connected, so there was no room for that true destiny’s darling in their relationship.

Will Lin Muwan still have any interactions with the Fourth Prince later on?

And how should she acquire the evidence to save Lin Father? In the dream, Lin Muwan obtained it through one of Zhao Mao’s trusted subordinates. Where is this person now?

In the dream, Zhao Mao and others were besieged in Qingzhou by the Fourth Prince’s men. To escape, Zhao Mao used Zhao Shan’s family as bait to lure away the pursuers. This act enraged Zhao Shan, which is how Lin Muwan had the chance to get the evidence.

Since the events in the dream haven’t occurred, how should she obtain the evidence now?

Knowing the evidence is in Zhao Mao’s hands, there’s no immediate need to go to the capital. It won’t be too late to go after obtaining the evidence.

For now, she still needs to find a way to temporarily prevent Lin Muwan from leaving.

Just then, the door opened from the outside. A graceful figure entered, backlit by the sun, as if outlined in gold.

Seeing the person, Jiang Zhou scrambled up from the bed, quickly pulled her sleeve down, hiding her hand behind her back. She smiled and said, “Why were you gone so long? I missed you.”

She genuinely missed her very much. Since breakfast, Lin Muwan had been busy, preventing her from finding a chance to talk to her.

How frustrating!

“I heard you went out with Cousin today.” Lin Muwan poured a cup of tea from the table, sipped it, and sat down on a round stool.

Jiang Zhou’s heart skipped a beat. She cleared her throat, got off the bed, moved a stool next to her, leaned over, and rubbed her face against Lin Muwan’s arm, saying a little playfully, “It was boring. I thought of you doing everything.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Muwan’s cheeks flushed. She glared at her, then looked away, sighing internally. This scoundrel talks so recklessly.

She pursed her lips; regretting having come to see her. Her face turned serious. “Sit properly.”

Jiang Zhou wasn’t upset. She sat up straight with a grin, her face rosy from the charcoal stove. She beamed. “Are you done with your tasks, Wife?”

Lin Muwan: “Mhm. I just finished talking with Mother. We’ll set off the day after tomorrow.”

“Huh?” Jiang Zhou’s expression froze. Her mind raced. Oh no, I haven’t figured out a way yet. What should I do?

Feeling anxious, she grabbed Lin Muwan’s fair wrist, but unexpectedly pulled at her injury. Her expression instantly twisted in pain.

Lin Muwan frowned, turned her hand to grab Jiang Zhou’s hand, and with the other, lifted her sleeve. White cloth strips were stained with mottled blood.

Jiang Zhou instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Lin Muwan held her down, her face immediately turning cold, her eyes slightly narrowed. “Don’t move!”

Lin Muwan bit her lip and unwrapped the cloth strip. The flesh beneath was raw and bloody again. Lin Muwan’s expression changed, and her eyes grew colder.

“Wife, it doesn’t hurt. I just accidentally scraped it. It looks scary, but it’s really not serious.” Jiang Zhou watched her eyes carefully, knowing she was worried. She didn’t dare to provoke her now, enduring the pain strongly.

Lin Muwan stopped looking at her, summoned a maid, gave a few instructions, and the maid hurriedly rushed out. In a moment, the maid returned, followed by a middle-aged man carrying a medicine box on his back. He gave Lin Muwan a slight bow.

“Her hand is injured. Please help take a look, Doctor.”

“Ah, yes.” The household doctor put down his medicine box, bent down, and examined Jiang Zhou’s hand for a while. He then turned and took out a cotton-like object from the medicine box and wiped the wound. When the white flesh was visible, he clearly saw the injury. He said, “Young Miss, don’t worry. It’s just a scrape. Applying some medicine will be fine.”

Hearing the doctor’s words, Jiang Zhou felt a little reassured. She smiled and said, “Wife, see? I told you it was nothing. It really doesn’t hurt; it just looks scary.”

The next second, “Hiss~” Jiang Zhou looked at the wound. The household doctor had a bottle of medicine in his hand at some point. A white powder was sprinkled on the wound, causing a stinging pain.

“I’ll do it.” Lin Muwan said with a cold face, taking the medicine bottle from the doctor’s hand. Seeing the raw, bloody wound on her wrist, a wave of irritation surged in her heart.

Her face grew colder, making Jiang Zhou increasingly uneasy. Watching the medicine powder being sprinkled on the wound, she remained motionless, gritting her teeth to endure it.

Seeing her demeanor, Lin Muwan immediately softened, yet couldn’t help being angry with her—angry that she didn’t take care of herself. A girl with a scar, no matter where it was, didn’t look good.

Yet, this person acted as if she didn’t care, which made Lin Muwan even angrier.

“The Young Master-in-law’s injury has been treated. I shall take my leave now.” The household doctor said.

Since the Young Miss was personally applying medicine to her husband, there was no need for him to stay here. He might even be disturbing the young couple. The doctor was happy.

“Thank you for coming all this way, Doctor.”

Lin Muwan got up and said to the maid outside the door, “See the doctor out.”

“I take my leave.” The doctor carried his medicine box, and the maid led the way out.

Once the person left, the room instantly fell silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop. One was guilty and dared not look up, and the other had a cold face. The atmosphere was silent.

Lin Muwan sat down in front of the table, her expression stern. Jiang Zhou lowered her head. Before Lin Muwan could ask, she had to tell her the entire story.

Lin Muwan’s heart pounded as she listened, filled with dread. She pressed her fingers together, trying to calm herself down.

There was no extra emotion on her face. Jiang Zhou couldn’t gauge her mood, but seeing that she hadn’t spoken for a long time, she grew anxious. She reached out and pulled Lin Muwan’s sleeve, calling out somewhat petulantly, “Wife…”

Her peach blossom eyes looked like those of a puppy. Lin Muwan’s heart ached, and her eyes felt slightly warm. She didn’t know what to say. She rested her head on Jiang Zhou’s shoulder, and after a moment, her clear, cold voice carried a hint of grievance. “Don’t ever make me worry again.”

“Okay.” Jiang Zhou promised.

For the sake of her Wanwan, she would take good care of herself from now on.

In the evening, a servant of the General’s Residence delivered a letter to Jiang Zhou. Jiang Zhou looked confused, shaking the letter in her hand. “Wife, could this have been delivered to the wrong person? I don’t know anyone here.”

Lin Muwan glanced at it and replied indifferently, “Mhm, perhaps.”

Should I open it?

Jiang Zhou looked at her, then at the letter in her hand, hesitating about whether to open it.

“Open it and see,” Lin Muwan said.

Isn’t this inappropriate?

What if it contains someone’s secret? It would be bad if I read it.

She looked up and met Lin Muwan’s scrutinizing gaze.

Alright, she admitted, it’s actually not so bad. If she didn’t open it, how would she know the letter’s owner? And how would she help it find its rightful owner?

This was absolutely not motivated by her curiosity.

So, under Lin Muwan’s watchful eye, Jiang Zhou opened the letter. Upon seeing the content, she was instantly stunned.

This is…