Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 182 Canglan Ferry (52)

Jing Chen: "...I didn't intend to do it."

"Then you... oh dear!"

Jing Chen placed his palm on her waist and applied a little pressure, causing Yan Zhen to wince in pain.

Realizing he was massaging her to relax her muscles, she paused briefly before confidently giving him instructions.

"A little higher."

"Be gentle, it hurts if you're too rough."

"Give me a shoulder massage too."

Within a few days, Master Jing's massage skills improved rapidly under Master Yan's tutelage. In Yan Zhen's words, even if the Duke's mansion were to fall into decline one day, he would still be able to make a living with this skill.

Yan Zhen was still busy making all kinds of pills every day. The number of medicine-decocting stoves in the pharmacy increased from one to three. Even Jing Chen would come over to help watch the stoves after his shift.

Seeing the increasing number of pills produced, filling several shelves in the pharmacy, Jing Chen was puzzled: "Why are you making so many pills?"

Yan Zhen said mysteriously, "You'll know in a few days."

When people get busy, they don't have time for mental exhaustion. This applies not only to Yan Zhen but also to Jing Chen.

He was busy at the Ministry of Justice during the day, and after his shift ended at night, Yan Zhen would drag him to the pharmacy to work as free laborers. Even on his days off, he was no exception. For half a month in a row, he simply didn't have time to cause trouble anymore.

One day, Yan Zhen went out to buy some medicine, but he couldn't find it at several pharmacies, which delayed him. When he returned to the Duke's mansion, it was already late. As soon as he got off the carriage, he saw a person sitting on the threshold of the mansion.

Upon seeing her return, the man got up and quickly ran to the carriage. Only then did Yan Zhen realize that it was Jing Chen with a sullen face.

Jingchen reached out and lifted her down from the carriage.

"What are you doing sitting by the door?" Yan Zhen asked.

He's a duke now, how can he sit at the gate like a child? What kind of behavior is that?

Instead of answering, Jing Chen asked, "Didn't you say you were going to buy medicine? Why did it take you so long to come back?"

Yan Zhen explained for a few minutes, and Jing Chen's expression softened slightly after listening.

But back at the pharmacy, he followed her repeatedly, and Yan Zhen almost bumped into him several times when she turned around.

"Why do you always follow me?"

Jing Chen opened his mouth, looking somewhat uncomfortable, but said defiantly, "No, I'm just getting something."

He picked up the palm-leaf fan beside him, turned around, walked to the stove, sat down, and secretly glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

Yan Zhen belatedly realized that Jing Chen seemed to be clinging to her in an abnormal way.

As expected, typhoid fever broke out in the capital after winter began.

Clinics were overflowing with patients, coughing was a common sight on the streets, and even nobles in the palace had fallen ill.

At Yan Zhen's behest, Jing Chen brought the pills and prescription to the palace. After the palace physicians tested the effects, the pills were distributed to the patients in batches.

Thanks to the time bought by this batch of pills, the palace and major medical clinics seized the opportunity to produce more pills according to the prescription. The typhoid epidemic, which used to cause countless deaths and injuries whenever it broke out, was completely brought under control in just half a month this time.

As a result, Jingchen was promoted one rank and received countless gold, silver and treasures as a reward from the palace.

However, when the Emperor sent someone to ask Yan Zhen if she was interested in joining the Imperial Medical Bureau as a female physician to serve the empresses and concubines, she refused.

That night, Yan Zhen lay on the couch, enjoying Jing Chen's massage with his eyes closed, when he suddenly heard Jing Chen ask, "Why did you refuse to go to the Imperial Medical Academy?"

Yan Zhen said lazily, "Too lazy to serve people—move to the right a bit."

Jing Chen moved his hand to the right as instructed, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "But if we go to the Imperial Medical Bureau, we can save more people."

Why should I save more people?

"Isn't this your ideal?"

"Who said this is my ideal?"

"If you don't want to save lives, why did you go to so much trouble to make medicine pills before the typhoid outbreak?"

Yan Zhen patted his hand, signaling him to stop, and turned to look at him: "Have you misunderstood something?"

"Ok?"

"Making medicine was just something I did out of boredom, something to keep myself occupied. I don't have any lofty ideals of saving lives and helping people. I'm not even a good person."

Jing Chen took it as modesty and reached out to pinch her cheek: "Nonsense, you are clearly a kind-hearted person with the world in your heart."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have done so much for the people during the Jin Dynasty.

Yan Zhen slapped his hand away impatiently: "Don't flatter me. If you insist on defining me, just consider me an ordinary, normal person. When I'm bored, I don't mind doing some good deeds to pass the time, that's all."

Jing Chen thought about her words carefully for a moment, then laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

Jingchen lowered his head and kissed her cheek: "You're so free-spirited, I like that about you."

Yan Zhen was taken aback.

She watched as Jing Chen hugged her like a sloth, using both his arms and legs. After kissing her face, he buried his head in her shoulder, and her feelings became complicated.

After spending time together, Jingchen stopped being unreasonable and throwing tantrums. Their daily interactions were no different from those of a normal married couple.

But this is abnormal in itself.

After all, Jing Chen viewed her as an enemy.

What enemy could lie so intimately in the same bed, kissing her every now and then, clinging to her like he has separation anxiety, looking for her everywhere if he doesn't see her for even fifteen minutes?

If this is part of Jing Chen's plan, then isn't his acting too good?

Yan Zhen wasn't the only one with doubts; Zhou Yanqing's system also had them.

Zhou Yanqing's system is called Xiao Lan, and it's known in the Quick Transmigration Division for being oblivious and clueless. Right now, it's urging Jing Chen: "Master, when do we make our move and implement our revenge plan against Miss Yan?"

Jing Chen had heard this sentence several times recently, and replied perfunctorily, "Soon."

"When is it going to be soon?"

Jing Chen grew a little impatient with the persistent questioning: "Are you in a hurry?"

Xiao Lan spoke frankly: "I'm not in a hurry, it's just that I'm not used to it."

"Ok?"

“My host usually completes tasks very quickly, averaging a few hours per task. You’ve been taking too long here, and I’m not used to it.”

Jing Chen: "...Endure it."

Xiao Lan pouted: "You wouldn't be having second thoughts, would you?"

"What do you regret?"

“I don’t think you have any intention of getting revenge on Miss Yan at all,” Xiao Lan said. “It’s more like you’re using this opportunity to stay here and date her.”

Jing Chen: "...Have you ever been beaten up?"

"No, why do you ask that?"

"It seems the people in the Quick Transmigration Division are all of good quality. You've spoken so rudely, yet you've never been beaten up."

Xiao Lan chuckled and pressed on relentlessly, "So, do you actually want to date Miss Yan?"

Jing Chen: "..."

“Wanting to be in a relationship is nothing shameful. You don’t need to be embarrassed to admit it,” Xiao Lan said earnestly. “Miss Yan is so outstanding, it’s normal for you to like her.”

Jing Chen remained silent for a long while, unusually refraining from jumping up and down in anger: "Do you think she would like me?"

Without a second thought, Xiao Lan replied, "No."

Jing Chen: "...Why?"

“Intuition,” Xiao Lan said. “Many people in the Quick Transmigration Division have shown interest in Miss Yan, but she has said that she doesn’t engage in office romances.”