Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

He Qingyu was unaware that someone was racking their brains to save her, even though she couldn't see it.

Wen Zheng thought his daughter's idea was right: to impersonate bandits and kidnap the Gu family. Zhao Yifeng added that kidnapping the Gu family alone would be too conspicuous.

Why not just abduct the entire Feng family, the Song family, and some of the other people in the exile group, in varying amounts?

To deceive others.

Wen Zheng thought it was a good idea. First, her caravan would gather basic intelligence, and then the bandits sent by Zhao Yifeng would take action.

Once the two had made their plans, they sent a message and dispatched men to set off.

Zhao Qi completely trusted her parents, and she continued to get up early every day to practice martial arts, read, eat, and attend classes.

Do what she should be doing now—grow up.

A person's growth can happen in an instant.

He Qingyu was twenty-seven years old before she transmigrated, but she always thought of herself as a child, a baby. Less than half a year after transmigrating, she grew up.

Seeing her father's livid face as he delivered the gifts to her, He Qingyu was secretly delighted.

The water pouch she used was a specially made old cowhide water container, and shoes were also essential for her journey south.

She requested at least seven pairs of hemp shoes with multi-layered soles from Mr. He.

In addition, there were quite a few flatbreads to eat, probably because He's father was really afraid that she would drag the He family into the exile.

Everything was prepared perfectly, and they even gave out the silver notes readily.

"It would have been better if you had done this earlier. I had to threaten you before you agreed. Old He... Father, in business, harmony brings wealth." He Qingyu accepted the gifts.

Seeing that the other members of the exile group were still talking to their families, she began to vent her pent-up anger.

"Look at you, your face is as long as a donkey's. How can others have a good impression of you if they see you treating your own daughter like this?"

"That's definitely not possible."

He Qingyu pointed at her father and slapped her thigh: "If I were grandfather, I would regret handing the family business over to you, Father."

Mr. He was about to get angry and berate his unfilial daughter, but his stepmother stopped him. She stepped forward and, unusually, showed a fawning smile.

"Qingyu, we've done everything you said." This means you can't keep talking nonsense and dragging them down.

He Qingyu patted the dust off her clothes and said sincerely, "Don't worry, I keep my word." She wouldn't feel at ease if any members of the He family were in the exile group with her.

As for the original owner's attitude towards the He family, one word can describe it: a mixture of love and hate.

When He's stepmother received a positive answer, she was truly relieved. She was afraid that her stepdaughter might suddenly go crazy and drag her two children into it.

"Okay, okay, I knew you were a kind and good child."

He's stepmother, along with He's father and her son, turned and left; there was no old affection between them to be rekindled.

"Third Sister-in-law, let's go, stop looking."

Gu Ba Niang noticed that He Qingyu's gaze was fixed on a certain spot, so she went over and reminded her.

He Qingyu turned around and followed her away; her long journey of exile was about to begin.

"I am coming."

Zhao Qi ran to her older sister's yard, where Zhao Yue and Wen Hui were discussing what to sell at their next shop.

A familiar voice called out in my ear.

The two paused for a moment. Wen Hui put down her calligraphy brush, crossed her legs, and said casually, "A-Yue, your little sister is trying to steal me away."

Last time, Zhao Qi listened to her aunt report the accounts while in her aunt's arms. As the amount of money increased, Zhao Qi's eyes widened more and more.

The way she looked at me was exactly the same way she looked at the ribs she loved to eat.

Zhao Yue chuckled: "Didn't you lure her here?" Last time, Wen Hui deliberately gave out the figures so that her sister could hear him clearly.

"Hehe, it really is."

Wen Hui smiled broadly, and Zhao Qi also entered the room, while Ning Pu and Zhao Buqi lagged behind her.

"Sister, Sister Hui."

Zhao Qi first called out to her older sister, then focused her gaze entirely on her cousin, looking at Wen Hui with bright, sparkling eyes.

"What is it, Aqi?" Wen Hui pretended not to know her intentions.

Zhao Qi stepped forward and grabbed Wen Hui's hand with unprecedented enthusiasm. With her other hand, she pushed the table on the soft couch further in and forced herself to sit between the two of them.

Zhao Yue on the left, Wen Hui on the right.

With her back to her older sister, Zhao Qi held her cousin's hand earnestly, "There's something I'd like to discuss with you, cousin. I wonder if Sister Hui would allow it?"

Wen Hui: "..."

That's direct enough!

"What is it? Just tell me."

Zhao Qi looked sincerely into Wen Hui's eyes: "I see that you have a real talent for making money, and I sincerely invite you to join my team."

She originally thought that with her mother around and taking a cut, she wouldn't be short of money.

But she underestimated her cousin's earning power; even a tenth of that amount was too much for her to bear. She couldn't bear to part with such a talented person as her cousin, Ah Hui.

This time, Wen Hui didn't feign ignorance. Instead, he cautiously sized up Zhao Qi and asked, "What price did you offer, A-Qi?"

If someone wants to do something for her, there's always some benefit to be offered.

She wanted to know her price.

Zhao Qi was generous enough to treat talented people, let alone her cousin. She opened her mouth and said, "Minister of Revenue."

The head of one of the six ministries, holding the official rank of the third grade.

She always speaks with a "one".

Wen Hui heard her heart pounding, her eyelashes trembled, and her usual composure crumbled, revealing a smile and joy on her face.

It can't be covered at all.

She didn't speak, but instead took out a blue purse from her sleeve and a round wooden plaque with three connected circles carved on it.

There is also a stamp about the size of a thumb.

Wen Hui gave it to Zhao Qi as a token of her sincerity.

Zhao Qi accepted without hesitation: "Today I plan to take in two hundred children aged six to twelve, teach them martial arts, and have them become my personal guards in the future."

"My cousin's 'wealth' came at just the right time to help me."

Wen Hui smiled broadly: "I'm glad I could help you. From now on, leave the money-making to me, sigh..."

She asked with a hint of doubt, "What should I call you?"

Zhao Buqi answered quickly: "My lord."

Ning Pu nodded in agreement.

Zhao Qi grinned, revealing his bright, even teeth, and radiated joy from head to toe.

Wen Hui stood up, took two steps to the bottom of the steps, straightened her clothes, crossed her arms, bowed her head, cupped her hands, and bent over: "My Lord".

Zhao Yue subconsciously glanced at Ning Pu and Zhao Buqi, who were in the room besides the three of them, and saw that the two of them were very calm.

Zhao Qi also stood up, his smile vanishing completely. He stood up seriously, tiptoeing, and just happened to touch Wen Hui's hand.

She gently lifted him up and made a promise: "If you do not betray me, I will never betray you."

Wen Hui: "If I betray you, may I be struck by lightning and be condemned by heaven and earth."

This is the first time someone has said that she is capable of holding a third-rank official position.

Many years later, Wen Hui still remembers how warm the sun was and how gentle the wind was that day.

The air was filled with the scent of honey that day.

It is unforgettable.