The legitimate daughter returns to the capital and embarks on a splendid life, tearing apart the fak

Yun Jin knew that she couldn't go to the capital using her identity as Yun Jin, and neither the Yun family nor the Chen family had the ability to help her obtain a travel document to the capital.

She had to find another way, and there was only one person she could think of in the county town.

But she can't go dressed like that.

"Damn this space. If only people could go inside," she muttered as she walked, cursing Old Man Yan and Tuoba Hui for tricking her.

King Yama of the Underworld was handling official business when he suddenly sneezed. "Who insulted me?"

Tuoba Hui shrank back guiltily, after all, the girl hadn't asked for people to enter the space, so he hadn't really tricked her.

The night was as dark as ink. Yun Jin walked through the streets and alleys under the hazy moonlight and finally stopped in front of a clothing store.

The shop had already closed, and the doors were tightly shut.

Yun Jin circled around to the side, and with a light leap, she flipped onto the roof like a cat.

She held her breath and carefully lifted a few tiles, peering into the house through the gaps.

By the moonlight, one could see that the shop was simply furnished, with various ready-made clothes hanging on the shelves and some fabric piled up in the corner.

She aimed carefully, landed gently, and barely made a sound when her toes touched the ground.

By the moonlight, she rummaged through the shelves and finally picked out a set of coarse cloth men's clothing. She also found a pair of shoes on the shoe rack next to her. She changed her clothes, untied the bun at the back of her head, let her long hair down, combed her hair into a simple men's bun, and tied it with a cloth strip.

She then took out a piece of charcoal from her spatial storage and, using the moonlight in front of the mirror, thickened her eyebrows, instantly transforming herself into a handsome young man.

After dressing up, she picked out a set of coarse cloth men's clothing from the shelf and put it into her space, which she would change into on the way.

Not knowing how much the two sets of clothes were worth, she took out two taels of silver from her spatial storage and placed them on the counter. Then she left the clothing store the way she came and disappeared silently into the night, heading straight for Scholar Huang's house.

The only person she could think of right now was Scholar Huang.

Huang Xiucai's real name was Huang Weixue. He lived not far from Chen Wencai's house, and the small courtyard was rented.

His family originally lived in the countryside, but in order to allow him to focus on his studies, they gritted their teeth and rented this house in the county town. His mother, Sun, also came to take care of his daily life and could earn some money by doing embroidery for others.

His father and elder brother and sister-in-law farmed in their hometown, and the whole family tightened their belts, hoping that he would one day pass the imperial examination with flying colors.

He has passed the provincial examination this autumn and is now preparing to go to the capital to participate in the metropolitan examination early next year.

As Yun Jin walked to the courtyard gate, she heard low voices coming from inside the house.

"...Don't worry about the expenses, I'll go to your uncle's house and help with the arrangements." It was Huang's mother's voice. "If you really succeed in the imperial examinations, won't they benefit from it too? They'll help."

Huang Weixue shook his head: "Mother, Auntie was unhappy the last few times you went, so let's just forget about it... If it really doesn't work out, we can sell the two mu of paddy fields that belong to me. In any case, we must go to the capital this time; we can't miss the imperial examination."

"No, son, that land is your only property!" Huang's mother exclaimed anxiously. "We can't sell it. Although the land doesn't produce much, it's enough for you to live on for a year."

"I know!" Huang Weixue's voice was filled with deep helplessness. "But what other way is there? Mother, I've studied hard for over ten years, all for this day!"

Silence fell over the room, except for Huang's mother's sighs.

Yun Jin stood outside the door and gently knocked.

A moment later, Huang's mother's voice came: "Who is it?"

"Excuse me, is this Young Master Huang's house?" Yun Jin deliberately lowered her voice to make it sound more like a young man's.

With the sound of footsteps, the door creaked open a crack, and Huang's mother peeked out. Seeing an unfamiliar young man, she asked suspiciously, "Do you need to see my son?"

"Yes, madam. I need to see Young Master Huang; I have important matters to discuss." Yun Jin nodded slightly, her tone respectful.

Huang's mother hesitated for a moment, but seeing that he didn't seem like a bad person, she opened the door and said, "Come in."

Yun Jin thanked her and went inside.

The room was simply furnished, with an old square table and a few chairs on the floor, and a book box in the corner. The most eye-catching thing was a calligraphy scroll hanging on the wall that read "Strive for Excellence and Practice" in vigorous strokes, showing good writing skills.

Huang Weixue was sitting at the table when he saw a strange young man enter. He frowned and asked, "You're looking for me? What's the matter?"

Yun Jin walked to the table and, without beating around the bush, got straight to the point: "I heard that Young Master Huang is going to the capital to take the imperial examination, but he is worried about the travel expenses."

Huang Weixue and his mother exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Before Huang's mother could speak, Huang Weixue raised his hand to stop her. A -5% favorability rating floated above his head, clearly indicating his suspicion of Yun Jin. His gaze fell on Yun Jin: "How did you find out? And what is your purpose in seeking me out?"

"How I know this is not important, but I can help you." Yun Jin met his gaze calmly. "I will cover all your expenses for the journey to the capital, including food, lodging, and travel money. Not only that, I can also guarantee your safety on the road."

"Really?" Huang's mother's eyes lit up, and she instinctively wanted to agree, but Huang Weixue pulled her back.

Huang Weixue looked at Yun Jin, his eyes full of inquiry: "There's no such thing as a free lunch. You're helping me, surely there are conditions involved?"

"Yes," Yun Jin readily admitted. "I wish to accompany you to the capital as your page."

Huang Weixue was stunned, clearly not expecting this condition.

He looked Yun Jin up and down, noticing that although the young man was dressed in coarse cloth, he had a tall and straight posture and clear eyes, unlike an ordinary servant. He became even more puzzled: "If you want to go to the capital, why don't you go by yourself? Why do you insist on following me as a page?"

"To be honest, I have a terrible sense of direction," Yun Jin said somewhat embarrassedly. "I've always gotten lost since I was little, especially when I'm not with anyone. Once I leave the county, I can't tell which way is which. If I went to the capital by myself, I'm afraid I'd get lost before I even got halfway there. With Scholar Huang, at least I won't get lost."

This was partly true and partly false; she did need a legitimate identity to enter Beijing, and her claim of being directionally challenged was just an excuse.

Huang Weixue looked Yun Jin up and down for a moment, his eyes filled with disbelief: "You say you can guarantee safety on the road? You're so thin and weak, what makes you think you can guarantee that?"

Yun Jin smiled, said nothing more, walked to the open space in the room, took a deep breath, and then began to unleash her fists and feet.

She didn't use any fancy kung fu, but rather sharp moves honed in real combat, learned from her master in modern times. Her punches were powerful, her kicks were strong, and her movements were swift and agile, exuding a fierce and sharp aura.

In just a short while, she finished a set of punches, her breathing was steady, her face was not red and she was not out of breath, and she stood firmly in place.

Huang Weixue and his mother were stunned. They hadn't expected the young man to possess such skill. Huang's mother's eyes immediately lit up with surprise and delight: "You must have practiced this kung fu for many years, right?"

At the same time, the favorability rating above his head soared to 49%.