The Survival Rules of an Unfavored Daughter

  Finally, with a two-vote advantage, she achieved an overwhelming victory. With great excitement and joy, she directed the little servants to carry firecrackers to an open area at the back of the mountain, where she wildly let loose and shouted towards the distant high mountains: "Damn this ancient era! Damn this polygamous system! Damn this rigid and strict place! And damn this broken place that's not suitable for women! And those bastards who often cause her trouble!" She continued shouting until the moon rose to the top of her head, exhausting herself. Only then did she reluctantly return to the general's mansion.

  To welcome General Fu, Zhiyi went to the Governor's mansion that evening and expected to return very late. As usual, he let the kitchen not prepare his share, had dinner alone in Linlang Garden, and had nothing to do. As usual, he played Yezi cards with several maids, and as usual, he was on a winning streak, winning many small silver and copper coins, and was overjoyed. Having won some money, Zhiyi planned to take the maids out for a good time the next day and get some fresh air.

  On the second day, as promised, they changed into their going-out clothes, took Xiang, Ling, and Yuqin, the three maids, and all got into a carriage. Originally, they had only planned to take a stroll down the main street and visit some famous scenic spots in the area.

  It just so happened that today was not a good day, and at a small mountain pass, I suddenly heard the sound of swords clashing in front of me. On one side were warriors wearing uniform black armor, while on the other side were a group of people wearing animal hides, tall and burly, dressed in simple attire. Liu Daqiang, the seventh-rank official who was guarding the emotions, took a glance and suddenly let out a shrill cry: "This is not good, it's the Tartars."

  Just as they were still confused about what was going on, Liu Daqiang suddenly shouted in a shrill voice: "Oh no, it's actually the King of Jing."

  As soon as he heard Li Xiao's name, his head involuntarily shrunk back, and he let out a mournful sigh. He didn't dare to think about how awkward it would be. He hastily looked out the window, and indeed, from a distance, among the crowd of people fighting, he could easily pick out Li Xiao. It wasn't that this person was too handsome or had an overly unique temperament, but rather that he was dressed in such a flashy and attention-seeking manner that he had been mistaken for a wealthy target by the Tartars and robbed.

  "Brother Liu, it seems like Li Xiang's side is at a disadvantage, this isn't good."

  "Miss, let's just forget about it and hurry back. If we're late, we won't be able to get out of here."

  Like a clear nod, Li Xiu's side had only more than 20 people, but the Tartars had over a hundred people. Although Li Xiu's martial arts were not bad, these guards were also good hands that could hold off ten with one, but they couldn't withstand the other side's rotating attacks. Many of them already had injuries on their bodies. The Tartars' cruel nature was indeed notorious, and it was estimated that if there were no reinforcements, Li Xiu would have been in a precarious situation today.

  Liu Daqiang's expression also became slightly anxious, seeing Li Xiong at a disadvantage. He hastily gritted his teeth and ordered the nearby soldier: "Quickly go notify the nearby garrison that the Tartars have invaded, the King of Jing is surrounded, and hurry to send people to rescue him." Then he said to Ruqing: "Miss, this place is not suitable for staying for a long time. I will escort you to a safe place first."

  Ruyi nodded, and with a restless heart, she sat back in the carriage. The carriage turned around, preparing to head towards a safer place. Unfortunately, it was one step too late, as the Tartar leader who was besieging Li Xiao also discovered Ruyi's group of people and horses.

  Liu Daqiang saw the situation and secretly thought it was not good. He loudly ordered the coachman to drive the carriage, and they followed behind.

  The carter wiped the sweat from his forehead, cracked the whip on the horse's buttocks, and hurriedly galloped back. Liu Daqiang, while reining in his horse to proceed forward, explained to Ruoxi inside the carriage: "Miss, these are Mongolians, who burn, kill, loot, and commit all sorts of evil deeds. It's just unknown how they ended up running here."

  As if he had heard that the Mongols were born cruel and killed people like hemp, Liu Daqiang was so scared that his face turned pale and he quickly shrank back into the car, hoping to enter the city as soon as possible.

  Unfortunately, heaven did not comply with their wishes. When that group of Tartars saw the romantic horse carriage and Liu Daqiang's party, they were like cats seeing mice, excitedly yelling as they charged towards Ruyi.

  Liu Daqiang's face changed, and he shouted at the coachman to continue driving the horse, telling Ruyi to be careful and hide in the carriage, not allowing her to stick her head out. Then, he took an arrow from behind his back and inserted it into the horse's buttocks, causing the horse to cry out in pain and continue running quickly. Unfortunately, although Ruyi's horse was fast, it couldn't outrun the Tartar horses, and soon they caught up with Liu Daqiang and his group. Liu Daqiang looked at the thirty or so Tartar iron cavalry, then at their own ten or more guards, as well as the weak and delicate women in Ruyi's carriage, gritted his teeth, and ordered a few soldiers to guard Ruyi while he led the majority of people, turning his horse around to charge towards the Tartars.

  Liu Daqiang, with his tall and strong physique, grasping two large mallets, charged into the Tartar army with a majestic momentum. In no time, two Tartars were knocked off their horses, and the rest of the soldiers joined in the battle, relieving the Tartars' attack. Seeing the horse carriage running far away, Liu Daqiang slightly relaxed his breath, continuing to yell loudly as he swung his mallets wildly, fighting with abandon.

  As she poked her head out of the carriage, her heart was extremely nervous. Liu Daqiang was going to have their side's over ten people fight to the death with the other side's tens of iron cavalrymen. Her heart was filled with regret and hatred. If she hadn't left the mansion, nothing would have happened.

  The sound of clashing swords and knives echoed from behind, accompanied by the screams of those being stabbed, followed by the dull thud of arrows hitting the carriage door. Xiang Lingyong and Yu Qin were pale with fear, embracing each other and screaming hysterically. Ru Jing was also terrified, unable to speak, thinking that today was definitely her last day, she would be caught by these people, did she still have a way out?

  The grasslands have always lacked women, after the father's death, the wife is left for the son to enjoy, if there is no son, she is left for the younger brother, if there is no younger brother, she is given to the nephew... In short, it is a cycle of use. It is also common for a 50-year-old old woman to be given to a 20-year-old young man. For Mongolians, women are for two purposes: one is to satisfy their desires and the other is to carry on the family line. This group of Tartars entered the territory of Datong in some way, one was to plunder, and also to find local women to vent their frustrations. If they were caught by them, they would definitely be killed after being raped, with no second chance at life. Therefore, if things are really desperate, there is only one option: to pray for the arrival of reinforcements...

  The carriage was attacked, the window shattered by someone, and several Tartars with sly smiles were chasing after it. Two guards had already been shot and killed, and the coachman was also injured but still managed to control the horses. It was a critical moment, when another ear-piercing scream was heard. Jing Yu opened her eyes wide, and from outside came a loud laughter: "I didn't expect there were still some delicate little ladies here, haha, I've hit the jackpot!"

  As if possessed, he closed his eyes and randomly grabbed an unknown object and threw it out. He didn't know if it hit anything, but then heard a smooth-talking voice: "Wow, you're quite bold, I like that." Immediately after, there was the dull thud of knives chopping against the carriage, causing the girls inside to shriek in terror. Suddenly, a muffled groan came from outside, and the coachman was hacked down, tumbling off the carriage with a thud. The horses, now out of control, were further startled and ran wildly without direction.

  Her face turned pale with fright, she tightly grasped the armrest in the carriage, the horse was running extremely fast and couldn't be stopped easily. Behind them, the Tartars were chasing after them. The carriage under her was shaking like a sieve, almost breaking her waist. She didn't know where they had arrived, but one thing was certain: the horse wasn't heading towards the city, but rather on a rugged mountain path full of potholes and bumps. Because several times, the branches outside got stuck in the carriage door, the curtains were caught by twigs, and the roof was flipped over. Looking up from her head, it was all a dense forest.