Transmigrated Into A Novel As A Scumbag Princess’ Consort - Chapter 46

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At this moment, the sky had already darkened.

The servants at the post station discussed among themselves and decided not to return to the stable.

They figured it was either tie up all the prisoners or none at all.

Otherwise, if some are tied up and some are not, wouldn’t that be like covering one’s ears and stealing the bell? In this case, why bother with it anymore?

Dinner was personally delivered to the stable by Yu Lu: “Your Highness has been wronged.”

The thought of himself staying in a fine room, eating and drinking well, while the Princess was cramped in the stable with everyone else, eating poorly and sleeping uncomfortably, made him feel uneasy.

What kind of logic was it for the master to suffer while the subordinate enjoyed comfort?

Hearing this phrase again, Ye Xuejin couldn’t help but smile faintly: “Lord Yu, don’t take it to heart. I do not feel wronged.”

Her bright yet calm eyes seemed to see right through his thoughts.

Yu Lu was slightly taken aback, unconsciously scratching the back of his head: “As long as Your Highness doesn’t feel wronged.”

“Lord Yu, you should head back early to avoid arousing suspicion.” Ye Xuejin didn’t keep Yu Lu long. She was a prisoner, and he was an official escorting prisoners. In a place like this post station, filled with prying eyes, it wasn’t suitable for them to talk for too long.

“Understood.” Yu Lu understood this and quickly left.

Watching Yu Lu walk away, Ye Xuejin turned back, standing still in place, quietly gazing at the group of people squatting outside the stable eating, her eyes drawn to a particular figure.

Yun Chi was engrossed in drinking noodle soup. The soup contained only some dough lumps, without oil, salt, or any seasoning. Perhaps because it had been so long since she’d had hot soup, she actually found it quite tasty.

“Princess’ Consort.” Zhou Qiyue called out to Yun Chi, “Her Highness is looking at you.”

Her Highness had been watching for a while without saying anything, but Zhou Qiyue, being observant, mentioned it to Yun Chi.

Yun Chi looked up and met Ye Xuejin’s clear, bright eyes.

She gulped down the rest of the soup in her bowl, and thinking Ye Xuejin might have something to discuss, walked over.

“Have you finished eating?”

Ye Xuejin shook her head: “I’m not hungry.”

On a nearby stone stool, her bowl of noodle soup remained untouched.

Yun Chi glanced back at the others, then took Ye Xuejin’s hand and walked a bit deeper into the courtyard: “Is it that you’re not used to drinking it?”

Ye Xuejin shook her head. In the past, she might not have been accustomed to it, but on this journey, she had realized that in the face of survival, simply being alive was already a blessing. Who had the luxury to be picky?

Yun Chi chuckled softly and reached out: “Here, have something tasty.”

Ye Xuejin took it, feeling a slight warmth—it was a small, delicate steamed soup bun.

Yun Chi nudged her hand: “Eat it quickly. First, bite a small hole and sip the broth inside.”

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes lit up, looking at the large text that appeared in the air.

[Gave one steamed soup bun. Please choose a reward: one pot of corn and pork rib soup or one pot of tea tree mushroom and duck soup.]

Having just finished the noodle soup, Yun Chi had been thinking how nice it would be to have hot soup on the road in the coming days. So, when giving Ye Xuejin the steamed soup bun, she made a wish in her heart.

A whole pot, not bad, and it came with a big pot for free.

Ye Xuejin looked at her sparkling eyes and her momentarily dazed expression, already used to such quirks.

“Do you prefer corn and pork rib soup or tea tree mushroom and duck soup?”

Unexpectedly, those bright eyes turned to her.

Ye Xuejin lowered her gaze: “Either is fine.” Then, she gently bit into the bun in her hand.

The broth instantly spread in her mouth, the meat filling blending with the soup, leaving a lingering fragrance on her lips and teeth.

She couldn’t help but slow her chewing, savoring it carefully, a rare trace of satisfied contentment flashing in her eyes.

It wasn’t Ye Xuejin’s first time eating a steamed soup bun, but it was her first time tasting one with such a refined and rich texture.

By the time she finished eating, Yun Chi was already examining the steaming pot of corn and pork rib soup in her storage space.

Say whatever you want, this storage space was truly magical—not only did it keep things warm, but it preserved their quality perfectly.

“Consort, come with me.”

“Alright.”

Ye Xuejin walked to a farther spot by a well, washing her hands while softly saying, “Consort, I promised before not to ask or pry, nor to speak of it to others. But today, may I ask you one question?”

“Go ahead.” Yun Chi hid the surprise in her eyes, thinking to herself, “even if you ask, I won’t tell the truth.”

How could she say she was a transmigrator with a cheat system?

Impossible. She’d have to be crazy to admit that.

Ye Xuejin’s voice was clear and light: “I want to ask, Consort, can your ability store other people’s belongings?”

Over these days, everything Yun Chi had stored away was something she had taken out herself.

That’s why Ye Xuejin asked.

She needed to confirm whether Yun Chi’s ability could do this.

If it could, it would be incredibly convenient. If not, they’d need another plan.

Yun Chi was stunned. That was a good question, so good she didn’t even know the answer.

Catching the confusion and blankness on Yun Chi’s face, Ye Xuejin had a flash of inspiration: “Consort, are you unsure? Or have you never tried?”

“I’ve never tried.” Yun Chi nodded instinctively. She hadn’t even thought about it in that direction.

Ye Xuejin pursed her lips, suppressing her anticipation: “Why not give it a try?”

Yun Chi didn’t respond, instead scanning their surroundings.

They were currently by the well in the backyard, with only a wooden bucket and a basin at their feet.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes briefly, and focused her mind to try.

The next moment, the bucket on the ground vanished.

At the same time, Yun Chi clearly sensed the bucket appearing in her storage space.

Well, damn, it could be used like that!

Yun Chi immediately turned to Ye Xuejin, cutting to the chase: “Is there something you want me to store for you?”

Quick, tell her what to store, hand it over—she was feeling incredibly powerful right now.

Ye Xuejin’s eyes couldn’t hide her delight, and she nodded at the question.

“Consort, would you come with me tonight at the hour of Chou?”

The hour of Chou, around one or two in the morning. Yun Chi agreed readily: “Sure.”

Ye Xuejin’s lips curved into a bright, gentle smile.

“Consort, I truly don’t know how to thank you.”

Yun Chi waved her hand modestly: “No need for thanks. You’ll have plenty of chances in the future.”

Just show your gratitude with actions, some silver or gold would be more practical than anything.

Ye Xuejin’s eyes held a trace of affection as she gazed at Yun Chi, a sudden feeling rising in her heart, as if a piece of her was missing.

But this time, it was as if she had found where that piece was.

She wanted to embrace the Consort, as if doing so would fill the void within her.

Being looked at with such gratitude, Yun Chi felt a bit embarrassed and changed the subject: “So, we’re not sleeping tonight?”

Ye Xuejin smiled softly: “Alright.”

Thus, while everyone else crowded into the stable to rest, Yun Chi and Ye Xuejin stood outside, not going in.

Seeing this, Shi Song and Zhou Qiyue didn’t hesitate to come out as well, they had to stay by Her Highness’ side.

“I and the Consort aren’t sleepy, so we’ll keep watch tonight. You all rest well,” Ye Xuejin said, trying to persuade them as they stood like gatekeepers on either side.

Shi Song tightly gripped the stun baton in her hand, her face serious: “I’m not sleepy either. I must protect Your Highness.”

Zhou Qiyue chimed in: “Me too.” Truthfully, she didn’t like the smell in the stable, and with the drafty walls, it wasn’t much warmer than outside. She’d rather stay with Her Highness.

Ye Xuejin fell silent for a moment, then stopped persuading them and gave direct orders: “Tonight, you two stay inside and keep watch. Don’t let anyone come out to eavesdrop. The Consort and I have matters to discuss.”

Shi Song and Zhou Qiyue, now full of purpose, went back inside, determined to keep a close eye on everyone and ensure no one overheard Her Highness and the Consort.

The late autumn night breeze grew colder. Ye Xuejin glanced at the sky, then at Yun Chi: “One more hour. Consort, are you cold?”

“Are you cold? Watch this.” Yun Chi, still excited about discovering a new use for her storage space, pulled out a quilt without hesitation. She sat closer to Ye Xuejin, wrapping them both in it.

As for the people in the stable who didn’t have quilts—sorry, the smell in there was too strong, and the ground was too dirty. She was worried that if she gave them the quilt for one night, it wouldn’t just be unclean when she took it back, it might even pick up the stench. A quilt smelling of horse manure would be a disaster.

After all, her storage space still held so much food.

If everything she took out later reeked of manure—ugh, the thought alone was unbearable.

While thinking, Yun Chi tucked the quilt around them snugly.

On impulse, Ye Xuejin grabbed Yun Chi’s wrist as she was about to pull away, placing it around her waist.