Transmigrated Into A Novel As A Scumbag Princess’ Consort - Chapter 57

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Under everyone’s eager gazes, the four-person supply team walked toward the roadside woods.

Yun Chi checked the food in her storage space, forming a plan.

Following their usual routine, Yun Chi handed items to Ye Xuejin, who passed them to Shi Song, then to Zhou Qiyue, maintaining their ritualistic sequence.

With this one-for-one exchange, soon the large wooden bucket held thirty pieces of bread and thirty self-heating rice packs.

Yun Chi thought for a moment and stored the rice packs for tomorrow.

Watching the rice vanish, Shi Song and Zhou Qiyue froze.

They looked anxiously at Ye Xuejin, wanting to ask but not daring to speak, fearing they’d disturb the immortal.

Ye Xuejin understood, nodding to them: “Don’t panic. The immortal are keeping them for us.”

Relieved, they exhaled, but…

No one had eaten breakfast, and after marching half a day, a single piece of bread might not fill them.

Yun Chi had considered this, especially with the colder weather. She wanted to bring out the large pot of corn and pork rib soup.

But it was so big, how could it pass through Ye Xuejin’s hands?

She didn’t want to miss this reward opportunity, as the pork rib soup was her first. If handled well, the payoff could be huge.

Ye Xuejin noticed Yun Chi’s hesitation and called, “Consort?”

“I’m fine.” Yun Chi decided not to let this chance slip.

She took out the large pot of corn and pork rib soup, setting it on the ground, then handed the remaining beef jerky to Ye Xuejin, silently wishing for a set of bowls, chopsticks, and a soup ladle.

Ye Xuejin took the jerky, her gaze fixed on the pot.

Self-heating rice needed extra heating, but this soup looked freshly cooked, steaming hot, its aroma wafting.

The Consort’s powers were truly astonishing.

Yun Chi handed over the bowls, chopsticks, and ladle, and another set appeared in her hand—another one-for-one.

At this point, she shared her idea: “The ground’s uneven and dusty. If we pre-serve the soup, it’s not good to place it on the ground…”

Ye Xuejin, snapping out of her awe, saw Yun Chi’s concern and interrupted: “Consort, do as you plan. Don’t worry about me.”

Yun Chi paused: “Then I’ll be blunt. Can you personally serve the soup to everyone later?”

Her cheat system required items to pass through Ye Xuejin’s hands for rewards. This method should work.

But she wasn’t sure if Ye Xuejin, a royal princess born above all, would be willing to lower herself to serve others.

That’s why she’d prefaced it.

Ye Xuejin smiled: “Why not?”

“Great, wait here.” Seeing her agree, Yun Chi stored the extra bowls and chopsticks, turning to call the others.

“Hold on, Consort,” Ye Xuejin stopped her, whispering instructions.

Yun Chi’s eyes lit up. No wonder she was the renowned Princess, so skilled at winning hearts.

Meanwhile, in the convoy, everyone stood up as Shi Song and Zhou Qiyue returned with the large bucket, craning their necks to see.

If memory serves them right, last time the bucket held hot rice, meat, and vegetables.

When each received a piece of bread, they weren’t disappointed. It might not fill them, but it was better than nothing, and the soft, sweet bread with jam was delicious.

Soon, they finished eating, and without Yu Lu’s prompting, they gathered the wrappers together.

It was the immortal’s rule, the leftovers had to be collected.

Just then, Yun Chi jogged over.

“Where’s Her Highness?” Yu Lu’s heart jolted, seeing her alone.

Others looked behind her. Where was Her Highness? How could she be left alone?

Yun Chi caught her breath, raising her voice: “Her Highness is fine. She worried we’d go hungry and the weather’s cold, so she asked the immortal for warming soup. The immortal agreed, but with a condition.”

She paused deliberately, seeing everyone’s anticipation, then continued per Ye Xuejin’s instructions: “The gods love the world. The immortal will grant the soup only if Her Highness shows her resolve to cherish her people.”

The crowd’s eyes filled with earnestness. And then? Did Her Highness succeed?

Seeing Yun Chi’s lips curve, their hearts surged. She must have!

Her Highness, so benevolent and kind, surely loved her people and showed her resolve.

Having whetted their appetite, Yun Chi announced, “Her Highness did it. Everyone, follow me to drink soup and eat meat.”

“Fantastic! I knew Her Highness would do it.”

“Of course, that’s our Highness.”

“Let’s go, soup and meat!”

Cheers echoed along the road, the group following Yun Chi, hearts already warmed before tasting the soup.

Yun Chi smiled silently, collecting the wrappers and striding forward.

Seeing Ye Xuejin, the steaming pot, and smelling the enticing meaty aroma, the group’s excitement grew.

Zhou Qiyue hurried forward: “Your Highness, rest. I’ll serve the soup.”

Ye Xuejin shook her head lightly, looking at Yun Chi: “I have been arranged by the immortal. Consort, assist me. I wish to personally serve each bowl of soup.”

Her expression was calm, her eyes faintly smiling, her clear voice saying, “I wish to personally serve each a bowl of soup,” like an immortal’s whisper, touching everyone’s hearts deeply.

Their gazes grew fervent, hearts burning.

Who wouldn’t swear loyalty to such a Highness?

Yun Chi walked over, taking the first bowl from Ye Xuejin and passing it to Zhou Qiyue, a new set of bowls and chopsticks appearing in her hand.

Ye Xuejin met her eyes briefly, calmly taking them and continuing to serve.

One bowl after another was handed out.

Yun Chi could hardly describe her feelings, this method worked.

Too busy to think, her mind was filled with wishing, choosing, wishing, choosing.

Each time she handed Ye Xuejin a set of bowls and chopsticks, it was a one-for-one exchange.

[Gave one set of bowls and chopsticks. Please choose a reward: one set of bowls and chopsticks or one set of bowls and chopsticks.]

Each time Ye Xuejin served a bowl of soup and passed it, Yun Chi’s desired items appeared in the reward options.

[Gave one bowl of corn and pork rib soup. Please choose a reward: two bulletproof vests or…]

[Gave one bowl of corn and pork rib soup. Please choose a reward: one solar charging panel or…]

…

After serving thirty bowls, the pot was empty, and the reward text stopped appearing.

Yun Chi was ecstatic, her heart screaming with joy.

Who else! Who could top this!

Ye Xuejin glimpsed Yun Chi’s unstoppable grin, her own lips curving.

Seeing the Consort happy made her heart unusually joyful.

If the Consort could always be happy… happy by her side, she could be happy forever.

In a daze, someone leaned close, hot breath by her ear.

“Ye Xuejin, listen, I can now produce sixteen more stun batons, nineteen bulletproof vests, and…”

Yun Chi whispered her haul, her voice brimming with excitement.

Ye Xuejin smiled: “The Consort is thoughtful. I will surely thank you greatly.”

Yun Chi’s grin widened: “I’ll be waiting.”

Ye Xuejin’s eyes flickered, her smile soft: “Good, the Consort can wait for me.”

Wait longer, the longer the better…

Sated, the group voluntarily washed the bowls and chopsticks at the river, stacking them for the immortal to reclaim.

In a blink, the pot, bowls, spoons, and bucket vanished, leaving only the lingering aroma to prove the delicious soup wasn’t a dream.

The Princess, like an immortal, loved Dashao Kingdom’s people, she loved each of them.

Except for Mu Er, everyone gazed at Ye Xuejin with burning eyes.

This was their Highness, whom they’d serve to the death.

Perhaps too excited, or warmed by the soup, the group’s spirits stayed high all afternoon, marching tirelessly, chatting and laughing until nightfall.

In the evening, the convoy stopped at a boundary marker.

Yu Lu checked the map, looked at the mountains ahead, and turned to Ye Xuejin: “Your Highness, beyond this is the southern border. At today’s pace, after tonight, we’ll reach the exile destination in seven days at most.”

Ye Xuejin nodded slightly: “If we pass a town tomorrow, rest for a day before continuing.”

Yu Lu hesitated: “Per the schedule, we must reach the exile destination within twenty days. Resting a day might delay us.”

“I have my plans. Do as instructed,” Ye Xuejin said, subtly glancing at the person beside her.

“Understood.”

Nearby, Shiniang hesitated, then whispered, “Since Your Highness doesn’t wish to arrive on time, why not use pursuit as an excuse to stay in the southwest?”