Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 45

Chapter 45

The man saw Ye Qing looking at him and sneered mockingly. This skinny female Qianyuan would probably fall over in a gust of wind. They wouldn’t even need to lift a finger.

Ye Qing glared at him coldly. Jiang Jinhuang sensed the tense atmosphere and tugged Ye Qing’s sleeve, signaling her to sit.

Ye Qing reluctantly sat down, looking at Jiang Jinhuang and asking softly, “What’s wrong?”

Jiang Jinhuang glanced at Ye Qing’s injured hands. “Your hands are hurt. It’s best not to clash with those people.”

Ye Qing nodded. “I’ll try.”

Her injuries weren’t serious, and she hated Qianyuan staring at Kunze like vicious dogs. If those men insisted on courting death, Ye Qing was ready to deal with them.

Though she said she’d avoid conflict, she blocked the man’s view, preventing him from eyeing Jiang Jinhuang.

Jiang Jinhuang noticed Ye Qing’s actions. Her lips curved slightly, and she clasped her hands lightly. Along the way, Ye Qing had been very protective, keeping her and Yangyang safe.

Jiang Jinhuang was surprised she thought of the term “protective of her food.” Her ears reddened slightly, and she quickly looked away from Ye Qing.

Ye Qing didn’t notice Jiang Jinhuang’s reaction. She was warily watching the surrounding refugee groups, ready to draw her knife if they caused trouble.

The refugee groups were also watching them, clearly not taking Ye Qing seriously. With her delicate looks and slender frame, she didn’t seem like a fighter.

The little dumpling ran over and whispered to Ye Qing and Jiang Jinhuang, “Why do they all seem to be staring at us?”

Ye Qing smiled, pinching the little one’s cheek. “Don’t be scared. With me here, no one can hurt you.”

“Hehe, Sister Ye is the best!” The little dumpling immediately cheered, showering her with praise.

The man who had locked eyes with Ye Qing grew impatient. He and two companions stood and walked toward them.

Hearing the movement, Ye Qing grabbed her knife and stood, pointing it at the men. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you want to live, get lost now.”

“Haha, you? Look in a mirror. A pretty boy like you can’t even hold a knife steady and dares to scare me.”

“Yeah, you’re soft and delicate, no worse than a Kunze. In a bit, we’ll have fun with you. Oh, and your little lady too. Let’s all play.”

The three laughed loudly. Meanwhile, the other three groups around Ye Qing stirred, their eyes fixed on the scene.

Ye Qing nodded at the men. “If that’s how it is, I’ll send you on your way early.”

Without giving them time to react, Ye Qing charged with her knife, targeting the man who had been eyeing Jiang Jinhuang.

She kicked out, slashing horizontally. The man dodged by bending down.

At the same time, a shorter man kicked at Ye Qing’s chest from the left. She blocked with her leg, thrusting her knife forward, slicing his neck. Bl00d poured out, and he soon collapsed.

The other two didn’t expect the frail-looking Ye Qing to fight so fiercely. Seeing their companion dead, they went berserk.

One swung a cleaver at Ye Qing, while the other aimed a hoe at her head.

Ye Qing flicked her knife, deftly cutting the wrist of the man with the cleaver. She slashed forward, hitting his chest, and he fell.

Only the man with the hoe remained. Seeing bl00d drip from Ye Qing’s knife, his legs shook, barely able to stand.

Ye Qing smirked at him. “Safe travels.”

“No, miss, it wasn’t me. It was their idea. I won’t do it again, really, spare me, spare me…”

Ye Qing didn’t hold back. For someone who’d lost the will to live, she finished him with one strike.

Looking at the three bodies, Ye Qing dragged them away to avoid ruining their appetite.

After thinking, she searched them as usual. The three were dirt poor, with no money and only a sack of coarse grains in their bags. Ye Qing didn’t want it, but she stored it in her space, thinking it could be planted in her black soil.

Turning back with her bloody knife, she saw the other refugee groups avoiding her gaze, cowering like quails.

Seeing Jiang Jinhuang covering the little one’s eyes, Ye Qing relaxed. She removed her bl00d-stained dress, wiping her knife with it.

She grabbed a clean dress from the cart. Luckily, she’d taken plenty from wealthy homes in Linzhou, or she wouldn’t have enough to change into.

Seeing Ye Qing dressed, Jiang Jinhuang uncovered the little one’s eyes.

The little dumpling quickly asked, “Did the bad guys get chased away?”

Ye Qing smiled at her. “Yup, all gone.”

“Yay, yay!” The little one cheered happily.

Compared to Ye Qing’s relaxed mood, the surrounding refugees were terrified. Ye Qing looked frail but struck hard. Three strong Qianyuan couldn’t beat her, and she aimed to kill. No one dared seek death, staying meek.

Ye Qing stuck her knife in the ground, added wood to the fire, and sat to wait for the porridge.

Seeing no more eyes on them, Jiang Jinhuang looked at Ye Qing. “By the way, I remember after we climbed the tree last night, the horses were gone. How did they show up today?”

Ye Qing didn’t expect her to bring it up again and deflected, “No way. What, like magic? Here one moment, gone the next? It’s probably because you’re still in your dew period. You saw wrong last night, right, Yangyang?”

The little dumpling, standing by Ye Qing, nodded seriously. “Right!”

“Ha, you’re taking her side.” Jiang Jinhuang’s tone was sour. In just a few days, her sister was siding with Ye Qing.

Seeing this, the little one hurried to Jiang Jinhuang, acting cute. “I’m on your side too, hehe~”

Jiang Jinhuang picked her up, touching her cheek, and asked, “Did you really see the horses under the tree last night?”

The little one thought for a moment and nodded firmly. She hadn’t seen them, scared stiff on Ye Qing’s back while climbing, but if Sister Ye said they were there, they must have been!

Jiang Jinhuang was speechless. The little one’s words weren’t reliable, and Ye Qing’s even less so. She was sure she hadn’t misseen. Ye Qing must have some secret. If she wouldn’t tell, Jiang Jinhuang would watch closely and find her slip.

“Fine, neither of you tells the truth.” Jiang Jinhuang set the little one down, ignoring them.

Ye Qing winked at the little one, making her giggle.

Seizing the chance to change the topic, Ye Qing grabbed a cloth to lift the pot lid.

Jiang Jinhuang snatched it from her. “I’ll do it. Let your hands rest. Go sit with Yangyang.”

“Alright.” It was just scraped palms, not broken hands, okay?

But since Jiang Jinhuang insisted, Ye Qing obediently moved.

She and the little one sat side by side, waiting to be fed.

Some bold refugees sneaked glances, seeing Ye Qing, who’d just dispatched three men, chatting and laughing with a child, as if she hadn’t been the one fighting.

The refugees trembled, grateful they hadn’t been the ones to cause trouble, or they’d likely be dead.

Jiang Jinhuang served the porridge into bowls, peeled the salted duck eggs, and placed them in the bowls before handing them to Ye Qing and the little one.

The little one feared hot food, so Jiang Jinhuang set her bowl on a rock. The little one squatted, eating happily.

Ye Qing was hungry. The thick, fragrant porridge with oily salted duck eggs was deeply satisfying in the cold.

The three ate the entire pot clean.

After eating, Jiang Jinhuang washed the dishes, and they packed to leave.

Jiang Jinhuang thought and said, “Let me lead the horse this afternoon. You’ve been working all morning.”

Ye Qing smiled and shook her head. “No need. Even me, a Qianyuan, leading the horse gets us noticed. If you do it, people might think I’m weak, and we’d be targeted more. Besides, your dew period isn’t over. Rest more.”

Jiang Jinhuang nodded. She wanted to help ease Ye Qing’s burden, but Ye Qing was right.

Ye Qing thought and said, “How’s your body? Can you hold up? If it’s okay, we should pass the scent here. It’d be trouble if something happened on the road.”

Jiang Jinhuang pursed her lips, then nodded slightly. The refugees around had mostly left. Rather than risk discomfort on the road, it was better to let Ye Qing pass the scent now.

Ye Qing looked at the little dumpling, who blinked and grinned at them.

“Yangyang, turn around. No peeking,” Jiang Jinhuang said, glancing at her.

“Okay,” the little one said reluctantly, turning away. She picked up a stick and started drawing dolls on the ground.

Seeing her turn, Jiang Jinhuang nodded slightly at Ye Qing. “Come on.”

She lifted the plaster from her neck, tilting her head left to expose her scent gland.

Ye Qing leaned in and asked, “Ready?”

Jiang Jinhuang nodded, her ears suddenly reddening. This scent transfer was different from before. She was fully alert, not feverish, making it too intimate for her and Ye Qing. But she had to do it. If her scent spread on the road, Ye Qing wouldn’t be the only one to smell it.