Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Ye Qing felt a bit awkward. She pinched her left thigh with her left hand to keep control, then carefully leaned in, passing the scent bit by bit.

Jiang Jinhuang felt the fragrance of green grape sweet wine filling her body, bringing a slight coolness that made her comfortable. Her gaze fell on Ye Qing’s left hand, seeing her pinch her thigh again. She frowned slightly, recalling Ye Qing did this last time she passed the scent. Didn’t it hurt?

Jiang Jinhuang watched for a while, her vision gradually blurring, her eyes misting over. Ye Qing’s scent was perfect, except for one thing: too much made her drunk.

Soon, Jiang Jinhuang could barely stand. Ye Qing quickly supported her waist with her right hand to prevent her from falling, continuing to pass the scent until she felt it was enough. By then, Jiang Jinhuang was completely drunk.

Jiang Jinhuang went limp in Ye Qing’s arms, her hands unconsciously clutching Ye Qing’s clothes. Her face flushed, and she nuzzled Ye Qing’s shoulder, as if truly drunk.

The little dumpling piped up, “Sister is being cute with Sister Ye again, hehe~”

Ye Qing closed her eyes briefly, seeing the little dumpling had turned around at some point, watching eagerly.

Ye Qing sighed helplessly. “When did you turn around?”

“When Sister was hugging you and being cute. I was good, I didn’t watch you bite Sister,” the little dumpling said innocently, blinking her big eyes.

“You little naughty dumpling.” Ye Qing shook her head helplessly, then instructed, “Stay put. I’ll put your sister on the cart, then carry you up.”

“Okay, oh.” The little one nodded obediently.

Ye Qing supported Jiang Jinhuang’s waist with one hand, hooked her legs with the other, and lifted her onto the cart. She covered Jiang Jinhuang with a blanket to make her comfortable.

After settling Jiang Jinhuang, Ye Qing picked up the little one, smiling. “Yangyang, do you want to lie down or sit to play?”

“Lie down,” the little dumpling said happily.

“Alright.” Ye Qing smiled, placing her next to Jiang Jinhuang and covering her with a blanket.

With that done, Ye Qing led the horse back onto the road. Soon, they were on the main road again.

Unsurprisingly, they drew attention immediately. But even the hungriest refugees had some sense, and no one dared act on the main road.

Seeing Ye Qing’s relaxed demeanor, people were even less likely to try anything.

After nearly an hour, around 4 p.m., Jiang Jinhuang sobered up. She woke to find herself comfortably lying on the cart, her sister sleeping sweetly beside her.

Looking ahead, she saw Ye Qing leading the horse. A sense of calm washed over her.

Strangely, she used to wish Ye Qing would die and never return. But since their escape, Jiang Jinhuang felt Ye Qing’s presence meant absolute safety. Life was unpredictable.

Looking at her peacefully sleeping sister, Jiang Jinhuang’s eyes softened.

Ye Qing’s group followed the crowd to the outskirts of Huai City. Many refugees pushed toward the city, hoping to beg, but the gates were closed, and soldiers drove them away.

Ye Qing didn’t join the chaos. Huai City wasn’t her destination. It was also hit by disaster, with only the wealthy and those with stored grain remaining. The poor couldn’t survive.

Feeling tired, she pulled the cart to the roadside and rested.

Jiang Jinhuang, stiff from lying down, got up to get off.

Ye Qing hurried over, offering her hand. “Slow down, I’ll help you.”

Jiang Jinhuang took Ye Qing’s hand, getting off smoothly with her support.

Seeing her sisters get off, the little dumpling couldn’t stay still. “Sister Ye, I want to get down and play too.”

Ye Qing lifted her off the cart, instructing, “Stay close and don’t wander. It’s too crowded here.”

“Okay, oh.” The little one nodded, clutching Ye Qing’s skirt.

Ye Qing looked at the crowd gathering near Huai City’s walls. From their spot, she could faintly see soldiers guarding the walls.

The refugees below clashed with the soldiers. Some tried to break through, wanting to enter the city, but the soldiers panicked. A commander ordered them shot, killing many at the front.

The scene turned chaotic, with screams, wails, and refugees demanding justice, only to be beaten to death. Others fled in fear. The area before the gate became a mess.

Seeing things go wrong, Ye Qing didn’t hesitate. She lifted Jiang Jinhuang by the waist, placed her in the cart, and stuffed the little dumpling into her arms.

“Something’s off. We need to leave now.”

Before the crowd reached them, Ye Qing led the horse quickly along the road.

Soon after, screams and wails echoed behind. Even without soldiers chasing, people fled in panic, some pushed down and trampled to death.

Others took advantage of the chaos to rob fellow refugees or grab attractive Kunze. It was pure chaos.

With a thought, Ye Qing’s right hand held a long knife. In such chaos, no one noticed anything odd.

She held the reins with her left hand and the knife with her right, ready to act if danger arose.

Luckily, they escaped early. Everyone was focused on fleeing, and no one attacked. Still, Ye Qing didn’t stop, moving until sunset, reaching a village along the road.

The village was deserted, houses empty, the entire place silent.

Many refugees planned to stay overnight in the village, and Ye Qing’s group did the same.

It was too dark. Ye Qing took an oil lamp from the cart for light. Other refugees made torches.

They chose a rundown courtyard in the village’s center. The house was made of mud bricks but could block wind and keep warm, far better than sleeping outside.

After entering, Ye Qing closed the gate, blocking it with chairs.

Holding the lamp, she entered the house. It was pitch black, but the main room had an eight-immortal table and benches, like a living room.

Ye Qing checked the inner room, finding a simple wooden bed and an old wardrobe.

She returned to the main room, placed the lamp on the table, and prepared to get supplies.

Jiang Jinhuang said, “I’ll go with you.”

Ye Qing stopped her. “No need. It’s too dark. Yangyang might get scared alone. Stay with her. I’ll be right back.”

“Alright,” Jiang Jinhuang nodded, crouching to hold the little one clinging to her skirt. Staying in a strange old house was indeed spooky.

Ye Qing quickly stored the horse in her space. With refugees around, leaving a horse in the yard was asking for it to be stolen.

After storing the horse, she brought in pots, bowls, firewood, and bedding.

Once everything was inside, she stored the cart in her space, leaving nothing outside.

Jiang Jinhuang had started a fire in the room with the bed, perfect for cooking and later warming the room.

Ye Qing checked the windows, noticing broken paper but didn’t mind. They were only staying one night, and the gaps would prevent smoke poisoning.

She brought in the blankets, laying two on the bed as a mattress and keeping two for covering at night.

Jiang Jinhuang looked at Ye Qing. “What’s for dinner? Your hands aren’t healed. I’ll cook.”

Ye Qing nodded, not refusing. “Wait a sec, I’ll get the food.”

She took out half a bowl of rice, enough for three. Her space had plenty of food. Of the five pounds of pork belly, two were eaten, leaving three. The fifty cabbages in her space were ripe.

Thinking, Ye Qing took a cabbage. They’d eaten plenty of carbs but no vegetables or fruits. She worried they’d get constipated without balanced nutrition.

With that, a cabbage and three pounds of pork belly appeared in her hands.

Ye Qing walked into the room, one hand holding the cabbage, the other the pork.

Jiang Jinhuang, setting stones around the fire for the pot, looked up and froze.

After a moment, she stood, staring at Ye Qing’s items.

Thinking she was seeing things, she closed her eyes, then opened them.

Jiang Jinhuang hesitated but couldn’t hold back. “Where did you get these? I didn’t see them on the cart.”

“Well, I hid them well, and you didn’t notice. They’re fresh vegetables and pork. You start cutting the cabbage. I’ll get the rice,” Ye Qing said, dodging as she fled to the outer room.

Outside, she sighed in relief. Her excuse was flimsy. Even she didn’t believe it. For now, she’d stall. Lingering outside, she grabbed the rice and returned.