Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Ye Qing took the medicine. She closed her eyes to rest immediately. Jiang Jinhuang held Ye Qing tightly. She feared Ye Qing wouldn’t survive.

Jiang Jinhuang stayed awake all night. At dawn, Ye Qing’s body cooled noticeably.

Song Zhao woke early. She cooked a pot of salted duck egg rice porridge. She brought porridge to Jiang Jinhuang and Ye Qing.

“Miss Jiang, sleep outside a bit. I’ll care for Master,” Song Zhao said. She noticed Jiang Jinhuang’s poor condition.

“No need. I’ll stay. She had a fever last night. She’s fine now,” Jiang Jinhuang said. She patted Ye Qing’s cheek gently.

“Ye Qing, wake up. Eat something before sleeping,” Jiang Jinhuang said.

Ye Qing rubbed her cheek against Jiang Jinhuang’s hand instinctively. She opened her eyes slowly. “Where are we now?” she asked.

“We’re near Nanjiang. How are you? Does your shoulder hurt?” Jiang Jinhuang asked cautiously.

Ye Qing’s spirits improved since her injury. She looked at Jiang Jinhuang. “Much better. It barely hurts. I’m just hungry,” she said.

“Song Zhao made porridge. I’ll feed you,” Jiang Jinhuang said. She supported Ye Qing. She let Ye Qing lean in her arms.

Jiang Jinhuang picked up the porridge bowl. Ye Qing reached with her right hand. She wanted to take it. Jiang Jinhuang pulled it away. “I’ll feed you,” she said.

“No need. My right hand works,” Ye Qing said. Her left shoulder hurt. Other parts were fine. Her kicks were minor bruises. After a day’s rest, she recovered much.

Jiang Jinhuang saw Ye Qing refuse her help. Her eyes reddened suddenly. She began crying uncontrollably.

Ye Qing panicked instantly. Her angle prevented her from wiping Jiang Jinhuang’s tears. She spoke quickly. “Okay, okay. You do it. I’ll listen. Don’t cry. Your eyes are swollen,” she said.

Ye Qing reached out. She wiped Jiang Jinhuang’s tears with her right hand’s back.

Jiang Jinhuang heard Ye Qing agree. She sniffled. She stopped her tears.

Jiang Jinhuang wiped her tears with her sleeve roughly. She held the bowl. She scooped porridge carefully. She blew it cool repeatedly. She fed it to Ye Qing’s lips.

Ye Qing wanted to say it wasn’t necessary. She swallowed her words. She feared making Jiang Jinhuang cry again.

Ye Qing lay in Jiang Jinhuang’s arms. She enjoyed top-notch service. She finished the salted duck egg rice porridge quickly.

“Want more? I’ll get some,” Jiang Jinhuang said. She felt happy seeing Ye Qing’s improved spirits.

Ye Qing shook her head. “No. Can you call Song Zhao for me?” she asked.

“Why call her? What do you need? I’ll get it,” Jiang Jinhuang said. She wanted to stay with Ye Qing constantly.

Ye Qing hesitated briefly. She spoke softly. “I need the latrine,” she said.

“I…” Jiang Jinhuang started. She couldn’t finish. She wanted to carry Ye Qing. She couldn’t lift her.

Jiang Jinhuang tried stubbornly. She held Ye Qing’s waist with one hand. She tried lifting Ye Qing’s legs with the other. She struggled to support Ye Qing. She gave up reluctantly.

“I’ll call her. Wait,” Jiang Jinhuang said. She blamed her weak strength. She left the cart unhappily.

The little one sat listlessly by the fire on a blanket. Since Ye Qing’s injury, she was subdued. Seeing her sister, she perked up.

“Sister,” the little one called.

Jiang Jinhuang approached the little one. “Yangyang, be good. I’m busy these days. Behave yourself, okay?” she said.

“Okay,” the little one said. She nodded. She asked immediately. “How’s Sister Ye?” she inquired.

“Sister Ye is much better. She’s awake today. She still needs rest,” Jiang Jinhuang said.

Jiang Jinhuang comforted the little one. She spoke to Song Zhao. “Song Zhao, she needs you in the cart,” she said.

“Okay. I’ll go,” Song Zhao said. She ran to the cart quickly.

Song Zhao entered the cart. Ye Qing spoke urgently. “Help me off the cart. I need the latrine,” she said.

Song Zhao nodded quickly. Jiang Jinhuang, a Kunze, couldn’t accompany Ye Qing appropriately.

“Master, I’ll carry you. Avoid your wound,” Song Zhao said. She prepared to lift Ye Qing.

Ye Qing stopped her. “No need. My shoulder hurts. My legs work. Just help me up. Don’t carry me,” she said.

“That won’t do. Master, stay still. Miss Jiang worries so much. If you walk and get hurt, what then?” Song Zhao said. She ignored Ye Qing’s protests. She held Ye Qing’s waist with one hand. She lifted Ye Qing’s legs with the other. She carried Ye Qing horizontally.

Qianyuan were strong. Song Zhao, used to rough work and basic martial arts, carried Ye Qing easily.

Song Zhao carried Ye Qing off the cart soon.

Ye Qing felt exasperated. Her left shoulder was injured. She wanted Song Zhao’s support to avoid falling. Her legs weren’t broken. She didn’t need carrying.

Everyone ignored her wishes.

Song Zhao treated Ye Qing like porcelain. She refused to let Ye Qing walk. She carried her into the grove.

Jiang Jinhuang watched Ye Qing and Song Zhao closely. She knew it was urgent. Her heart soured. Ye Qing was her Qianyuan. How could another hold her?

Jiang Jinhuang flinched as if burned. She looked away quickly.

She must be exhausted. Ye Qing wasn’t bonded to her. How could she claim her?

Jiang Jinhuang stayed silent. She stared at the grove. She didn’t look away until Song Zhao carried Ye Qing back to the cart. She pursed her lips. She returned to the cart swiftly.

Song Zhao saw Jiang Jinhuang enter. She spoke quickly. “I’ll leave. Miss Jiang, don’t you need sleep? I can care for Master too,” she said.

Jiang Jinhuang shook her head warily. Ye Qing was kind to her. She took a blade for her. Jiang Jinhuang doubted Ye Qing’s feelings.

Before, Ye Qing’s gaze showed desire. After Ye Qing changed, Jiang Jinhuang saw no such look. Ye Qing’s eyes held calm, worry, care, and thoughtfulness. They lacked a Qianyuan’s desire for a Kunze.

During her heat, Ye Qing resisted bonding. Jiang Jinhuang wondered if Ye Qing lost interest in her. Did Ye Qing dislike Kunze entirely?

If Ye Qing didn’t like her, why save her and her sister repeatedly? Why treat them well? Why take a blade for her?

Did selfless people exist?

Jiang Jinhuang wasn’t vain. Among capital’s noble ladies, her character and beauty stood out. If Ye Qing wasn’t interested in her, did she dislike Kunze?

Jiang Jinhuang’s lips tightened. Her chest felt blocked. She grew uneasy.

Some Qianyuan in the capital preferred other Qianyuan over Zhongyong or Kunze. Jiang Jinhuang looked at Ye Qing complexly. Was Ye Qing like that? Could she change her?

“Jinhuang? What’s on your mind?” Ye Qing asked. She saw Jiang Jinhuang’s lowered gaze. She spoke lightly to ease her.

Jiang Jinhuang looked at Ye Qing quickly. “Nothing. Do you feel better?” she asked.

“Yes, much better. Have you not slept? Your eyes are so dark,” Ye Qing said. She noticed Jiang Jinhuang’s poor appearance.

“I’m fine. Not tired. Rest more. Lean on me and sleep,” Jiang Jinhuang said. She tried to pull Ye Qing into her arms.

Ye Qing felt it unnecessary. Lying in Jiang Jinhuang’s arms tired her. The cart had blankets. She could lie on them. “No need. I’ll lie on the cart,” she said.

Jiang Jinhuang looked at Ye Qing silently. Her eyes reddened gradually.

Ye Qing saw her near tears. She compromised quickly. “Okay. Help me,” she said.

Jiang Jinhuang moved to support Ye Qing. Her lips curved slightly. They fell quickly. She doubted Ye Qing’s feelings. She knew Ye Qing was soft-hearted. She couldn’t bear her tears.

Her tears made Ye Qing yield. It worked again.

Jiang Jinhuang got Ye Qing to lean in her arms. “Close your eyes. Rest well. I’m here,” she said.

“Okay. You rest too. I’m really better today,” Ye Qing said. She advised her gently.

“I know,” Jiang Jinhuang said. Hearing Ye Qing’s concern, her gloom lifted. She only suspected Ye Qing’s disinterest in Kunze. It wasn’t certain. If Ye Qing preferred Qianyuan, she had time to change her.

Jiang Jinhuang looked at Ye Qing’s face. Her condition improved noticeably. Otherwise, Jiang Jinhuang wouldn’t ponder such things.

She heard Kunze’s pheromones soothed Qianyuan. They aided recovery. Jiang Jinhuang glanced at Ye Qing. She hesitated briefly. She wasn’t in heat. Should she let Ye Qing smell them?

Jiang Jinhuang decided quickly. She tore the patch from her neck. Ye Qing risked her life for her. Caring about propriety now was laughable.

Jiang Jinhuang shouted outside. “Song Zhao, don’t come in with Yangyang,” she said.

“Okay. I understand,” Song Zhao said. She didn’t know Jiang Jinhuang’s intent. She assumed it was private. She responded quickly.

Ye Qing opened her eyes curiously. She looked up. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing. I don’t want them disturbing you. Close your eyes and sleep,” Jiang Jinhuang said. She urged her gently.

Ye Qing glanced at Jiang Jinhuang. After talking, she felt tired. She closed her eyes again.