Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 78

Chapter 78

In a short time, a peach blossom fragrance filled the small carriage.

Ye Qing was almost asleep. She smelled the peach blossom fragrance and felt her body relax more. Soon, she fell completely asleep.

Jiang Jinhuang let Ye Qing smell the fragrance for a while. Then, she carefully reattached the medicinal patch to her neck.

Song Zhao packed all the items. Afterward, she carried the little one onto the carriage.

The little one knew Ye Qing was injured. After getting on the carriage, she behaved well, neither crying nor making a fuss. She nestled quietly in a small corner at the back of the carriage, afraid of disturbing Ye Qing’s rest.

Song Zhao continued driving the carriage outside. They ate breakfast late. Song Zhao also feared the men in black would chase them again. So, once they hit the road, she didn’t stop. She kept going until it was almost dark. Then, Song Zhao randomly chose a forest near the main road to settle down.

Ye Qing slept soundly during this nap. Her body got the most rest possible. Except for the severe pain in her left shoulder, the rest of her body had mostly recovered.

She woke up groggily and saw the sky outside was already dark. “Where are we now?” she asked.

“We’re still heading toward Nanjiang,” Jiang Jinhuang explained. “We should arrive in one or two days.”

The carriage was too dark. Jiang Jinhuang lit the oil lamp. Ye Qing adjusted to the light and then opened her eyes.

Outside, Song Zhao had already unhitched the carriage. She lifted the curtain and saw Ye Qing was awake.

“Master, how do you feel?” Song Zhao asked joyfully.

“I’m much better,” Ye Qing replied. “These past few days have been tough for you and Jinhuang.”

“It’s not tough,” Song Zhao said. “As long as you’re okay, that’s what matters.” Then, she waved to the little one. “Yangyang, do you want to sleep outside with me tonight?”

“Okay,” the little one replied obediently. She walked toward Song Zhao. As she passed Ye Qing, she secretly glanced at her a few times.

Ye Qing winked at the little one. “I’ll be fine in a few days,” she said. “Then I can play with our Yangyang again. Are you happy?”

“Happy,” the little one answered. Seeing Ye Qing’s spirits improved, she walked to Ye Qing’s side. Her gaze fell on Ye Qing’s shoulder. She asked softly, “Sister Ye, does it hurt?”

Ye Qing smiled at her. “It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she said. “In a few days, I can hold you and play again.”

“Hehe,” the little one giggled, finally showing a smile. These past few days, she was scared to death. Even eating wasn’t enjoyable.

“Okay, go play,” Ye Qing said gently.

“Yay!” the little one exclaimed. Full of energy, she let Song Zhao carry her off the carriage.

These past few days, the little one either stayed in the carriage or huddled in blankets. Seeing Ye Qing much better, she regained her usual liveliness. She ran around outside on her short legs, playing.

Song Zhao took out bedding and laid it outside. She simply built a shelter for two people. Then, she lit a fire and started preparing dinner.

Jiang Jinhuang stayed in the carriage with Ye Qing. She wet a cloth with water and helped Ye Qing wipe her face.

Ye Qing’s gaze fell on Jiang Jinhuang’s face. “I should be fine tonight,” she said. “Don’t stay up all night watching me, or your body won’t hold up.”

“I know,” Jiang Jinhuang nodded. “I’ll sleep beside you tonight. If you suddenly get a fever, I’ll know right away.” She admitted she was struggling and needed proper rest. Otherwise, Ye Qing wouldn’t recover, and she’d collapse herself.

Ye Qing hesitated for a moment. “How about letting Song Zhao stay with me?” she suggested. “You can go with Yangyang.”

After all, Jiang Jinhuang was a Kunze. Now that Ye Qing was awake, Jiang Jinhuang probably didn’t want to sleep beside her. But since Ye Qing took a knife for her, Jiang Jinhuang couldn’t easily bring it up. So, Ye Qing thought she’d say it for her.

Jiang Jinhuang stared at Ye Qing with a complicated expression. “No,” she said. “Song Zhao needs to stay outside and keep watch. What if the men in black come again at night? I’ll stay with you.”

Ye Qing thought Jiang Jinhuang would agree with her suggestion. Why did it feel different from what she expected?

“You really want to sleep with me tonight?” Ye Qing asked again.

Jiang Jinhuang nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Haven’t we been doing that these past two days? You risked your life for me. What’s wrong with me taking care of you for a few days?”

Ye Qing looked at Jiang Jinhuang and comforted her. “You don’t need to dwell on this,” she said. “I chose to take the knife for you. It has nothing to do with you. Don’t keep thinking about it or treat it as a burden. I don’t expect any repayment.”

Ye Qing spoke honestly. That day, the knife came too fast. Her body reacted before her mind did. It had nothing to do with Jiang Jinhuang. Besides, Ye Qing wasn’t the type to morally pressure others.

Jiang Jinhuang glanced at Ye Qing. As expected, she saw that familiar calm expression in her eyes.

Jiang Jinhuang pursed her lips. Sleeping beside her while awake, did Ye Qing really have no reaction at all?

For the first time, Jiang Jinhuang doubted her own beauty. A Qianyuan showing no interest in her was a first.

“Not wanting repayment is your choice,” Jiang Jinhuang said. “Wanting to do this for you is my choice. They don’t conflict.” As she spoke, she reached out and wiped Ye Qing’s hand.

Seeing her insistence, Ye Qing didn’t say more. After all, she wouldn’t do anything to Jiang Jinhuang. Sleeping together wasn’t a big deal.

“Alright, then you stay with me,” Ye Qing said. Her stomach growled loudly.

Jiang Jinhuang heard it and smiled. “Hungry?” she asked.

“Yes, a little,” Ye Qing replied. She hadn’t eaten meat in days and craved it badly.

Jiang Jinhuang thought for a moment. “Do you still have a chicken?” she asked.

Jiang Jinhuang figured if Ye Qing had a chicken, they could make chicken soup. It would be nourishing and good for her body.

Ye Qing paused for a moment. After a while, she nodded at Jiang Jinhuang.

The next moment, a lively chicken appeared in Ye Qing’s right hand. Jiang Jinhuang took it from her.

She stepped out of the carriage and shouted to Song Zhao, “Song Zhao, we’re eating this tonight.”

“Coming!” Song Zhao replied. She jogged over.

She took the chicken from Jiang Jinhuang’s hands, puzzled. “Miss Jiang, where did you get this chicken?” she asked. “It’s so lively.”

“Don’t ask,” Jiang Jinhuang said. “Just remember to make it into soup. It’s good for Ye Qing’s body.”

“Alright, don’t worry,” Song Zhao said. “I’m great at making soup.” She took the chicken and went to slaughter it.

The little one followed Song Zhao. When Song Zhao plucked the chicken feathers, the little one picked them up. In the end, she held a handful of feathers, playing with them.

In the carriage, Jiang Jinhuang helped Ye Qing lean back into her arms. “We should change your bandage tomorrow,” she said. “We’ll check how the wound is healing.”

“Yes,” Ye Qing replied. “In a few days, I can probably remove the stitches.” She felt her left shoulder. It still hurt a lot, but it was just flesh pain. Luckily, it didn’t reach the bone. In ancient times like this, a bone injury would likely leave her crippled.

Ye Qing rested in Jiang Jinhuang’s arms, closing her eyes. She remembered the day she fainted. She seemed to hear the system’s announcement, but she lost consciousness and didn’t catch what it said.

Now that she had time, Ye Qing asked in her mind, “09, what did you say when I fainted that day? I didn’t hear clearly.”

“Hehe, congratulations, dear!” the system’s mechanical voice shouted excitedly in Ye Qing’s mind. “The female lead Jiang Jinhuang’s current favorability is 40. Your remaining exchange points are 117. Dear, you’re finally stepping up!”

Ye Qing gasped from the shock. “Hiss,” she said.

Jiang Jinhuang thought Ye Qing’s wound hurt. “What’s wrong?” she asked quickly. “Did you pull your wound?”

Ye Qing opened her eyes and smiled. “It’s fine,” she said. “Don’t be so nervous.”

“How can I not be nervous?” Jiang Jinhuang said disapprovingly. “Your wound is so long. You need to recover properly.”

“Okay, I’ll recover properly,” Ye Qing said, smiling at her.

Ye Qing hadn’t expected that taking the knife would raise Jiang Jinhuang’s favorability by 40 points. She suddenly felt that reaching 100 favorability in two years wasn’t impossible. Her confidence soared, and even her wound felt less painful.

Jiang Jinhuang looked at Ye Qing, puzzled. “What’s with you?” she asked. “Why are you suddenly so happy?”

“Nothing,” Ye Qing said. “I just feel much better today, so I’m a bit happy.”

“Really?” Jiang Jinhuang looked at Ye Qing doubtfully but didn’t say more.

An hour later, Song Zhao brought in fragrant chicken soup. The meal was still rice.

Ye Qing smelled the chicken soup, and her eyes lit up. She was so hungry, her stomach desperate for something rich.

Jiang Jinhuang brought the hot soup over. She tore the meat from the chicken leg into a bowl. Then, she scooped soup and meat with a porcelain spoon and fed it to Ye Qing’s lips.

Ye Qing opened her mouth and ate. The meat was indeed more flavorful. She nodded and praised, “It’s delicious.”

“If it’s delicious, eat more,” Jiang Jinhuang said. “Finish this bowl first, then I’ll feed you rice.” Seeing Ye Qing’s good appetite, she felt happy. Eating more would help the wound heal faster.

“Okay,” Ye Qing said. She was starving and wanted to gulp the bowl down. But Jiang Jinhuang was slow, feeding her carefully, blowing on each spoonful.

Ye Qing couldn’t wait. “Jinhuang, you don’t need to blow,” she urged. “Just feed me.”

Jiang Jinhuang looked at Ye Qing. Seeing her staring eagerly at the soup and meat but unable to eat quickly, she looked oddly cute.

Her lips curved into a smile. “No rush,” she teased. “Eating too fast is bad for your stomach. I’ll feed you slowly.”

Ye Qing pouted, looking at Jiang Jinhuang’s smiling face with a hint of resentment.

Jiang Jinhuang’s eyes curved. “Alright, I won’t tease you,” she said. “Eat quickly.”

She sped up feeding Ye Qing. After finishing the bowl of chicken soup, Ye Qing felt something solid in her stomach. Her body warmed up.

She knew Jiang Jinhuang hadn’t eaten yet. “You should have a bowl too,” she urged. “Don’t just feed me. Have Yangyang and Song Zhao eaten?”

“You always think of us,” Jiang Jinhuang said. “Yangyang is outside with Song Zhao. They’ve definitely eaten already. I’m not hungry. I’ll feed you until you’re full first.” Ye Qing was always like this, always thinking of others first.