Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Seeing Jiang Jinhuang’s insistence, Ye Qing obediently ate the chicken soup with rice that Jiang Jinhuang fed her. Additionally, she ate a large chicken leg by herself. Ye Qing felt extremely satisfied with this meal.

She hurriedly urged Jiang Jinhuang, “You should quickly eat something too.”

“Okay,” Jiang Jinhuang replied, nodding slightly. She was indeed somewhat hungry. She filled her bowl with some chicken soup and meat. Then, Jiang Jinhuang ate slowly and gracefully.

Ye Qing’s gaze turned to Jiang Jinhuang. She quite enjoyed watching Jiang Jinhuang eat. Her refined manner was quite pleasant to see.

Jiang Jinhuang felt Ye Qing’s gaze while eating. She looked up and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Ye Qing shook her head at her and smiled. “Nothing,” she said. “You look quite nice when you eat, unlike me, who gobbles food down.”

Jiang Jinhuang’s lips curved slightly. She ignored Ye Qing’s comment but paid more attention to her movements while eating.

As she ate, her gaze occasionally drifted to Ye Qing. She noticed Ye Qing’s look held only admiration, without any other emotions.

Jiang Jinhuang felt slightly discouraged. She had a sense of casting flirtatious glances at a blind person. Ye Qing seemed to lack that spark, or rather, Ye Qing never thought in that direction.

Jiang Jinhuang found it boring. She quickly finished her meal and began tidying up in the carriage.

“Wait here for a bit,” she said. “I’ll go help Song Zhao wash the dishes. When I return, we’ll sleep early.”

Ye Qing replied, “Okay, go ahead. I’m fine anyway.”

Jiang Jinhuang helped Ye Qing cover herself with the blanket properly. Then, she carried the pots and bowls out of the carriage.

When she stepped out, the little one was playing with chicken feathers by the fire. Seeing her sister come out, the little one got extremely excited. “Sister!” she exclaimed.

“Yangyang, be good,” Jiang Jinhuang said. “Finish playing and sleep early. We need to travel tomorrow morning.”

“Okay,” the little one replied, nodding obediently while holding the chicken feathers.

Song Zhao quickly took the pots and bowls from Jiang Jinhuang’s hands. “Miss Jiang, let me handle this,” she said. “The master can’t move easily now and needs someone constantly. You should go back and take care of her.”

Jiang Jinhuang glanced toward the carriage. She indeed felt uneasy about Ye Qing. She nodded at Song Zhao. “Alright, thank you for your effort.”

“It’s nothing,” Song Zhao said. “You and the master saved my life. Doing this is only right.”

Jiang Jinhuang quickly returned to the carriage. She saw Ye Qing lying obediently inside. When Ye Qing noticed her return, she lifted her head to look.

“Be careful,” Jiang Jinhuang said quickly. “Don’t bump your wound.” She urged Ye Qing to keep lying down.

Using water from a gourd, Jiang Jinhuang wet a cloth and wiped her face. Then, she lay down in the blankets.

She moved closer to Ye Qing and wrapped her arm around Ye Qing’s waist.

Ye Qing felt a bit awkward and wanted to move away. However, Jiang Jinhuang held her still. “Be good and don’t move,” she said. “If I hold you like this, I’ll know right away if you get a fever at night.”

“Alright then,” Ye Qing replied dryly.

“Did you sleep well during the day today?” Jiang Jinhuang asked suddenly.

Ye Qing paused for a moment. She answered honestly, “Quite well. I didn’t wake up at all.”

Jiang Jinhuang nodded slightly. She removed the medicinal patch from her neck. Immediately, a peach blossom fragrance spread out.

Ye Qing noticed it right away. Her mind felt confused. She instinctively thought the scent was odd. After all, in the middle of winter, how could there be such a smell in the wild? After thinking for a moment, she realized it was Jiang Jinhuang’s personal scent.

Ye Qing frowned slightly and asked, “Jinhuang, is your personal scent leaking out? Why is there a peach blossom fragrance?”

Jiang Jinhuang gave her a look. Wasn’t it obvious she released it on purpose?

“The scent can calm your mind,” she said. “Sleep well and don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, is that okay?” Ye Qing asked. After all, a personal scent was extremely private. It wasn’t the heat period. Was it appropriate for Jiang Jinhuang to let her smell it?

“What’s wrong with it?” Jiang Jinhuang said, looking at her. “You’re half-dead already. Don’t worry about other things. Close your eyes obediently.”

“Okay,” Ye Qing said. She obediently closed her eyes. Surrounded by the peach blossom fragrance, she fell asleep soon after.

Jiang Jinhuang, however, didn’t sleep as soundly. She woke up twice at night to check Ye Qing’s forehead. Fortunately, Ye Qing didn’t have a fever. Jiang Jinhuang then slept more peacefully.

The next morning, Song Zhao cooked chicken soup porridge. After Jiang Jinhuang fed Ye Qing, she unwrapped the bandage on Ye Qing’s left shoulder.

The bandage had stuck to Ye Qing’s flesh and bl00d. Jiang Jinhuang had no choice. She used iodine to wet the bandage bit by bit. Then, she carefully removed it from Ye Qing’s wound.

Jiang Jinhuang’s face paled. When she saw the long wound, her eyes couldn’t help but redden. The only relief was that the wound was healing well and showed no signs of infection.

Seeing Jiang Jinhuang about to cry, Ye Qing smiled and comforted her. “I’m fine,” she said. “Look, the wound is healing well, isn’t it? In a few days, I’ll be able to move.”

Jiang Jinhuang saw Ye Qing still smiling. She pursed her lips, and tears fell one by one. “How can you be fine?” she said. “It must hurt. The wound is so long. It’s definitely not fine.”

As she spoke, Jiang Jinhuang gently used a cotton swab with iodine to disinfect Ye Qing’s wound.

Seeing her still crying, Ye Qing reached out with her right hand to wipe Jiang Jinhuang’s tears. “Don’t cry,” she said. “It really doesn’t hurt. In a couple of days, it’ll be fully healed. Be careful, or your eyes will swell from crying.”

Jiang Jinhuang didn’t respond. She let Ye Qing wipe her tears silently while she continued disinfecting Ye Qing’s wound with iodine.

After disinfecting once, Jiang Jinhuang took out antiseptic solution. She remembered how much pain it caused Ye Qing last time. Hesitating, she held the antiseptic and looked at Ye Qing with red eyes. “Do we have to use this?” she asked.

Ye Qing nodded. “For safety, it’s best to use it,” she said. “Conditions here are basic. Thorough disinfection is necessary. It’s okay, I can endure it. Go ahead.”

Ye Qing pursed her lips and braced herself as Jiang Jinhuang disinfected with the antiseptic.

Jiang Jinhuang took several deep breaths. She dipped a cotton swab in the antiseptic and disinfected Ye Qing’s wound. She moved quickly, trying not to cause Ye Qing pain, speeding up as much as possible.

Even so, Ye Qing trembled from the pain. Sweat beaded on her forehead.

Jiang Jinhuang quickly grabbed a cloth to wipe Ye Qing’s sweat. “How is it?” she asked. “Are you okay?”

“It’s fine,” Ye Qing said. “After this, we can change the dressing again in three days.”

“Okay, don’t talk,” Jiang Jinhuang said, her eyes still red. “Rest now.” Ignoring herself, she kept wiping the sweat from Ye Qing’s neck.

“Okay,” Ye Qing replied. Changing the dressing left her sweaty, but the good news was the wound was healing well with no infection.

Half an hour later, Ye Qing and the others headed toward Nanjiang again. In the afternoon, they passed Nanjiang’s city gate. Many refugees scattered there, heading to government-designated famine relief sites.

Outside Nanjiang’s city gate, the government set up several porridge stalls. However, the stalls were overcrowded. The officials seemed unprepared for so many refugees.

Song Zhao continued driving the carriage south, avoiding the crowded refugees. Traveling further south would lead to Raozhou. Rumors said it wasn’t affected by the famine. As long as they had money, they could buy food.

Ye Qing and the others traveled for three days straight. Except for eating and sleeping, Song Zhao drove the carriage almost constantly. Fewer people headed south now, as refugees dispersed. Ye Qing and her group wanted to reach Raozhou quickly to settle down.

Ye Qing felt like a wild person. Since leaving the stronghold, she hadn’t bathed. Her hair was matted, and her body odor was something she dared not smell.

Fortunately, during the next dressing change, Ye Qing’s wound had healed well. It would be ready to remove stitches in a few days.

Jiang Jinhuang looked at Ye Qing’s wound and finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

“See, I said it would heal soon,” Ye Qing said. “It’s almost fully healed.” She thought her wound healed quickly for two reasons. First, it didn’t get infected. Second, she believed the spiritual spring water helped. Her wound healed faster than average, but not outrageously so.

Jiang Jinhuang glanced at her. “You still need to rest properly,” she said. “No moving around.”

“Alright,” Ye Qing sighed. She was used to Jiang Jinhuang’s control by now.

Ye Qing only got fresh air when she went to the latrine. Otherwise, Jiang Jinhuang made her rest in the carriage most of the time.

Smelling the aroma from outside, Ye Qing looked at Jiang Jinhuang and tested, “Jinhuang, how about we eat outside? It’s safe around here, and my wound is much better. Can I get some fresh air?”

Jiang Jinhuang didn’t want her to go out, fearing she’d catch a cold. But seeing Ye Qing’s pitiful expression, she softened. She nodded at Ye Qing. “Okay, but after eating, you must return to the carriage. It’s warmer there.”

“Deal,” Ye Qing said, her eyes lighting up. She could finally get some fresh air.

“Wait, I’ll support you,” Jiang Jinhuang said, not trusting Ye Qing. She helped Ye Qing up and lifted the curtain for her.

Ye Qing carefully stepped off the carriage and walked to the fire.

Song Zhao saw Ye Qing come out and felt happy. “Master, is your wound almost healed?” she asked.

Ye Qing nodded. “In a few days, I should remove the stitches,” she said. “Staying in the carriage these days, I feel like I’m molding.”

“You still need to stay there,” Jiang Jinhuang reminded her from beside. “What if you catch a cold?”

Ye Qing didn’t dare respond. She was now under Jiang Jinhuang’s control. She didn’t know why she obeyed her so much.

Dinner was egg-fried rice made by Song Zhao, with shredded cabbage. Fearing Ye Qing wouldn’t have enough, Song Zhao filled her bowl to the brim.

Ye Qing wanted to copy the little one, placing her bowl on a rock and eating with her right hand. After all, her right hand was fine. The little one across from her grinned at her.

Ye Qing picked up her spoon to scoop rice. Suddenly, Jiang Jinhuang took the bowl from the rock. “Give me the spoon,” she said.

Ye Qing dodged, clearly unwilling to give it to Jiang Jinhuang. “Song Zhao and Yangyang are still here,” she said. “My right hand can eat. You really don’t need to trouble yourself.”

Jiang Jinhuang stared straight at Ye Qing. She beckoned with her fingertip. “Spoon. Give it to me,” she said.

Ye Qing met Jiang Jinhuang’s gaze. She gradually felt she couldn’t resist. Finally, she obediently handed the spoon to Jiang Jinhuang.

Jiang Jinhuang looked satisfied. She scooped a spoonful of rice and fed it to Ye Qing’s mouth.

Ye Qing’s face burned red. A grown person like her was being fed, especially when her right hand worked fine!

The little one found it novel. While eating her fried rice, she watched her sister and Ye Qing with interest.

Ye Qing opened her mouth reluctantly and ate. Looking down, she saw the little one smiling at her. She immediately wanted to crawl into a hole.

“Hehe, Sister Ye is so good, letting Sister feed her,” the little one said happily.

Ye Qing wanted to cry even more. Worse, the little one’s words drew Song Zhao’s attention. Jiang Jinhuang’s second spoonful was already coming. Feeling embarrassed, Ye Qing ate pitifully.

She looked at Jiang Jinhuang with grievance. Jiang Jinhuang seemed to ignore her pitiful expression, feeding her one spoonful after another.

When Ye Qing wasn’t looking, Jiang Jinhuang’s lips curved into a smile.