Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 91

Chapter 91

“Soon, you play by yourself for a bit,” Jiang Jinhuang said, continuing to comb Ye Qing’s hair slowly.

The little one pouted at the wooden duck in her hand, rolled twice on the bed, and played alone. She didn’t believe adults’ promises of “soon.”

Jiang Jinhuang combed for a while longer, then stopped, fearing the little one would grow impatient. She might need the little one’s help to visit Ye Qing again.

“Yangyang, we’re ready. Come, we’ll play with you,” Jiang Jinhuang said, smiling.

The little one climbed up from the bed, extremely happy.

Ye Qing took a new cotton-stuffed ball, placed it on the bed, and let the little one kick it for fun. She and Jiang Jinhuang watched from the side.

The little one kicked the ball to Ye Qing, then to Jiang Jinhuang, giggling happily to herself.

After playing a while, the little one grew tired. Ye Qing and Jiang Jinhuang pinched her cheeks or patted her belly, treating her like a toy.

Soon, the little one rubbed her eyes sleepily, pulled Jiang Jinhuang’s skirt, and said, “Sister, I’m sleepy.”

Jiang Jinhuang wanted to stay with Ye Qing longer, but since her sister said so, she wrapped the little one in a cloak and walked toward the door, carrying her.

Ye Qing followed and opened the door for them. Jiang Jinhuang turned to Ye Qing and said, “See you tomorrow morning.”

Ye Qing smiled at her and said, “Yes, see you tomorrow morning.”

Jiang Jinhuang carried the drowsy little one back to their room, placed her in bed, and soon the little one fell asleep.

Jiang Jinhuang sighed. Being a carefree little one, eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping every day, was truly joyful.

The next morning, Ye Qing slept until late morning before getting up. Jiang Jinhuang and her group did the same. Only Song Zhao rose early, planning to eat breakfast with Ye Qing’s group, but since none of them were up, she ate alone.

Ye Qing groggily got up, washed, and changed into clean clothes, then went to find Jiang Jinhuang.

She knocked on Jiang Jinhuang’s door and said, “Jinhuang, are you up? It’s almost noon. Time to go eat.”

“We’re up and were about to find you when you came,” Jiang Jinhuang replied, smiling. Seeing Ye Qing in a moon-white dress with a jade hairpin, Jiang Jinhuang’s eyes brightened.

Ye Qing didn’t notice Jiang Jinhuang’s expression change. She quickly knocked on Song Zhao’s door and said, “Song Zhao, are you up? Let’s go. Time to hit the streets.”

Song Zhao opened the door helplessly and said, “I’ve been up for ages, ate breakfast, and have been waiting for you three.”

“Alright, let’s go. Isn’t it the Flower Festival? We’ll stroll first and eat lunch later,” Ye Qing said.

“好,” Song Zhao said. She had already explored nearby after breakfast but stayed close, fearing Ye Qing’s group would worry if they couldn’t find her.

Ye Qing carried the little one, and the four left the inn. Today, they dressed simply, unlike their usual dusty look. The three looked fresh and clean, attracting attention on the street.

Sure enough, soon after they stepped out, many people glanced at Ye Qing’s group frequently.

The street bustled with young Kunze and Qianyuan out and about. Vendors’ calls rang out, creating a lively scene.

The little one wished she had eight eyes. She looked here, then there, her two eyes unable to keep up.

Ye Qing laughed at the little one’s excitement and said, “Jinhuang, Song Zhao, stay close to me. Don’t get separated in the crowd.”

“好,” Jiang Jinhuang said, moving closer to Ye Qing. Song Zhao did the same.

At a sugar figurine vendor, the little one tugged Ye Qing’s sleeve, pointing, and said, “Sister Ye, that looks fun.”

“If it’s fun, I’ll buy you one,” Ye Qing said, smiling. She carried the little one to the vendor and asked for a sugar figurine.

The old lady vendor made them fresh. Seeing the little one’s cuteness, she smiled and asked, “Little girl, what shape do you want?”

“A big tiger!” the little one said fiercely.

“Alright, I’ll make you a big tiger,” the old lady said, starting to work. She blew air into the sugar tube, and soon the tiger’s body took shape. She molded its features with tools, making them vivid.

Quickly, she crafted a slightly adorable tiger.

The old lady stuck the sugar tiger on a stick, handed it to the little one, and said, “Here, little girl.”

“Thank you,” the little one said in her sweet voice, taking her big tiger.

After licking it once, the little one found it sweet but hesitated to lick more, fearing she’d ruin her tiger.

“It’s so sweet!” the little one said, her eyes shining as she looked at Ye Qing. Sister Ye was so kind, buying her whatever she wanted.

“好, hold it steady. Let’s keep going,” Ye Qing said, paying the vendor and carrying the little one onward.

Seeing a mask stall, the little one tugged Ye Qing’s sleeve again and said, “Sister Ye, what’s that? I want to see.”

Jiang Jinhuang looked at the little one helplessly. Why did the little white dumpling want everything?

Ye Qing wouldn’t refuse her, immediately carrying her to the stall and saying, “Pick one you like.”

The little one pointed at an orange fox mask and said, “I want this one.”

“好,” Ye Qing said, then asked the vendor, “How much is this?”

“Fifteen wen each, sir. Buy more, and I’ll give a discount,” the vendor replied, smiling.

“Jinhuang, Song Zhao, pick one too for fun,” Ye Qing said. Since they were here, and she wasn’t interested in these things, she’d buy one for each of them.

Jiang Jinhuang looked at the masks, chose a white rabbit one, and Song Zhao picked a big white dog one, both quite cute.

Ye Qing held the fox mask to the little one’s face, and it suited her well.

Ye Qing paid, and the group moved on.

During the Flower Festival, Xiangzhou had many young Qianyuan and Kunze parading with flowers in their hair. Their beautiful appearances and varied flowers drew onlookers’ attention as they passed through the street.

Ye Qing’s group joined the fun, but compared to them, the paraders seemed less striking. Many people stopped to look at Ye Qing’s group instead.

The crowd was dense, and Ye Qing felt someone deliberately pushing Jiang Jinhuang. She handed the little one to Song Zhao and said, “Hold Yangyang. I’ll protect Jinhuang. It’s too crowded.”

“好,” Song Zhao said, immediately holding the little one tightly.

Ye Qing put her arm around Jiang Jinhuang’s waist and said, “Stay close to me. Don’t let the crowd push you.”

Jiang Jinhuang looked at Ye Qing, her lips curving slightly. Her silly dog knew to protect her—maybe there was hope yet?

She didn’t hold back, pressing herself against Ye Qing. This reduced the pushing from the crowd. The three adults finally squeezed out of the crowd, and Ye Qing found a restaurant to eat at.

The streets were crowded, and the inns and restaurants even more so. Ye Qing’s group waited a while for a table. The private rooms upstairs were booked, so they sat in the main hall, occasionally feeling gazes from others.

After eating, they returned to the inn. Ye Qing refused to go out again that afternoon. She heard the Flower Festival’s highlights were the daytime flower parade and evening river lanterns. Having seen the parade, she planned to go out again at night.

So, that afternoon, the four rested at the inn, recharging their energy.

After traveling for over ten days, Ye Qing was truly exhausted. Even waking late, she slept until nearly dark.

She got up, dressed, washed her face, and went to call Jiang Jinhuang’s group.

The little one had just woken up. Jiang Jinhuang told her to eat her sugar tiger, as it wouldn’t keep well.

So, the little one held her sugar tiger, licking it obediently, looking half-asleep.

Ye Qing knocked on the door, heard Jiang Jinhuang’s response, and entered, seeing the little one licking her sugar tiger on the bed.

Ye Qing laughed and said, “Wash your face. It’s time to go out. The streets are getting lively.”

“Yes, I’m ready. I just need to wipe Yangyang’s face,” Jiang Jinhuang said, rinsing a towel and cleaning the little one’s face thoroughly.

At night, Song Zhao took over carrying the little one, as the evening crowds were larger, and Jiang Jinhuang needed protection. Song Zhao held the little one securely.

As they went out, they saw shops on both sides of the street hung with lanterns, lighting up the otherwise dark streets brightly.

Most people carried lanterns of various designs, looking quite unique.

“Let’s go. While it’s not too crowded, let’s check out the river,” Ye Qing said, shielding Jiang Jinhuang as they walked toward the river. Song Zhao followed behind them.

At the river, many vendors sold river lanterns, eagerly promoting them to young people. Seeing Ye Qing’s group, a vendor approached quickly.

“Miss, buy some river lanterns. The Flower Festival’s Flower God is very effective. Float a lantern in the river and make a wish, and it’ll come true,” a shy eleven- or twelve-year-old girl said, her basket full of lanterns, as if business was slow.

Ye Qing nodded and said, “Alright, give us ten. How much each?”

“Three wen each, sister. Since you’re buying many, just 25 wen total, and I’ll throw in a fire starter,” the girl said, smiling brightly at Ye Qing’s group.

Ye Qing nodded and said, “Good.”

She paid readily. The girl handed the lanterns to Ye Qing’s group, said a few auspicious words, and waited for other customers.