The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Alpha: She's So Sweet Now! - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Big Wedding

“Zero-Five-One, can you take control of my body for a bit? I’m so sleepy…”

Jiang Ningzhi had been woken up early by the maids. Throughout the process of dressing and makeup, she kept her eyes closed, letting them manipulate her like a mindless puppet.

She finally made it out of the manor and was about to mount her horse when an imperial decree arrived. Dazed, she knelt to receive it. She didn’t even catch the general content; she simply thanked the Empress in a drowsy stupor and was ushered into the carriage gifted by her “cheap” Imperial Mother to head to Prince Yong’s manor.

Inside the carriage, charcoal heaters were already lit, and thick curtains blocked the biting wind. The scent of high-quality ambergris drifted slowly, making it so comfortable she wanted to fall asleep immediately.

The carriage journey would take nearly two hours one way. Because the Empress worried Jiang Ningzhi’s body wouldn’t hold up, she had specifically granted a carriage and decreed that Jiang Ningzhi needn’t ride a horse—a unique honor among the married princes and princesses.

Zero-Five-One: “I am sorry, host, I do not have such a function.”

Jiang Ningzhi grumbled, “Useless system. You can’t help with anything, and I still have to live under the shadow of a ‘Script Kill.'” Her tone shifted as she suddenly remembered something. “But this mother of mine seems to dote on me. If so, why was there no punishment for the male lead after he drove me to death?”

“By the way, Zero-Five-One, when did the male lead become the Crown Prince? And why?”

Zero-Five-One: “Since the host has not yet unlocked the subsequent detailed plot, I cannot answer this for now.”

Jiang Ningzhi was speechless. “Unlock the detailed plot? Does that mean I have to survive the first Script Kill first?”

Zero-Five-One: “Yes, host. Only by passing the next death node can you continuously unlock the details.”

She lifted the curtain to look outside. The Seventh Princess marrying the Commandery Princess of the Yong Manor was a major event in the capital, especially since the bride was known as the “Number One Kunze.” The crowds lining the streets were massive. Looking at her own weak hands, she sighed and went back to daydreaming.

Listening to the noise outside, her thoughts drifted to her past life. She had grown up in an orphanage, loved by the Director like a biological daughter. She had worked her way up from a small employee to a Vice President in finance to pay for the Director’s cancer treatments. But the Director had still passed away on a cold New Year’s Eve.

“Director Mama… I’m getting married. I’m going to have a wife,” Jiang Ningzhi murmured. Tears wet her eyes and slid down her face before she realized it. “I transmigrated, so Mama must have too. She must be living well in some world! Don’t cry, this is a joyful day.”

She forced a smile, though her eyes were full of a “fragile” kind of pain.

Qian Rui: “Reporting to Your Highness, we have arrived at Prince Yong’s Manor.”

The moment the carriage stopped, the sorrow in Jiang Ningzhi’s eyes replaced itself with excitement. Regardless of anything else, she was getting a wife today—the most beautiful and talented Kunze in the capital! She tidied her robes, smoothed a tiny wrinkle, and stepped out.

She looked at the “Prince Yong’s Manor” plaque and the crowd blocking the gate. A rugged Qianyuan stepped forward to greet her.

“I am Chi Yuanzheng, the second son of Prince Yong, greeting the Seventh Highness.”

“Ah, Deputy Commander Chi, no need for formalities.” Jiang Ningzhi offered a smile to her “brother-in-law.” “And this crowd is…?”

Chi Yuanzheng: “Your Highness, these are all Chi clan kinsmen. My brothers and I were away during our own weddings, but we’ve come today to celebrate my third sister’s marriage. We hope Your Highness doesn’t mind.”

Jiang Ningzhi pouted inwardly. The “mischievous smiles” on their faces were far too obvious. They weren’t here to celebrate; they were here to haze the groom!

Chi Yuanzheng: “If Your Highness wishes to pass this door, you must solve our riddle. Otherwise, you must wait until a stick of incense burns out before entering.”

“In that case, please present the riddle,” Jiang Ningzhi said. “The sooner we solve it, the sooner I can bring my bride home.”

The crowd laughed. One cousin joked, “Your Highness is quite eager to see our sister! Second Cousin, hurry and give the test.” Another whispered mockingly, “Who wouldn’t be eager? But with that body, can she even ‘perform’ after getting her home?”

Jiang Ningzhi frowned at the snide comments. She signaled Zhe Xiu, her loyal and powerful Hidden Dragon Guard. Zhe Xiu silently slipped into the crowd, grabbed the ones speaking nonsense, and dumped them into the manor’s horse stables, leaving them covered in mud and manure.

Chi Yuanzheng began the challenge: “Your Highness, we are rough military men. A literary test would be hard for us, and a martial test might hurt you. Why not think of a way to combine the two?”

Jiang Ningzhi blinked. You want me to test myself? She smiled. “That’s simple. Let’s do a math problem involving sports.”

Chi Yuanzheng: “How is that both literary and martial?”

“Suppose there is a Cuju [ancient football] tournament. In the first 11 matches, a team remained undefeated and earned 23 points. According to the rules, a win is 3 points and a draw is 1 point. How many matches did the team win?”

The crowd went silent. In the Great Jin Dynasty, while Qianyuan studied history and policy, very few were masters of arithmetic. They began whispering and scratching their heads.

“The answer is 6 wins,” Jiang Ningzhi said after a moment. “I have answered. May I go get my bride now?”

Chi Yuanzheng: “Please explain the logic, Your Highness, so we know it’s not a random guess.”

Jiang Ningzhi explained the “Chicken and Rabbit in the same cage” logic: “If they drew all 11 matches, they would have 11 points. That is 12 points less than the actual 23. Since a win gives 2 points more than a draw, we divide the 12-point difference by 2. The result is 6 wins.”

“Wow! Your Highness is brilliant!”

While they were marvelling, Jiang Ningzhi slipped past them and shouted toward the inner courtyard: “This Highness has come to marry the Commandery Princess! Where is my Imperial Consort?”

The crowd realized they couldn’t stop her and finally cleared the path.

Jiang Ningzhi approached the bedroom. Her heart raced. This wasn’t just a “Female Lead” anymore; this was her wife. She walked into the room and saw a figure sitting on the bed in a phoenix crown and embroidered robes.

Even through the red veil, her grace was undeniable. Jiang Ningzhi stood before her, so nervous she didn’t know where to put her hands. The maids giggled at her pure, flustered reaction.

Shuang’er: “Your Highness, you should pick the Princess up now. You can look at her slowly once we get back~”

“Oh… right! I’ll carry her! Carrying her now!” Jiang Ningzhi stuttered, picking up the bride. She felt as light as a feather. Too thin, she thought, holding her gently.

The wedding ceremony at the Princess’s manor followed. When the servants finally left, only the two of them remained on the bed. Jiang Ningzhi was dazed with excitement, while Chi Luoyao waited for her to act.

Chi Luoyao: “Your Highness?” “Ah, I’m here! What is it?” Chi Luoyao giggled softly. “It’s time to lift the veil.”

With trembling hands, Jiang Ningzhi used the ceremonial rod to lift the red silk. What she saw was a face of porcelain perfection, eyes full of a gentle smile, and a delicate beauty mark.

Jiang Ningzhi stared blankly. Is this my wife? Even a fairy couldn’t compare!

Chi Luoyao poked Jiang Ningzhi’s soft cheek. “Your Highness… the nuptial wine~”

Jiang Ningzhi’s legs almost gave out. Such a beautiful wife… so cute… I want to take a bite…

They shared the wine. Jiang Ningzhi pumped herself up. I’m the Qianyuan, I’m the Top, I can’t be a coward!

“Can I… call you Luoyao from now on?” she asked, sitting beside her.

Chi Luoyao leaned closer. “Of course, Your Highness can call me whatever you like.”

“Then… then let us… go to sleep, Luoyao.” Jiang Ningzhi prepared to lie down.

Chi Luoyao wrinkled her nose. Is this person a block of wood?

Chi Luoyao: “Does Your Highness not want to ‘consummate the marriage’ with me?” “Is it that Your Highness is… unwilling? Or… unable?”

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