Transmigrated into the Scum Female Consort - Chapter 81

The young bailiff’s expression fractured. This old man’s courage was even more pathetic than his own—he had actually wet himself in terror!

“Hurry up and carry me on your back!” Magistrate Zhang urged, his voice frantic. He felt as though his hearing was failing him; he couldn’t stand the slightest rustle of the wind. He was plagued by the constant sensation of approaching footsteps. He had to leave this wretched place and return to the safety of the city. He would rather huddle by the city gates for the night than stay here a moment longer.

The young bailiff let go and tried to move his legs, crying out in despair, “But… but my legs won’t move! Ah—!”

Magistrate Zhang’s eyes widened in horror. He watched helplessly as a figure lunged from behind the bailiff—a ghostly silhouette wielding a rod that jabbed into the bailiff’s back. With a muffled groan, the young man collapsed.

“Ah!” After a high-pitched, piercing scream, Magistrate Zhang fell straight backward and lost consciousness.

Yun Chi was speechless. She hadn’t even made her move yet, and the man had already passed out from sheer fright. To be safe, she gave Magistrate Zhang an extra jolt with her stun baton anyway.

She then faced a dilemma: how was she to transport these two? After a moment of dark contemplation, her gaze hardened. She retrieved the dagger she had once gifted to Ye Xuejin from her storage space. Gritting her teeth, she plunged the blade twice into each of their chests.

Any man appearing here tonight was either a beast or an accomplice. They all deserved to die.

Coldly, she wiped the blood from the blade with her sleeve, regained her composure, and unhurriedly put on her shoes to head back the way she came. Upon reaching the spot where the others had fallen, Yun Chi released the two new corpses and took a moment to retrieve all the arrows she had used. Just as she finished, she heard a flurry of chaotic footsteps behind her.

She steadied herself and, for safety, hid behind a tree. Before she could discern who the approaching figures were, she heard a sharp, clear call.

“驸马 (Fuma)!”

It was Ye Xuejin’s voice, breathless and laced with anxiety. Yun Chi stepped out immediately. “I am here.”

As soon as she spoke, a figure rushed toward her. Upon reaching her, the person struggled to steady their stance, only gripping Yun Chi’s hand tightly. Ye Xuejin took several sharp breaths, trying her best to remain calm. “Consort, this Princess is unharmed.”

Yun Chi frowned and lifted Ye Xuejin’s hand. Realizing she had been found out, Ye Xuejin immediately pulled her hand back and hid it behind her back. “I am truly fine.”

No one knew how frantic Ye Xuejin had been on the way back. She had run the entire distance with her heart in her throat. She knew those men were there to commit atrocities and likely had no backup; she knew, rationally, that the danger had passed. But she feared the “what if.” What if, in the time she was gone, something had happened to her Consort? She would never have forgiven herself.

When Yun Chi saw the other women approaching, she frowned but remained silent. Aside from the elderly Madam Zhou, who remained at the cabin with little Ying’er and another child, all the women had come. Led by Lu Shang, they were all out of breath from running. They had been waiting in the cabin, enduring the agony of this hellish night, but when the perpetrators failed to arrive, their anxiety drove them outside.

There, they saw Ye Xuejin—her expression tense, her hair disheveled, and blood dripping steadily from her fingers. The women’s faces paled. They all shared the same terrifying thought: Had Her Highness run into those monsters alone?

“The elders and children stay behind; the rest of you, follow me,” Ye Xuejin commanded, clutching her chest to steady her breathing before turning to run again without pause.

In that moment, Lu Shang felt as though her heart had died, but the courage she had long suppressed suddenly flared to life. She stopped worrying about consequences and roared, “Sisters, let’s go!”

Even if the road ahead led to death, they would face it together. They were already in the abyss; what was there left to fear?

Until this moment, the women still did not know what had happened. Ye Xuejin turned back to them, pointing toward a spot a few paces away. She spoke clearly, each word heavy with intent: “The men who came tonight are all there. You may now do to them whatever you wish. With the Immortals above as my witness, I vow upon my life that I will never let you suffer such bullying again.”

The women finally saw the men strewn across the ground. Under the moonlight, they recognized familiar, hideous faces alongside strangers who were equally demonic. The men lay there with eyes closed, seemingly at their mercy.

The women felt their blood boil. Their hearts throbbed as they stared at the men, seeing in them their own past helplessness and the sisters who had died tragic deaths.

“Your Highness… was it the Immortals?” Zhou Qiyue asked in a soft, steady voice.

Ye Xuejin bit her lip, holding back the sting in her eyes, and nodded firmly. “Yes. The Immortals instructed me to come here and execute them. But I believe the ones most entitled to carry out the sentence are you.”

She finally understood the true weight of human suffering. She saw the life returning to the women’s eyes—eyes that had been numb and vacant moments ago. This hatred needed a destination. These innocent women needed a new life. And that new life would begin by trampling these demons into the dust.

“Your Highness, can we really do… anything?” Lu Shang asked, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and suppressed sobs.

Ye Xuejin nodded vigorously. “Go. I will watch over you. I will be your shield. From this day forward, no one will ever hurt you again.”

“Ah!” Lu Shang let out a shrill, cathartic scream. The sound startled several of the fainted bailiffs awake. Before they could react, a boot slammed into their faces.

The bailiffs shrieked, but soon even their screams were cut short. Their teeth were kicked out, their mouths mangled. Countless feet and fists rained down upon them. There was only pain—pain upon pain, until they drew their last breaths.

The crying, the laughing, and the screaming continued until it became a chorus of liberated sobs. Every kick carried the weight of the agony they had endured.

Zhou Qiyue watched them, tears falling silently. Her heart ached, but it was a pain that felt like a release. She wiped her nose, let out a roar, and charged in as well.

Ye Xuejin looked up at the sky, forcing back her tears, and closed her eyes for a long time. Yun Chi silently took her hand and wiped the blood away with her sleeve. Ye Xuejin’s fingers trembled, then went still. Yun Chi said nothing; she simply lifted Ye Xuejin’s hand to her lips and blew gently on the wounds.

Ye Xuejin bit her lip hard, and the tears she had been holding back finally overflowed. She had never intended to strive for power; she had been pushed forward by fate. But from this moment on, she would never retreat. She would carve out a path for the women behind her, and for all women trapped in the mire of this world. Even if she had to walk through fire, even if her hands became stained with blood…

When it was over, the women collapsed to the ground, exhausted. But their eyes were bright—blazing with a newfound will to live. They looked at Ye Xuejin as their savior.

Yun Chi looked at the mess on the ground and changed her mind. Originally, she had planned to hide the bodies in her storage space. Now, she felt it was better to leave them. Let the blood-soaked earth serve as a warning. Let the world see exactly what happens to those who act like beasts.

Finally, Ye Xuejin took Yun Chi’s hand and looked warmly at the seated women. “Let us return. From now on, you have me.”

“We are willing to serve Your Highness unto death!” Zhou Qiyue scrambled to her knees and kowtowed. The other women followed suit, their cries shaking the mountain forest.

“Rise,” Ye Xuejin said gently. “Go back and sleep well. I hope to see a different version of you tomorrow.”

Late at night, a cold wind blew, but it could not cool the burning spirits of the women. Back at the cabins, Yun Chi handed Ye Xuejin some compressed biscuits and secretly manifested several stoves from her space.

“Divide these among everyone,” Ye Xuejin instructed Zhou Qiyue. “Tell them how to use the stoves.”

Zhou Qiyue gathered the biscuits in her skirt, smiling brightly. “Rest assured, Your Highness. I will explain it clearly.”

Inside the cabin, Yun Chi closed the door and brought out a first-aid kit. She looked at Ye Xuejin. “Sit down. Let me bandage you.”

She had felt it the moment Ye Xuejin grabbed her hand earlier—the wetness wasn’t just sweat; it was blood.

Ye Xuejin sat on the edge of the bed, looking a bit lost. Yun Chi knelt down and gently pried her fingers open, her voice full of heartache. “Don’t clench your fist. Doesn’t it hurt?”

She used a damp gauze to clean the wound. Ye Xuejin lowered her gaze and whispered, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Yun Chi looked at her helplessly. “What happened? Your clothes are torn and covered in dirt.”

Ye Xuejin pursed her lips slightly. “It was too dark,” she said softly. “I accidentally tripped.”