Transmigrated into the Scum Female Consort - Chapter 97

The moment she closed the door, a blade appeared in Yun Chi’s hand. She didn’t know if it was the exact Heng saber Ten Song described, but she had done her best. She had silently recited Ten Song’s descriptions while adding two modern keywords: Military grade, modern manufacture.

Yun Chi weighed the weapon; it felt substantial. She walked over to Ten Song in a few brisk steps.

“I’m gifting you a saber. Try it out and see if it fits your hand.”

Ten Song took it blankly. The blade was nearly two feet long (60 cm) with a non-slip grip. The scabbard was pitch black, adorned with a small tassel. Snapping out of her daze, she hurriedly tried to hand it back. “Consort, please do not give me this.”

Yun Chi smiled. “Keep it. I don’t know any saber techniques; it’s useless to me.”

Ten Song shook her head, looking anxious and struggling for words. Suddenly, a clear, pleasant voice rang out from behind—Ye Xuejin and Qi Mingyan had come out.

“Consort, Ten Song means that ‘one should not receive a reward without merit,'” Qi Mingyan said. She walked closer and, seeing the girl’s mix of joy and unease, said gently, “Since it is a gift from the Consort, take it. Just remember to be wholeheartedly loyal to Her Highness and the Consort from now on. That is how you repay the kindness.”

Ten Song’s eyes lit up. Now she knew what to say.

“I will definitely risk my life to be loyal to Her Highness and the Consort! If anyone wants to harm you, they’ll have to step over my corpse first!” The girl knelt on the ground, head held high, looking boldly at Ye Xuejin and Yun Chi. Her sincerity was unquestionable.

Ye Xuejin smiled and helped her up. “Then I shall count on Ten Song to protect me.”

Yun Chi was more curious about the saber skills. “I’m counting on you too! Quickly, show us a few moves. Let me see how powerful the future General Ten Song is.”

Ten Song scratched her head sheepishly and looked at Qi Mingyan for help. Qi Mingyan smiled. “Ten Song means she will ‘show her lack of skill’ (offer a humble performance).”

“The Strategist is right! I’ll show my lack of skill!” Ten Song nodded repeatedly and stepped back to clear some space.

Bound to the tree, Su Da curled his lip in disdain. This little girl played with a stick and now she thinks she can use a blade? A bunch of women pretending to understand martial arts. Ridiculous.

Under the bright moonlight and the mountain wind, the girl began her dance. Her movements were incredibly fast. The heavy blade gleamed silver, creating a whistling sound as it cut through the air.

“When holding a saber to break an formation, the advantage lies in rapid advancement,” Ye Xuejin noted with satisfaction. Ten Song’s moves were simple—mostly straight slashes—but her footwork was swift, perfectly utilizing the heavy blade’s momentum.

Qi Mingyan agreed. “The strength of a saber lies in the hack and the ferocity.” Ten Song possessed both speed and power, which made up for any lack of complex technique.

Yun Chi, who understood nothing of martial arts, had only one word: “Impressive.”

Su Da was stunned. Am I dreaming? The girl truly knew her way around a blade. Every move was clean, and that whistling sound only comes from a heavy blade swung with extreme force. She was better than most men in the military. Moreover, the Princess and the Strategist clearly knew what they were looking at.

“Your Highness! I, Su, am willing to serve!” Su Da shouted with all his strength.

The atmosphere stilled. Ye Xuejin didn’t even look at him. She said calmly to Qi Mingyan, “Mingyan, come back inside with me.”

“Yes.” As Qi Mingyan turned to follow, she leaned into Ten Song’s ear and whispered, “Don’t let him disturb Her Highness’s peace. As long as he doesn’t die, it’s fine.”

Ten Song caught a scent of peach wine—the immortal brew! Snapping back to the present, she lunged at Su Da.

“What are you doing? I agreed to serve! Untie me!” Su Da felt a sudden chill as he met the girl’s cold eyes. Before he could process why the Princess ignored him, a sharp pain hit his neck.

Ten Song sheathed her blade and smiled brightly at Yun Chi. “Consort, I knocked him out.” She had used the back of the blade. He was still alive.

Yun Chi pondered for a moment. “Ten Song, why do you think Her Highness ignored him?” She figured Ten Song’s thought process was similar to her own—two “common” brains might equal one genius.

Ten Song shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Then let’s think about it together.”

Ten Song looked sincere. “My brain is slow. I can’t figure it out. I just listen to Her Highness and the Strategist.”

Yun Chi: “…”

Back inside, Ye Xuejin and Qi Mingyan were clinking glasses. Seeing Yun Chi return, they stopped. Ye Xuejin reached out her hand before Yun Chi even got close. Like clockwork, a compressed biscuit was pressed into her palm.

However, Yun Chi didn’t leave this time. She sat down, looking troubled. She had just tried to “wish” for martial arts skills, but the Golden Finger only offered her more biscuits. It seemed the system couldn’t grant innate physical skills.

“Is something wrong, Consort?” Ye Xuejin asked.

“Nothing. Do you want to try some pomegranate wine?” Yun Chi brought out a new bottle and poured two full cups.

“By the way,” Yun Chi asked, “since Su Da offered to defect, why did you ignore him? Do you think he’s insincere?”

Ye Xuejin sipped the pomegranate wine. It was 40-proof distilled liquor, much stronger than the peach wine. Her pace slowed. “I don’t care if he’s sincere or not.”

“What do you mean?”

“Only one person from Commander Chen’s group can live. Su Da happened to show loyalty and bravery, so I chose him. The day after tomorrow, Chief Secretary Zhu will appear with his forces. I need one survivor to act as a witness—to tell them that ‘those who surrender shall be spared.'”

She only needed one witness. She couldn’t trust a large group of Yangzhou soldiers yet; too many survivors might revolt at a critical moment.

Yun Chi was awestruck. “How are your brains wired?” This was the definition of playing 3D chess.

Ye Xuejin looked up, her eyes slightly hazy from the alcohol. “I just… grew up this way.” Her voice turned soft and melodic.

Yun Chi waved a hand in front of her face. “Are you drunk?” Mixing different types of alcohol usually did the trick.

Ye Xuejin smiled. “I am not drunk.” She drained her cup and shook it. “I actually want to be drunk…”

Her smile faded, replaced by a deep melancholy. It was as if the sunset had been swallowed by dark clouds. She looked lonely under the moonlight.

Yun Chi squeezed her hand. “The Eldest Princess hasn’t had enough? You can’t drink anymore, or you’ll sleep in tomorrow and miss important things.”

“I am truly not drunk,” Ye Xuejin whispered, looking down at their joined hands. One pair was delicate and fair; the other had larger joints and slightly rougher skin. Their lives shouldn’t have intersected, yet here they were.

Yun Chi instinctively rubbed her thumb against Ye Xuejin’s hand. Ye Xuejin looked up, meeting her gaze.

“Don’t be sad,” Yun Chi said firmly. “I’ll stay with you until things get better. I won’t leave until you’re okay.”

Ye Xuejin looked dazed, as if she didn’t fully understand, but her grip tightened. “Consort… you must stay with me forever.”