The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

Qi Yanrong lay quietly on the soft bed, her gaze as gentle as the warm spring sun as she gazed at Miao Xiuli, who had been waiting by her side. A wave of gratitude surged in her heart, the emotion threatening to burst through her chest and overflow from her eyes. However, she knew the weight of this gratitude; it wasn't solely due to Miao Xiuli, but rather the deep friendship forged between her two cousins, which had made this rare opportunity possible for her.

The all-powerful and revered Censor Xiao, like a brilliant star, shone with endless brilliance in the sky of the Great Zhou court. His power and influence, like surging waves, shook the entire Great Zhou. And Miao Xiuli, Censor Xiao's most trusted confidant, traveled thousands of miles like a lithe butterfly to rescue Qi Yanrong from her peril.

Qi Yanrong couldn't help but marvel at the miraculous turn of events, as if this was a wondrous journey orchestrated by heaven. She knew clearly that within the vast Great Zhou court, besides the supreme Empress, Censor Xiao was a towering mountain, unrivaled. And her eldest cousin, Qi Xinyue, had also been saved by Censor Xiao, and now they were as close as sisters, their bond as solid as a rock.

At this moment, Qi Yanrong's heart was like a vast ocean, with surging emotions surging through her like a tide. She deeply understood that establishing a good relationship with Xiao Yushi would undoubtedly be a great treasure for their family.

Her face was filled with a sincere smile, as charming as peach blossoms in bloom in spring, or as heartwarming as the warm winter sun. Every wrinkle of her smile seemed meticulously crafted, radiating captivating charm. Her eyes, brimming with determination and earnestness, shone like two brilliant stars in the darkness. That light, imbued with boundless gratitude, seemed to illuminate the entire world.

Miao Xiuli smiled, her smile like a blossoming flower, exuding an enchanting fragrance. It was like a spring breeze, gentle and warm, bringing joy to everyone. Her eyebrows lifted slightly, like a crescent moon, and her eyes, like bright stars, shimmered with kindness and wisdom. That radiance, like the brightest stars in the night sky, captivated everyone's attention. Her lips parted, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth. Her voice was clear and melodious, like the chirping of a nightingale, captivating everyone.

"No, no, miss, you're so kind. I've come here only to follow my master's orders. Besides, your eldest sister and my master share a bond as strong as that of real sisters. Since you're her younger sister, it's my unshirkable duty to help you." Miao Xiuli's voice was clear and melodious, like the sound of nature, echoing through the air. Her words were filled with humility and sincerity, each word a pulsating note, playing the melody of friendship. That melody flowed like a clear spring, nourishing the hearts and minds of the people.

Qi Yanrong listened quietly to Miao Xiuli's words, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. She couldn't help but recall every moment she had spent with her elder sister, those warm memories unfolding before her like a beautiful scroll. Her elder sister's care, love, and support had been like a beacon, illuminating her path to growth. Miao Xiuli's arrival had made her feel the continuation of her elder sister's friendship, a bond that bound her and Miao Xiuli together.

She secretly resolved to cherish this friendship and become a good friend of Miao Xiuli. She would treat Miao Xiuli with sincerity and kindness, just like an older sister, and share life's joys and sorrows with her. In the days to come, they would move forward hand in hand, face life's challenges together, and create beautiful memories together.

The next morning, sunlight streamed across the earth like a golden veil, bringing a touch of warmth and hope to the world. Qi Yanrong's injuries had fully healed. Her skin radiated a healthy glow, and her eyes revealed a firmness and determination. She and Miao Xiuli stood side by side, like two brilliant stars, radiating a dazzling light.

On the battlefield, soldiers from both sides stood in formation, a suffocating atmosphere of tension. Qi Yanrong wielded a longsword, its blade gleaming with a cold light. Her posture was nimble and agile, like a nimble tiger, ready to pounce on the enemy at any moment. Her swordsmanship was unparalleled, each strike carrying a deadly threat, like a torrential downpour, leaving the enemy afraid to underestimate her.

Miao Xiuli drew her bow and arrow, her eyes as sharp as a hawk's, fixed firmly on the enemy's vital points. Her arrows streaked across the sky like meteors, piercing the air with a piercing whistle, accurately striking the enemy's vital points. Her archery was superb, like a masterpiece by a master artist, each arrow imbued with immense power and precision, leaving the enemy defenseless.

Not to be outdone, Hun Sen and Nguyen Van Hung brandished their weapons, engaging Qi Yanrong and Miao Xiu Li in a fierce battle. The flashing of swords and sabers clashed, gleaming with cold light, and the deafening cries of killing seemed to tear the entire battlefield apart. Their movements were swift and powerful, each attack laced with the resolve of a desperate struggle, as they attempted to withstand the fierce onslaught of Qi Yanrong and Miao Xiu Li.

Qi Yanrong's swift movements were as swift as lightning, nimbly weaving through enemy lines. Her swordsmanship was as graceful as a dance, each movement imbued with rhythm and rhythm, yet imbued with boundless destructive power. Each of her attacks resembled a blooming flower, beautiful yet deadly, striking both wonder and fear into the hearts of her enemies.

Miao Xiuli, on the other hand, fired arrows continuously from a distance, her arrows raining down like dense raindrops, exerting immense pressure on the enemy. Her archery was incredibly precise, each arrow hitting the enemy's vital points, leaving them unable to retaliate. Her eyes revealed a calm and decisive expression, as if telling the enemy that her arrows were unavoidable.

With their tacit cooperation, the enemy gradually fell into a passive position. Qi Yanrong and Miao Xiuli's strength far surpassed that of Hong Sen and Nguyen Van Hung. Their attacks were as fierce as a storm, leaving the enemy breathless. With the addition of Miao Xiuli's troops, the numerical gap between the two sides gradually narrowed, and the balance of victory began to tilt towards Qi Yanrong and Miao Xiuli.

Finally, Qi Yanrong found her opportunity. A flicker of determination flashed in her eyes. She thrust her sword into Ruan Wenxiong's chest, the blade darting through him like lightning, carrying unparalleled force. Ruan Wenxiong couldn't dodge, and Qi Yanrong's sword pierced his heart. Blood gushed out instantly, staining his body crimson. His eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, and his body slowly collapsed, like a collapsing mountain.

Not to be outdone, Miao Xiuli stabbed her arrow like a deadly snake, piercing Hun Sen's throat. Hun Sen screamed and fell to the ground, blood gushing from his throat, forming a pool of crimson. His body convulsed, as if in a final struggle, but he eventually closed his eyes powerlessly.

With the deaths of Hun Sen and Nguyen Van Hung, the main force of Jiaozhi fell into disarray. Panicked, the soldiers lost their command and morale. Seizing the opportunity, Qi Yanrong and Miao Xiuli led the soldiers in a final charge. Their cries resounded like thunder across the battlefield, galvanizing the soldiers forward.

The soldiers rushed towards the enemy like a surging tide, their swords flashing coldly, and the shouts of killing were deafening. The Jiaozhi army collapsed under this powerful offensive and was defeated one after another. Qi Yanrong and Miao Xiuli led the soldiers in pursuit and completely defeated the main force of Jiaozhi, winning a glorious victory for the country.

They swept through Jiaozhi again, defeating several remaining forces and completely wiping out Jiaozhi's main resistance. Qi Yanrong remained behind to maintain law and order and began preparations for establishing a provincial capital in Jiaozhi. Miao Xiuli, brimming with joy of victory, returned to report to Xiao Mingyue.

Before leaving, Qi Yanrong gently took Miao Xiuli's hand, her eyes full of anticipation: "Xiu Li, the world is so vast, I wonder if you can stay for a while longer, so that I can show my hospitality." Miao Xiuli was slightly stunned, then smiled and said: "Miss, it is difficult to refuse your kindness, but I still need to go back to report.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Qi Yanrong's eyes, but they quickly brightened up again. "Then sister, I hope everything goes well this time. You must come again in the future." Miao Xiuli nodded. "Don't worry, miss. We will definitely meet again."

Just as Miao Xiuli was about to depart, a sudden commotion erupted outside. It was Qi Wanrou, the Qi family's second sister, who had rushed over after hearing her younger sister had been rescued. She hurried into the room, and upon seeing Qi Yanrong safe and sound, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she bowed gracefully to Qi Yanrong and Miao Xiuli, "Thank you so much, young lady, for saving my younger sister. If you need anything in the future, the Qi family will do their utmost to help."

Miao Xiuli hurriedly helped her up, "Second Miss, you are too polite. This is my job." Qi Wanrou turned to look at Qi Yanrong, "Little sister, since our eldest sister is not here, we must repay Sister Miao's kindness in the future." Qi Yanrong nodded vigorously, and the three of them smiled at each other, and their smiles contained beautiful expectations for the future development of their friendship.

Soon, the entire territory of Jiaozhi was conquered by Qi Yanrong. With only 2,500 men, Qi Yanrong, a rising star, conquered Jiaozhi, becoming another legendary general. Her deeds became a popular topic among the people of the Great Zhou! Everyone sang stories of Empress Liu Qian's blessings to the people and the heroic female general's defeat of 100,000 men with just 500 men.