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

Chapter 330: The four women of the Great Zhou Dynasty were paraded naked through the streets, Yu Lingna's head and her miserable end

On the towering, mottled city wall, the heads nailed to wooden stakes looked particularly terrifying in the cold wind. Behind Yu Youwei's head, which was still dripping with blood, was the head of another female general, Yu Lingna.

By this time, Yu Lingna's head had long since lost all its color. The prolonged bleeding had drained nearly all of the blood from her skull, leaving her once rosy complexion as pale as paper, as if an invisible hand had drained away all life and vitality. Her cheeks had lost their former luster, becoming shrunken and gray. The skin clung tightly to her bones, accentuating the contours of her face, making it appear particularly eerie and terrifying.

Her already fair skin, in the icy air, now resembled the thin layer of snow that fell on the branches of a dead tree on a winter's day. The frosty wind blew a chilling chill that sent shivers down one's spine. Meanwhile, the vibrant blue lipstick on her face was like a sudden flash of light across the night sky, strikingly striking amidst the dead silence and pallor, like an eerie, beacon of light suddenly lit in the darkness.

People seemed to see this girl sitting in a dimly lit room, a blue lip gloss quietly nestled in a delicate little box. She gently opened the box and removed the lip gloss. This blue wasn't a soft, pale blue, like the ripples on a lake under a clear spring sky, but a deep, azure blue like the depths of the ocean. That azure blue was like the most hidden corners of the deep sea, hiding countless unknown secrets and mysterious powers. It was as if within that azure blue lay an ancient shipwreck, carrying a lost civilization; strange creatures, each carrying an unknown magic. This blue held a mysterious and cold aura that instilled awe in the eye, as if it were a messenger from another mysterious world.

One could almost see this delicate girl applying her makeup, slowly and evenly applying lip gloss to her lips. Her movements were gentle and focused, each subtle movement revealing a determination. The lip gloss spread across her lips, each trace of color like a painter's meticulously drawn line, delicate and precise. These lines seemed to have life, interweaving and blending to form a breathtakingly beautiful painting. In this painting, one could almost see the surging ocean, hear the crash of waves against the rocks, and feel the sharp, cold sea breeze. But now, her alluring lip gloss serves no purpose other than to enhance her poignant beauty!

Her lips were slightly parted, the expression and look still frozen in the moment of her beheading, a breathtakingly poignant beauty. Those slightly parted lips seemed to speak of endless resentment and regret. As if, in her final moments, she had left many words unspoken. Perhaps it was the longing for her loved ones, the unspoken care and love that surged in her heart like a tide; perhaps it was the attachment to her dreams, those unfulfilled ambitions that pierced her heart like sharp blades. So many wishes remained unfulfilled: perhaps a desire to see the world's beauties, perhaps a desire to achieve something earth-shattering. But now, it was too late. She could only vent her anger and unyielding spirit to the world in this silent way. Those slightly parted lips, the tender pink tongue poking out from the edges, were like a silent cry, echoing in the silent air, speaking of the unspeakable pain and struggle within her heart. The atmosphere became increasingly solemn, and everyone was shocked by her lips that were filled with mystery and determination, as if they could see through these lips her soul full of regret and unwillingness.

In this slightly eerie atmosphere, filled with an air of uncertainty, what was even more striking was the uniquely shaped sapphire lip ring embedded in Yu Lingna's lips, which should have been rosy and delicate. It seemed to have quietly emerged from the depths of darkness, carrying with it an indescribable sense of strangeness.

The lip ring rested quietly between her lips, like a rare treasure from a mysterious and exotic land. Imagine, in that distant land, shrouded in ancient legends, perhaps a group of mysterious artisans crafted this lip ring with unique skills and a deep reverence for gemstones. It seemed to have traveled through time and space, bringing the ancient aura of that mysterious land to this place. It emanated a faint blue light, not dazzling, but like the faint glow in the deep night sky, faint and vague, as if hiding countless unknown secrets. This light seemed to hold a mysterious magic, like an invisible hand, instantly captivating the gaze of all who sought to uncover the truth. In their eyes, there was curiosity, fear, and a hint of a desire to uncover the mystery.

A closer look reveals the sapphire's pure and delicate texture, a resemblance to nature's most perfect masterpiece. Each facet appears meticulously crafted by nature, reflecting brilliant colors in the dim light. These hues intertwine dreamily, sometimes embodying a deep lake blue, sometimes shimmering with a mysterious purplish-blue, like a vibrant dream. Surrounding it, a ring of tiny diamonds forms. These diamonds, like loyal guardians, surround the sapphire's brilliant "moon." Their faint glimmers resemble the stars in the night sky, radiating their own unique charm in the darkness. Each diamond is like a tiny spirit, their light, though faint, coming together to create a unique beauty.

This lip ring was meant to be an ornament, a beautiful accessory. When worn on the lips of a woman with a charming smile and graceful figure, it would surely enhance her allure and captivate her, making her the center of attention. Yet, now, on this cold head, it seemed strange and mysterious. Its faint blue light, amidst the dead silence, seemed to carry a chilling chill. It seemed to carry Yu Lingna's unfinished story and endless resentment. Perhaps those stories were of a poignant love story or a thrilling conspiracy; perhaps those resentments were anger against betrayal or a struggle against the injustice of fate. It stood as a silent witness, waiting for someone to unravel the mystery and bring these forgotten stories and resentments to light. Perhaps, when the truth was revealed, the mysterious glow of this lip ring would gradually fade, leaving behind only a haunting memory.

The sapphire, like the brightest star in the night sky, radiated a cold glow in this hazy environment. It seemed like an elf from the depths of the distant universe, imbued with endless mystery and aloofness. Upon closer inspection, its hue was pure and profound, like a bottomless, cold pond, seemingly containing the secrets of the entire universe. That profound blue seemed to conceal countless ancient stories and mysterious powers, tempting one to delve deeper, yet intimidated by its chilling aura as one approached.

The lip ring's design was exquisitely crafted, each line seemingly sculpted with the finest craftsmanship. The edges were polished to a smooth, rounded finish, without a trace of roughness. It perfectly fitted the contours of her lips, as if custom-made for her. More than just a decorative piece, the lip ring added a layer of cool beauty, imbuing her face with a distant, aloof aura, like a snow lotus on an iceberg, meant to be admired from afar and never touched.

At the edge of her slightly parted lips, her tongue, jutting out from under her lips, was a delicate, soft, pink sapphire tongue ring, perfectly displayed. The ring's delicate shape, with its sleek lines, resembled a flowing, azure ribbon wrapped around the tip of her tongue. The sapphire's deep, captivating hue resembled the most mysterious blue region of the night sky, seemingly hiding countless untold stories.

A gentle breeze, carrying the coolness of the night, blew past, and her head swayed slowly in the gentle breeze, her hair fluttering with it, making a soft rustling sound. With each sway, the tongue ring occasionally flickered with a faint blue light. At first, the light was as faint as a firefly, but gradually became brighter and sharper, like a ghostly eye, flickering in the darkness. This faint blue light seemed to have life, dancing and flowing in the air, giving people a mysterious and eerie feeling, making people feel uneasy.

This tongue ring is also crafted from top-quality sapphire. Despite its small size, it exudes a captivating charm. A closer look reveals the sapphire's texture, which is warm and delicate, yet cool to the touch, as if imbued with a millennium of chill. Refraction of light reveals a unique luster, richly layered with brilliant highlights and deep shadows, like a deep, mysterious ocean.

It complements the lip gloss and lip ring, creating a unique visual effect. The lip gloss's vibrant color, like a blooming rose, brings life to her pale lips. The lip ring, crafted from silver, is elegant yet opulent, intricately engraved with patterns, highlighting her refined elegance. The tongue ring, on the other hand, adds a touch of playfulness and mystery, appearing and disappearing at the tip of her tongue, as if revealing a hidden secret.

The interweaving and fusion of these three elements imbues Yu Lingna with a unique and captivating aura, even after her death. Her face looms in the darkness, her eyes wide open, as if her soul still wanders the world, guarding her own secrets. This mysterious atmosphere, like an invisible net, envelops everything around her, instilling both fear and an irresistible desire to explore the truth.

The atmosphere beside the empty and bloody city wall was oppressive and suffocating. The sunlight shone down dismally, casting a gloomy hue on everything.

Yu Lingna's head was hung high on the city wall, nailed to a wooden stake. Her lips were painted in vibrant blue lip gloss, a rich and alluring hue, like the mysterious blue of the deep ocean, emitting a heart-pounding allure. The sapphire lip and tongue rings gleamed with a cool, cool light in the dim light, each refraction of which spoke of her stubborn and unyielding spirit.

Her face, pale as paper, devoid of a trace of color, seemed to have been mercilessly drained of all life by time. Her skin was nearly transparent, its delicate veins faintly visible beneath the surface, like a fragile painting. Her cheeks were sunken, and her cheekbones slightly bulged, accentuating her haggard appearance. Deep, dark bags lay beneath her wide-open eyes, like a valley shrouded in darkness. Her lips, somewhat drained of moisture and color, were lifeless, only the blue lipstick stubbornly asserting its unique character.

The blue lipstick and gleaming gems stood out against the dead silence and pallor, like a sudden burst of brilliant fireworks in the darkness, brimming with life and energy. This stark contrast was like a thrilling contest between life and death unfolding within this tiny head. The splendor of life clashed fiercely with the pallor of death, like a life-or-death struggle between darkness and light. Everyone who witnessed this scene was overcome with an inexplicable shock. That shock, like a raging storm, impacted the soul, as if, in that moment, through this delicate yet resilient head, they could see the intertwining of life and death, and the endless mysteries hidden beneath.

Yu Lingna, a female general with a priestly heritage and covered with rings, ended her life unwillingly with endless regrets. Her head was nailed to the city wall with a wooden stake, and her naked body was pushed to the square under the city wall of Byzantium on a wooden donkey cart and paraded through the streets. Her tragic end could not be changed, and her head was forever nailed to the city wall of Byzantium, becoming a memorial site for the Eastern Roman Empire's victory over the female general of the Zhou Dynasty and the annihilation of the female general of the Zhou Dynasty!

From afar, some of the Zhou female soldiers who had arrived earlier saw through their telescopes the heads of Yu Lingna and the other female generals impaled on wooden stakes on the city walls. Their eyes were filled with heartache and indignation. They clenched their weapons, their knuckles white from the exertion, their teeth chattering, their hearts filled with hatred for the enemy and pity for Yu Lingna, and even more grief and indignation at her fate! However, Yu Shanshan and the other leading generals had not yet arrived. These early female soldiers could only watch from afar as the four female generals were humiliated by the Romans, waiting for Yu Shanshan and the others to arrive.

However, for the Romans, the scene was quite different. Their people cheered and leaped for joy, their faces brimming with the happiness and joy of New Year's Eve. Their eyes gleamed with madness as they shouted and embraced one another in celebration. Some leaped for joy, waving their banners even more vigorously. They believed that defeating the powerful female generals of the Great Zhou would usher in a moment of peace. Some, with a cruel excitement in their eyes, could not wait to personally avenge the generals. They rubbed their fists, muttered vicious words, and plotted to carve their mark on the heads or corpses of the generals, unleashing their long-suppressed anger.