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

A melodious prelude flowed from Lin Xiaoyan's fingertips. This time, she didn't choose her usual soft, sentimental tunes or elegant landscape music, but instead played "Qin Feng: Wu Yi" (The Song of Qin - No Robes). This poem was originally a military song from the Qin region, filled with a spirit of shared hatred and passionate battle fervor. Now, in this solemn atmosphere, her clear and resonant playing on the zither carried a unique and special meaning.

The music began peacefully, but soon it intensified, like the clash of swords and the roar of battle. Each note was like a rapid drumbeat, striking the heart. Zheng Hongye and the others, who had initially looked somewhat weary, couldn't help but rouse themselves upon hearing the music, their gazes turning to Lin Xiaoyan with a hint of surprise.

Amidst the stirring piano music, Lin Xue began her dance.

Instead of her usual light and graceful dances designed to please the guests, she chose a powerful and dynamic aerobic dance. Her movements were like a startled swan, spinning, leaping, dodging, and slashing, each movement clean, crisp, and explosive. Her eyes were no longer gentle and tender, but sharp as swords, as if facing an invisible enemy.

Her long sleeves fluttered in the air, sometimes like battle flags, sometimes like sharp blades. Her steps were quick yet steady, exuding the power of a thousand troops within the small space. Her dance was no longer a simple performance, but more like a silent rehearsal for battle, filled with the urgency of an impending storm and the tension of imminent conflict.

The Zheng Group executives in the main cabin were all captivated by Lin Xue's sudden and powerful dance. Many of them were military commanders or leaders, and they were more likely to resonate with this masculine art form. Zheng Bowei nodded repeatedly, his eyes flashing with admiration.

No one noticed that as Lin Xue spun rapidly, her gaze swept across the Luoyang map on the table with lightning speed, firmly imprinting in her mind the key locations that Zheng Hongye and Fifth Uncle had pointed out earlier—Mingde Gate, the direction of the Imperial City…

Her dance is not just a performance, but also a process of observation and memory. She pours all her tension and anxiety into her powerful body language, using the tension of dance to mask the turmoil in her heart.

After the climax of "No Clothes," the music paused briefly. Lin Xue also ended her dance in a frozen pose, slightly out of breath, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead. She bowed again, her face flushed from the exertion, but her eyes remained clear.

"Excellent! Well done!" Zheng Bowei couldn't help but clap his hands and cheer. "Miss Lin's dance has the spirit of the men of the Zheng family!"

Zheng Hongye nodded slightly, a rare hint of approval on his face: "You have indeed made progress. Reward me."

The attendant immediately stepped forward and handed Lin Xue a small brocade box. Lin Xue accepted it, thanked him again, and then returned to her seat. She quietly sat down, adjusted her breathing, and repeatedly confirmed the map details she had just observed in her mind.

Next, it was Bai Jie's turn.

Bai Jie picked up the jade flute and placed it to her lips. She didn't look at anyone; her eyes were vacant, as if gazing into the distance. As she lightly pressed her fingertips, a clear yet somewhat melancholic flute melody rose softly.

The flute music was different from the stirring notes of the zither, and different from the passion of dance. It carried a chilling coldness that penetrated to the bone, like the cold wind of late autumn sweeping across a desolate battlefield. It was also like the somber atmosphere that permeated the world before a storm.

She was playing "Moon over the Mountain Pass." Originally a piece depicting the scenery of the frontier and the homesickness of soldiers, Bai Jie's rendition imbued it with less sorrow and more chilling resolve. The flute's melody was sometimes plaintive, as if telling of impending sacrifice and separation; at other times it became sharp and urgent, like a long siren, foreshadowing the coming of a great battle.

"The storm is brewing..." An old clansman listened to the flute music and couldn't help but sigh softly, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including anticipation and worry.

Bai Jie's playing technique has reached a state of perfection; every note strikes precisely at the heartstrings of the audience. Her fingers dance nimbly across the flute holes, controlling the strength and speed of her breath, vividly conveying the tense atmosphere of impending doom and impending battle.

To the melodious yet somber strains of the flute, Lin Xiaoyan plucked the strings once more. This time, her zither playing was no longer dominant, but rather complemented the flute, like the interplay of drums and horns on a battlefield. The zither's sound was steady, the flute's chilling melody; together, they created a suffocating sense of oppression.

At this moment, the Zheng family's high-ranking officials in the main cabin seemed to be affected by the music, falling silent once again. Their thoughts might have already drifted to Luoyang three days later, to the surprise attack that would determine the fate of their family.

No one noticed that, under the cover of the flute music, Lin Xiaoyan's fingers, seemingly gliding casually across the strings, were actually making an extremely secret record. Her nails were meticulously trimmed, leaving extremely subtle, almost imperceptible indentations at specific string positions and with specific plucking pressures. This was a pre-arranged encrypted recording method, decipherable only by the three of them.

"Luoyang", "surprise attack", "insider", "three days later", "full moon", "Poshan Camp", "Mingde Gate"... These keywords were recorded by her in the hidden places of the strings with specific string positions and the number of times the strings were plucked.

Meanwhile, during the brief pauses between playing her instrument, Bai Jie subtly conveyed key information—such as the name "Zhang Yong" that she had noticed, and the positions of "Minister of Personnel" and "Judge of the Court of Judicial Review" mentioned by her fifth uncle—to Lin Xue, who was sitting beside her, through the corner of her eye. Lin Xue responded with barely perceptible nods or finger gestures to indicate that she had received the information.

The three worked in perfect harmony, like a sophisticated machine, operating silently deep within the enemy's heartland. Their performance served both to complete their mission and to cover their own tracks. Their artistic talents, at this moment, became their most powerful weapon for gathering intelligence.

The flute music faded, and the piano music stopped as well. The main cabin was silent, save for the occasional sound of rippling water outside the window and the slightly heavy breathing of the passengers.

Zheng Hongye let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had broken free from the tense atmosphere created by the music. He looked at the three women and nodded: "Your skills have all improved today, especially this music and dance, which is very appropriate. I will reward you."

Three more gifts were presented to the three women.

"Thank you, Patriarch." The three women thanked him in unison, their voices gentle, their faces showing just the right amount of fear and gratitude.

"Alright, you may all leave." Zheng Hongye waved his hand, clearly his mind had returned to the important matter at hand and he did not want to be disturbed any further.

"Yes." The three women bowed again, then, carrying their instruments and with their heads bowed, quietly withdrew from the main cabin along the same route they had come from.