Quick Transmigration: The Love Rescue Plan

Kudzu vines are used to hold the horse, and artemisia is used as a whip; realgar and strong wine are offered to the river deity.

Five-colored new silk threads are wrapped around palm horns, and pomegranate flowers bloom for three days to welcome the Dragon Boat Festival.

With oars, flags, drums, and rhythmic steps, dragon boats race on the rolling river.

The pearl tassels swirl and the stars tremble; the flower vines shake and the dragons and snakes move.

While the dragon boat races were in full swing outside, the conversation between the two people inside the teahouse turned into a heated exchange.

"In this dragon boat race, the commander is always the key figure. If the commander is good, victory will naturally follow. If the commander is bad... the Yang family's sons are certainly extraordinary, but this Yang Sanlang... is too reckless, perhaps..."

"Sister is too kind." Dong Yue'e moved gracefully and sat down on the round stool. She picked up the teacup on the round table, but did not drink it. She just stared at it quietly.

After a long silence, Dong Yue'e said softly, "How can military campaigns and battle plans be as easy as we young ladies make them out to be?"

"Strategies and wisdom are not something we can easily discuss. If it comes to war in this world, we young ladies can decide what to do and what to do." Dong Yue'e chuckled, "Wouldn't that make those young men who go to the front lines a joke?"

"Why are you so protective of Yang Sanlang today, Third Sister?"

"Third Sister is just telling the truth." Dong Yue'e gently put down her teacup. "No matter how reckless the Yang family's sons are, they are still capable generals."

"Third Sister, my heart is so heavy!"

“Sister is joking again. As the saying goes, every inch has its advantages and every foot has its disadvantages.” Dong Yue’e said dismissively, “The Yang family’s sons are not limited to Yang Sanlang alone. Although they all have their shortcomings, they are all excellent generals on the battlefield.”

Dong Yue'e slowly raised her right hand and gently supported her chin: "On the battlefield, they will not let their own shortcomings and deficiencies affect their judgment and decisions. Recklessness is not good, but it is not entirely a bad thing. Besides... rumors should not be completely believed, but they should not be completely disregarded either."

"Didn't you dislike Yang Sanlang?"

Dong Yue'e glanced at the woman dismissively and said, "What's it to you?"

The woman was about to say something when she was interrupted by cheers drifting from the Bian River.

The woman turned her head to look towards the Bian River, then smiled and turned to Dong Yue'e, saying, "Congratulations, you guessed right."

Dong Yue'e stood up with a slight smile, gave the woman a slight bow, and slowly walked towards the wooden stairs.

"I really don't know why Master is so biased towards you." The woman said somewhat unwillingly, "You've only been learning your skills for two years, yet Master lets you participate in this annual grand ceremony."

"Such favoritism is one thing, but Master actually made you perform the final dance, and it's the most difficult sword dance to master..." The woman lowered her eyes and sighed softly, before finally raising her eyes to look at Dong Yue'e and continuing, "Since Master trusts you so much, don't disappoint her. Dance well and don't disgrace our music hall."

Dong Yue'e turned to face the woman, bowed again, and looked at her earnestly, saying, "Senior Sister, all of this was won back by Third Sister through her own abilities."

“I know my foundation isn’t as good as yours, and you might look down on my sword dance. Since Gongsun Da Niang, no one has ever heard of a sword dance that could amaze the audience. But don’t you think a sword dance is more suitable for today, Senior Sister?” Dong Yue’e smiled confidently. “I was able to gain Master’s approval to perform the finale because of my hard work. You may not believe me, but… you must believe Master. I… will definitely… present it…”

Dong Yue'e paused for a moment, looked past the woman into the distance, and said with unusual determination, "A dance that could topple empires."

"Alright, I'll wait." Looking at the confident Dong Yue'e in front of her, the woman finally felt relieved of her sharp edges: "Since you really won my final performance by skill, then... don't embarrass the music academy."

Dong Yue'e smiled, turned around, and walked down the wooden stairs.

In that dance competition, the participating dancers were not allowed to watch other people's performances.

Firstly, it was to reduce the pressure on the participants, and secondly, it was to maintain an air of mystery.

Therefore, the woman did not know that the Dong Yue'e of today was not the Dong Yue'e of yesterday.

With a large red silk fan in her left hand and a two-inch-wide long sword in her right, Dong Yue'e gently brought her hands together in front of her. As the delicate and compact pipa music began, Dong Yue'e lightly touched her toes to the ground and quickly stepped onto the red carpet from the inner stage with small steps that matched the rhythm of the pipa music.

Dong Yue'e hurried to the center of the red carpet with small, quick steps. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Yang Yan'an being escorted by a crowd toward the city platform, and finally a faint smile appeared on her face.

Yang Yan'an, this is a magnificent dance I've prepared for your triumphant start.

Dong Yue'e gently stepped her right foot forward and to the left, and using her right and left toes as the center, her body quickly drew a circle, and her arms also spread out.

With a "whoosh," accompanied by the sound of a pipa, a red silk fan unfolded in the air, revealing a lifelike golden dragon embroidered on its surface with gold and silver threads.

Dong Yue'e slowly turned in circles, using the toes of her left foot as the axis. Her left hand, holding a silk fan, moved rhythmically in the air, while her right hand, holding a sword, simply followed the movements of her left hand, occasionally flashing a streak of silver light.

On the red carpet, a dancer in a red dress twirled and danced, the trails of her silk fan resembling clusters of auspicious red clouds, as if a golden dragon were joyfully flying within them.

The already lifelike golden dragon appears even more realistic under the sunlight, with its individual gold and silver threads, yet it possesses a dazzling and mesmerizing beauty.

Every now and then, a streak of silver light would flash across the sky, adding to the somber atmosphere.

Dong Yue'e, who had been spinning around, deftly stretched her right leg back and slid down to sit on the ground. Although it wasn't as graceful as a reclining fish, it was still quite good.

Dong Yue'e simply couldn't do the "lying fish" pose.

Every time I try to sit down by rotating and sliding, I either twist my back or can't get into the right position.

So Gongsun Da Niang changed her dance steps, stretching her right leg back and quickly sliding down to sit on the side.

Although the technique was lacking, I managed to master this dance move.

With another "whoosh," the silk fan in her left hand closed, and Dong Yue'e bent down slightly.

With her slender arms naturally drawn forward, the silk fan pressed against the long sword. Dong Yue'e then leaned back, and once her back was straight, she quickly raised her hands.

Dong Yue'e suddenly jumped up from the ground, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and was airborne again. Her dance steps continued, and her left hand holding the fan quickly danced a few times before placing it behind her back. Then, with her back to the audience, she tucked the red silk fan diagonally into her belt.

After landing on his toes, he lightly tapped his feet a few more times and leaped up, his arms overlapping as he swung them.

"Zheng~zheng~zhengzheng~zheng~" As the pipa music changed, a "clang" was heard, and the thin sword, which was originally only two inches wide, split in two, becoming an extremely exquisite pair of male and female swords.

Holding the sword in both hands, Dong Yue'e spun rapidly in place once again. The crisp sound of the golden bells in her hair, along with the increasingly urgent pipa music and the sound of the swords clashing with her trembling hands, intertwined like a war song of clashing swords and galloping horses.