Quick Transmigration: The Love Rescue Plan

Fortunately, no matter how inhumane or protective Zhao Kuangyi was, he hadn't gone so far as to be utterly inhumane. Before the fifth match began, he allowed them a short rest.

Yang Yan'an held his right sleeve with his left hand, using the wide sleeve as a fan, and waved both hands to fan Dong Yue'e, saying, "Third Sister, are you hot?"

Dong Yue'e found it strange that Yang Yan'an was wearing a wide-sleeved top that was not very convenient for movement, even though he knew that there would be an archery competition today. So that's why... No wonder he is the man she—Dong Yue'e—has taken a liking to him. He is indeed a perfect man!

While Yang Yan'an and Dong Yue'e were still unconsciously abusing their affections, Emperor Zhao Kuangyi couldn't stand it anymore.

Where is the dignity of the Song general? These two are clearly in love, yet they refuse to accept the imperial decree of marriage. What's going on?!

As an emperor, wouldn't you feel incredibly humiliated?!

I must have been too idle to bother with these two's business!

The more I think about it, the more upset I get. The weather is also hot and humid today. Staying here to watch them compete is not as good as going back to the palace to hug the Empress.

Zhao Kuangyi coughed lightly, gesturing to the silver-armored young general beside him.

The silver-armored junior officer clenched his fist in salutation, then waved his military flag and announced, "The fifth match begins!"

"Third Sister, shall we go first?"

Dong Yue'e smiled faintly and said, "You go first."

Yang Yan'an looked at Dong Yue'e seriously and said, "Third Sister, you wouldn't be thinking of letting me have you, would you?"

Dong Yue'e couldn't help but glare at Yang Yan'an with amusement and said, "If I wanted to let you win, why would I have gone to so much trouble to beat you in the fourth game?"

Although Dong Yue'e was indeed thinking that if Yang Yan'an suffered some setbacks in the end, she would just go easy on him, how could she say that out loud?

Moreover, given the current situation, Dong Yue'e wouldn't dare say that Yang Yan'an needed her to turn a blind eye.

It's not that Dong Yue'e's skills are inferior to Yang Yan'an's, but after four rounds of competition, Dong Yue'e's physical strength is exhausted. Now, drawing the bow and shooting arrows is somewhat difficult for her. With four arrows being shot at the same time, Dong Yue'e doesn't know how much she can perform.

Even so, Dong Yue'e still wanted to buy insurance.

In just one year, Yang Yan'an's archery skills improved rapidly. Dong Yue'e believed that when she came of age, Yang Yan'an would definitely be able to completely defeat her.

But... Dong Yue'e didn't want to wait any longer.

It wasn't that she was in a hurry to complete the task, but rather that she wanted to spend more time with Yang Yan'an.

If Dong Yue'e initially approached Yang Yan'an only for the sake of her mission, now Dong Yue'e has genuinely fallen in love with Yang Yan'an.

Although he is clumsy with words and reckless, his merits outweigh his flaws.

Dong Yue'e and Yang Yan'an were destined not to grow old together; their time together was limited. Therefore, Dong Yue'e really wanted to spend more time with this man who had moved her heart and made her feel sorry for him.

Yang Yan'an scratched his head with a silly grin and said, "Third Sister is right. But you should go first! The pressure is greater for the one who shoots last, and I can't bear to see you under that pressure, Third Sister. Besides..."

Yang Yan'an looked up at the sky and continued, "It's hot today, I'll fan you here..."

"Yang Sanlang!" Dong Yue'e flung aside Yang Yan'an's waving sleeves and said, "What are you fanning yourself for? You're getting in my way while I'm shooting. I think we shouldn't argue anymore; it's unfair if one of us shoots under pressure from behind. How about we both watch at the same time?"

Yang Yan'an thought for a moment, nodded, and stood to Dong Yue'e's left: "Okay."

Dong Yue'e and Yang Yan'an slowly raised their left hands to shoulder height, stepped their right feet back to shoulder width, and reached their right hands into the quiver behind their waists. With nimble fingers, they nocked four arrows onto the bowstring and made slight adjustments. Their left arms lowered, their elbows rotated inward, and their right hands pulled the string to their right chin.

Dong Yue'e glanced at Yang Yan'an beside her out of the corner of her eye. Yang Yan'an's skin was tanned from long-term combat training, but not dark. It was like honey under the sunlight, with an amber-like color that was very beautiful.

His slightly rugged facial features, paired with his wheat-colored skin, gave him an air of military command. Large beads of sweat slowly slid down his temples, his moderately thick lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were fixed on the target not far away with piercing gaze.

They say that a man who is serious is the most handsome.

Although the sons of the Yang family were all capable generals who fought on the battlefield, their appearances and temperaments were quite different.

Yang Liulang was quite different from his brothers. Despite the same training grounds, battlefield battles, sun and rain, and hardships, he remained a gentleman with the air of a scholar, not at all like a martial artist.

Yang Yanzhao's skin wasn't quite as white and smooth as a woman's, but it was still very fair, as if it had never been exposed to the sun. His facial features weren't as rugged as those of the other sons of the Yang family, but fortunately, they weren't effeminate either; he was neither too strong nor too weak, perfectly balanced.

His appearance was not particularly remarkable; he possessed the air of a gentleman and the spirit of a scholar. However, coupled with his fair complexion and the fact that he was a soldier well-versed in military strategy, he naturally exuded a scholarly air. If one did not know Yang Liulang, one would probably only think of him as a weak and frail scholar.

Therefore, among the sons of the Yang family, Yang Liulang was arguably the most handsome. With his dashing appearance, gentlemanly demeanor, and the prestige of the Yang family generals, he was truly a man of both literary and martial talents, making him the dream lover of every woman in the capital city of Kaifeng.

In comparison, the other sons of the Yang family appeared rather ordinary in appearance.

However, Dong Yue'e felt that Yang Sanlang was quite good, though his reputation was not as good as Yang Liulang's, nor as good as Yang Dalang's...

Uh~ This is absolutely not meant to belittle Yang Sanlang. Dong Yue'e just wants to say that someone like Yang Sanlang is just right.

Yang Sanlang wasn't bad, but compared to his two older brothers and four younger brothers, his goodness didn't stand out.

But in Dong Yue'e's eyes, isn't this also a good point?

His goodness doesn't need others to know; it's enough that he knows it himself.

In the eyes of others, he was just a fish eye, but in Dong Yue'e's eyes, he was a pearl that belonged to no one.

With a "whoosh," both men's arrows left the bowstring simultaneously, eight arrows rushing towards their target like eight wild horses. Eight "thuds" followed, signaling the outcome.

"Third Sister..." Yang Yan'an called out, his eyes fixed on the target not far away.

"Ah."

"Third Sister..."

"Ah."

"Third Sister..."

Dong Yue'e finally couldn't help but roll her eyes, and playfully flicked Yang Yan'an's forehead: "Yang Sanlang, you win!"

"I won? I..." As if just waking from a dream, Yang Yan'an covered his head with his right hand, turned his head and looked at Dong Yue'e with excitement, and said, "I won? Third Sister, I won?"

Dong Yue'e was amused by Yang Yan'an's silly expression. She smiled and rolled her eyes at him, nodded, and said slowly but firmly, "Yang Yan'an, you win. You've won against me, Dong Yue'e."

[Ding~ Male lead Yang Yan'an's favorability towards you +10, currently at 90%. Congratulations, host, victory is in sight!]

Upon hearing this, Yang Yan'an threw down his bow, strode over to Dong Yue'e, grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her up, spinning her around several times. As he spun, he laughed loudly, "Ha~ha~ha~ Third Sister, I won! Third Sister, I won! I won!"

Dong Yue'e raised her arm and put it around Yang Yan'an's neck, her eyes smiling like crescent moons: "You silly goose!"

"Third Sister, you didn't let me have a chance!"

"I swear, absolutely not."

Dissatisfied at being ignored, Zhao Kuangyi coughed again before speaking: "I hereby declare Yang Sanlang to have won the match 3 to 2 against Dong Sanniang. Now, I will fulfill my promise from a year ago and bestow marriage upon you two. After Dong Sanniang comes of age, you will choose a date to get married."

Yang Yan'an quickly put Dong Yue'e down, glancing at her somewhat nervously. Dong Yue'e, seeing Yang Yan'an's expression, couldn't help but chuckle softly, then took his hand, gesturing for them to step forward together to express their gratitude.

"Your subject, Yang Yan'an, thanks Your Majesty for your grace."

"Your humble servant, Dong Yue'e, thanks Your Majesty for your grace."