Quick Transmigration: The Love Rescue Plan

Dong Qianyue suddenly opened her eyes, only to be met with complete darkness.

This made Dong Qianyue's lips twitch again. Before, in the system space, it was all gray, but now, all she could see was darkness.

Could he be blind?

Fortunately, after a while, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and slowly, the darkness was no longer complete; I could vaguely make out the general outlines.

Dong Qianyue reached out and touched the silky thin blanket covering her body, and smiled with satisfaction.

The soft mattress and the thin silk quilt suggest that the original owner's family was well-off.

After all, this was her first time undertaking a mission. If the original owner's family was so poor that they couldn't even afford to eat or have enough to eat, Dong Qianyue really wasn't confident she could complete the mission without starving herself.

To put it bluntly, as a recent college graduate, Dong Qianyue doesn't yet have the ability to earn money to support her family.

[Does the host accept the memory transfer?] Yingying's voice rang in Dong Qianyue's mind.

Dong Qianyue thought for a moment and nodded.

It's the middle of the night now, and everyone is probably fast asleep. Even if I cause some minor trouble due to the memory transfer, it shouldn't disturb anyone.

It's not that Dong Qianyue is worrying unnecessarily, but memory transfer—it's impossible for memories that don't belong to her to be implanted into her mind without any problems.

In the end, I am just an ordinary mortal, not a god.

[Memory transfer begins... Memory transfer complete!]

After receiving the memories, Dong Qianyue rolled her eyes. What a rip-off!

The feeling of helplessness and the urge to complain actually overwhelmed the physical discomfort!

A sense of powerlessness she had never felt in 22 years swept over Dong Qianyue, making her want to complain: Is this really a task that a mere mortal like me can accomplish?

Am I now being asked to transform a pampered girl into a tomboy?

Is that possible?

Dong Qianyue sighed helplessly, thinking: Never mind, let's check the character's attributes first before deciding what to do.

Dong Qianyue brought up the control panel, and rows of bright red text gradually appeared on the light pink fluorescent panel.

Name: Dong Yue'e (Dong Qianyue)

Gender: Female

Age: 14 (22)

Intelligence: 45 (30)

Mental strength: 30 (30)

Combat strength: 35 (10)

Appearance score: 60 (45)

Skills: Dance, Dong Family Archery

Items: None

Blessing Value: 0

Free points: 0

Given her exceptionally poor attributes, Dong Yue'e felt that her journey was long and arduous, and completing this mission would not be something that could be done in just a few days; she needed to plan carefully for the long term.

Therefore, the most important thing right now is not anything else, but to get some rest.

The soul being transferred was already incredibly painful, and the dizziness and nausea brought on by the memory transfer made Dong Qianyue feel extremely uncomfortable.

Health is the foundation of everything; no matter how important something is, you should wait until you've replenished your energy and spirit before considering anything else.

Dong Yue'e encouraged herself in her heart, wrapped herself in the quilt, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight pierce through the clouds and illuminate the earth, the stillness of the night is broken.

Early-rising swallows under the eaves flew into the sky in search of food, and several baby birds poked their little heads out of the nest, chirping.

The originally grayish-blue sky gradually faded, the gray slowly receding, leaving only that intoxicating blue.

The sun slowly rises, and a gentle warmth spreads across the world.

The world slowly awakens from the silence and chill of the night, beginning the prosperity and warmth of the day.

Dong Yue'e smiled and pushed open the carved wooden window, leaned against the window, and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air.

Dong Yue'e stretched slightly, loosening her muscles and bones, before striding over to the bronze mirror.

Dong Yue'e smoothed her hair with her hand and casually picked up an embroidered hairband from the dressing table to tie herself into a stylish ponytail.

Dong Yue'e dragged a large, dusty wooden box directly from under the bed, took a deep breath to blow away the dust, and then opened the box.

After much searching, I finally found a wearable garment among the clothes I had stored away – a crimson outfit.

There was no way around it; this whole box of clothes was bought two years ago.

Two years may not seem like a long time, but for a child, two years is enough time for them to grow taller.

Finding a decent piece of clothing is really not an easy task. The one I'm wearing is too short and doesn't fit properly.

But since she wants to transform from a delicate young woman into a strong, independent woman, Dong Yue'e can no longer wear the clothes in her wardrobe.

"Third Sister." A maid wearing a light green embroidered short jacket, dark green hemp trousers, and with her hair tied in double buns, walked in carrying a copper basin.

After calling out "Third Sister," the maid looked up at Dong Yue'e, who was tying her belt.

With a loud bang, Dong Yue'e looked up and saw that the maid had a look of utter despair and extreme shock on her face, and the copper basin in her hand had fallen to the ground.

Dong Yue'e's eyes darted around guiltily in their sockets several times. Really... has she changed too much?

It was just a change in the original owner's clothing style, but even her personal maid was quite frightened.

However… Dong Yue’e shook her head firmly. Time waits for no one, and she didn’t have time to slowly make changes.

"Third Sister, what's wrong..." The maid, who had finally recovered, rushed to Dong Yue'e and directly touched Dong Yue'e's forehead: "But..."

"I'm fine." Dong Yue'e smiled and brushed the maid's hand away. "Bi'er, I'm fine. It's just..."

Dong Yue'e took a deep breath and said, "I've just figured some things out."

Dong Yue'e struck a cool archery pose in the air and said, "I am the daughter of Dong Zhenhong, the Iron Bow Commander of Xinzhou in the Northern Han Dynasty! I am born into a military family, and my inherent character cannot be changed."

"Those things like playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, and dancing are not my forte. From now on, I've decided to be a proud daughter of a military family that my father can be proud of," Dong Yue'e said, patting her chest.

"A daughter of a military family?!" Bi'er, who had barely recovered, seemed even more shocked: "Third Sister, didn't you say before that you wanted to be a proper young lady from a respectable family, not necessarily proficient in all the arts, but at least have a skill, like a proper daughter..."

[Host, please don't go out of character (OOC). If someone notices, you will be eliminated.]

Dong Yue'e secretly rolled her eyes and complained to the system in her mind: Yingying, what kind of OOC is this? The historical Dong Yue'e was originally a female general of the Yang family, a heroine.

After all, in people's minds, Dong Yue'e is now a pampered young woman who loves dancing more than military uniforms.

Dong Yue'e sighed softly. In just two years, the image of the beautiful woman had already deeply penetrated people's hearts.

Looking at Bi'er's appearance again, it's clear that the system was right. Although she had only changed her clothes and said that she wanted to be a daughter of a military family, it was already unbelievable to those around her.