Quick Transmigration: The Love Rescue Plan

Dong Yue'e didn't believe that Jiao Wanqing wouldn't guess who she was.

Although Jiao Wanqing was the daughter of a military general, she was exceptionally intelligent from a young age.

Moreover, Jiao Wanqing and Dong Yue'e had indeed never met, but now everyone in Tokyo knew that Yang Yan'an, the third son of the Yang family, fell in love with Dong Yue'e, the third daughter of the Dong family, at first sight, and after rescuing her, he pursued her relentlessly for more than two months.

Finally, Dong San Niang, unable to bear it any longer, made a bet with him: if Yang San Lang could see that he could not surpass Dong San Niang in archery, he would stop bothering Dong San Niang in the future.

To be honest, Dong Yue'e thought Jiao Wanqing's way of changing the subject was too childish, but she was very willing to cooperate.

The act of giving and receiving gifts, though unintentional on Jiao Wanqing's part, suddenly gave her a clue, leading her to a direction for pursuing her husband.

So why not help her out of this predicament?

"I am Dong Yue'e, the third daughter of the Dong family." Dong Yue'e clasped her hands in greeting to Jiao Wanqing and Meng Changyu and said, "I have long heard of Meng Erniang and Jiao Wuniang. It is truly better to see them in person than to hear about them. The two of you are indeed quite like General Meng and General Jiao."

"So you're Dong San Niang!" Meng Changyu clapped her hands and said happily, "You're the Dong San Niang who beat Yang San Lang! Since you beat Yang San Lang, I'll acknowledge you as my sister today."

"Sister Meng was right. Third Sister narrowly defeated Yang Sanlang with her archery skills, but she only gained the upper hand by being the first to act. If Yang Sanlang had spent more time improving his archery, I'm afraid Third Sister..."

“A win is a win. Don’t talk about a narrow victory or having an early advantage.” Meng Changyu put her arm around Dong Yue’e’s shoulder and said, “It’s an indisputable fact that you beat Yang Sanlang. It’s also an indisputable fact that he—Yang Sanlang—lost to a woman. That’s satisfying!”

"So what if I lost to Third Sister? I'm happy with it." Yang Yan'an glanced at Meng Changyu with a hint of smugness and said, "It's better than some people who can't beat me even with their iron halberd skills."

"Yang Sanlang, you..." Meng Changyu glared fiercely at Yang Yan'an. Although Meng Changyu had fought alongside General Meng on the battlefield and was a heroine herself, she was no match for Yang Yan'an.

If Dong Yue'e hadn't existed in history, and even if the Yang family hadn't been engaged to the Meng family, perhaps... Yang Yan'an and Meng Changyu would have become a bickering couple.

Perhaps it wasn't love, but in the war-torn Song Dynasty, a battlefield couple who supported each other and fought side by side was surely a kind of happiness!

In ancient times, when arranged marriages were common, meeting someone who could stir your heart among the masses was a rare and precious happiness.

A hero saves a beauty?

In this not-so-open era, where are there so many beauties waiting on the street for a hero to save them?

Ultimately, the relationship between Dong Yue'e and Yang Yan'an was a match made in heaven.

Jiao Wanqing ignored Yang Yan'an and Meng Changyu, and instead smiled at Dong Yue'e, saying, "Third Sister, who do you think will host the Yang family's dragon boat racing championship this year?"

Jiao Wanqing, holding Dong Yue'e's hand, said, "Good sister, let me tell you, if it were Liu Lang, all the young ladies in the capital would be overjoyed. Sister, have you never seen Liu Lang? Let me tell you, Yang family's Liu Lang..."

"Jiao Wuniang!" Yang Yan'an rushed over anxiously, pulled Jiao Wanqing aside, and without saying a word, turned Dong Yue'e's shoulders: "I...I...Liulang, he...he..."

Yang Yan'an was a kind-hearted but clumsy talker. He stammered for a long time but couldn't find a single good point about himself; he stammered for a long time but couldn't utter a single word to slander Yang Liulang.

Looking at Yang Yan'an like this, Dong Yue'e couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

Dong Yue'e naturally knew Yang Liulang—Yang Yanzhao.

Yang Yanzhao can be said to be the most handsome of the seven sons of the Yang family. Although he was a military general, he was gentle and refined with the air of a scholar. He was the dream man of almost every woman in the capital.

"That's right! My dear sister, let me tell you, the Yang family has plenty of fine young men. Don't be so short-sighted as to let this Sanlang blind you." Meng Changyu had been thoroughly angered by Yang Yan'an before, so how could she possibly let go of the opportunity to kick him while he was down?

Meng Changyu spoke ill of Yang Yan'an frankly in front of him: "Let me tell you, everyone in Tokyo knows that Yang Sanlang is reckless and loves to fight for justice."

"Hey~ Speaking of which, didn't you meet him because he saved you from a damsel in distress?" Meng Changyu said as if she remembered something. "If you ask me, with your skills, dear sister, why did you need those three idiots to save you? They really are both stupid and reckless!"

"Third...Third Sister..." Yang Yan'an became even more flustered and clenched his fist unconsciously as a military general.

Meng Changyu puffed out her chest in dissatisfaction, stood on tiptoe, and glared at Yang Yan'an: "What's wrong? You want to hit a woman?"

"I...I..." Yang Yan'an was so anxious that he didn't know how to refute.

“I know.” Dong Yue’e chuckled. “You can’t believe everything you hear.”

Yang Yan'an's eyes lit up, and he looked at Dong Yue'e with great joy, but he really didn't know what to say.

No wonder Meng Changyu often goes against this silly boy.

It had nothing to do with love, but when faced with Yang Yan'an, who was so kind and not good with words, Dong Yue'e had to admit that even she couldn't help but want to tease him.

Watching him get cornered and become incoherent, looking so anxious, was honestly quite amusing.

"Third Sister, you've never met Yang Liulang, so how can you so rashly conclude that he's a handsome young man based on just a few words? However..." Dong Yue'e first emphasized the word "rashly," and then gently shifted her tone: "Third Sister has a deep understanding of Third Brother's rashness and his love for fighting injustice."

Seeing Jiao Wanqing and Meng Changyu looking at her, Dong Yue'e smiled and said, "Sister Meng is right. They are just a few hooligans. There is no need for Sanlang to take action. Sanniang can beat them up herself."

Dong Yue'e smiled slyly and said, "So, Sanlang is not Sanniang's savior. Sanlang is the savior of those other people."

Meng Changyu glanced at Yang Yan'an triumphantly, as if to say, "See? Even Dong San Niang agrees with me."

Meng Changyu raised her eyebrows with a smile and said, "What do you mean by that, Third Sister?"

“If I, Dong San Niang, were to take action, those thugs would be half-dead or dead! But…” Dong Yue’e glanced at Yang Yan’an with dissatisfaction: “He, Yang San Lang, has a notorious reputation. Everyone in Tokyo knows that he—Yang San Lang—is reckless and always ready to fight for justice.”

Dong Yue'e gave Yang Yan'an a coquettish glare and said with a hint of regret, "Look, he didn't even need to introduce himself or show his hand. He just showed his face and scared people away. Sisters, tell me, what kind of hero saves the beauty? He'd rather save a thug."

"Ha~ha~ha~"

Meng Changyu and Jiao Wanqing were amused by Dong Yue'e's words and burst into laughter without any regard for their image. As daughters of military families, their laughter was hearty and unrestrained, unlike the demure laughter of other ladies from noble families. This kind of laughter was even more infectious.