Quick Transmigration: The Love Rescue Plan

Dong Yue'e simply covered her mouth and chuckled lightly. While hearty laughter is certainly infectious, being too unrestrained makes her seem too much like a tomboy.

Besides, a woman's gentleness is reserved for her lover; even the most carefree person wouldn't dare to be too uninhibited in front of their beloved.

Although Dong Yue'e was not as straightforward as Meng Changyu and Jiao Wanqing, she was not as timid as a lady from a prominent family.

"You guys..." Perhaps because Dong Yue'e was also enjoying it, and because Dong Yue'e's words were not malicious, Yang Yan'an was not angry at all, but rather somewhat amused.

If he didn't react to being teased like this by three young ladies in public, they would probably become even more arrogant, and climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles wouldn't be a problem for them.

So Yang Yan'an coughed lightly and said in feigned anger, "A good man doesn't fight with women. I won't stoop to your level."

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Upon hearing Yingying's system notification, Dong Yue'e's smile widened even further.

Having witnessed countless fast-paced men and women in modern society, and the negative news about "phoenix men" and "scumbag men," Dong Yue'e, who has never been in a relationship, both yearns for and fears love.

Now, in this Great Song Dynasty, she has encountered Yang Yan'an, who has such a pure and innocent heart. How could Dong Yue'e not be moved?

"Yang Sanlang!" Dong Yue'e shouted loudly at Yang Yan'an, who was fleeing in a panic.

"Uh~ Third Sister." Yang Yan'an turned around and coughed a few times awkwardly. He had just said something harsh (just kidding) and left in anger (just kidding), but as soon as he heard Dong Yue'e call him, he immediately turned around and stopped. Anyone would feel a little uncomfortable at this moment.

"You should be in charge of this year's dragon boat racing championship, right?"

Yang Yan'an didn't say anything, but his face clearly said, "How did you know?"

"You fool!" Dong Yue'e glared at Yang Yan'an, both amused and annoyed. "Although you can't exactly be called a hero saving a damsel in distress, I appreciate your kindness. And I'm not ungrateful for kindness..."

"No need, no need. My mother said that one should not expect anything in return for kindness." Yang Yan'an quickly waved his hand.

Faced with the fact that you've set the stage, yet he doesn't even know who he's targeting, Dong Yue'e couldn't help but twitch her lips. Why does "pure heart" seem a bit of an understatement when describing Yang Yan'an? What to do about "pure heart"? Fortunately, Dong Yue'e hadn't expected Yang Yan'an's intelligence to kick in at such a crucial moment.

“If your Yang family wins the championship again this year…” Dong Yue’e moved gracefully towards Yang Yan’an. When she reached Yang Yan’an, she stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, “I will give you a surprise then.”

"I...I..." In an instant, Yang Yan'an's face turned red, and he stammered, not knowing what to say.

"We made a promise!" Dong Yue'e smiled and winked at Yang Yan'an, then slowly stepped back, turned around, and walked towards Jiao Wanqing and Meng Changyu.

Yang Yan'an had left sometime earlier, but Jiao Wanqing and Meng Changyu, acting like close buddies, pulled Dong Yue'e to a teahouse and sat down.

To be honest, Dong Yue'e really couldn't get used to the ancient tea. She could only pretend to take a small sip, and mostly just ate the fruit and snacks on the table.

"Yang Sanlang is in charge of the dragon boat race this year?!" Meng Changyu slapped the table with satisfaction and said with great pride, "That makes things much easier. That idiot, as long as we use some underhanded tactics, he's no match for us. This year, our Meng family and Jiao family have a chance to win the championship."

Jiao Wanqing, whom Dong Yue'e had always considered reliable, nodded: "We'll give him a pound of croton seeds before the race..."

“One jin isn’t enough! Yang San is as strong as an ox, he wouldn’t mind having two jin!” Meng Changyu shook her head and held up two fingers, waving them in the air.

"How about... two and a half pounds..."

Dong Yue'e's lips twitched as she listened. "This could kill someone!"

As early as when Meng Changyu asked Yang Yan'an about the dragon boat race, Dong Yue'e knew that this was definitely a case of a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—it was all up to no good. Of course, Dong Yue'e believed that Yang Yan'an knew this as well.

Yang Yan'an probably never expected these two girls to be so ruthless.

However, judging from the family traditions of the Meng and Jiao families, Dong Yue'e knew that these two girls were just indulging in empty talk and would not use such underhanded tricks.

Moreover, even if he—Yang Sanlang—fainted in the outhouse, who can guarantee that Yang Silang or Yang Wulang won't take over the command?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Even though the Yang family only sends one son to command each time they race, the Yang family still wins every year.

The poor Jiao and Meng families always came in second or third place; after a while, they inevitably felt stifled.

However, one should not forget that, setting aside the strength of the Yang family, the fact that they represented the Northern Song Dynasty in the election was already something that others could only dream of.

In the annual dragon boat racing championship, apart from the Yang family representing the Northern Song Dynasty, only the Jiao and Meng families, representing military generals, were the fixed team members.

Civil officials did not participate every year. After all, they were all scholars, powerless and would only be at the bottom of the list if they participated. Unless His Majesty the Emperor personally ordered them to participate, they would not go out and embarrass themselves.

There wasn't a fixed merchant representative; besides sending a few merchants each year, they mostly hired martial arts experts. As for the martial arts experts, the five martial arts schools in Tokyo took turns representing them.

The farmer representatives were composed of young and middle-aged men from the surrounding villages and towns of Tokyo, and the composition varied from year to year.

In any case, the dragon boat racing championship was an annual grand event in the Northern Song Dynasty, with participants ranging from the imperial family and nobles to ordinary people. It was truly a celebration for the common people.

After the dragon boat races, there was a grand song and dance performance, with numerous games played. It was a day when the emperor and the people enjoyed themselves together, a scene of prosperity and peace.

As the saying goes: When the drums sound, the thunder rumbles softly; as the waves surge and the people roar in unison, they leap over the waves, birds fly away in disarray, and indeed, they return with the championship trophy. On the city walls, drums beat and flower branches are passed; at the banquet, fistfights are fought and pine cones are grasped. In the high hall, red carpets cover the floor; all under heaven rejoice together, a celebration that will last for a thousand autumns.

Dong Yue'e had previously told Yang Yan'an that if he won the championship, she would have a surprise for him.

This wasn't a lie; Dong Yue'e genuinely had a plan to surprise Yang Yan'an.

Yes, that's right. Dong Yue'e was certain that even if the world thought Yang Yan'an was reckless and not a capable general, he would still be able to win the championship.

This is not to say that Dong Yue'e was blindly confident in Yang Yan'an, but rather that in the eyes of the world, Yang Yan'an was not a military talent compared to other sons of the Yang family.

Compared to the other sons of the Yang family, Yang Sanlang was naturally not considered particularly talented, and his shortcomings outweighed his strengths.

However, the opponents in the current dragon boat race are not the other sons of the Yang family, and with Yang Sanlang's talent, winning the championship is not difficult.

"Perhaps I should still thank you, transmigrator." Dong Yue'e said with a light laugh, "In military uniform, you fight the world; in dance attire, you captivate one person."