Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

Chapter 112 The Empress Destroyed Your Country (38)
Revised and edited on: Otaku Translation

"Is General Song here?"

A coarse and boisterous voice shattered the tranquility of the surroundings.

Song Zhi's face darkened—it was that man from the foreign tribe.

Wen Yueqing whispered, "You rest and heal. I'll go out and see what's going on."

Later, it was her turn to receive punishment.

As she stepped outside, it was indeed Atulu, a man of robust stature and towering presence.

Wen Yueqing said, "General Atulu, General Song is inside applying medicine, so it may not be convenient to see you."

Atulu said with concern, "I saw General Song went to receive punishment, so I brought some high-quality golden wound medicine. Since it's inconvenient, I trouble you to pass it on to General Song and tell her that Atulu hopes for her speedy recovery so that we can spar again."

"I will certainly relay your message. Thank you for your kind gesture, General Atulu," replied Wen Yueqing as she took the medicine.

Atulu turned to leave but suddenly turned back, shouting, "General Song, I know you can hear me. Take good care of your injury, or you won't even feel it when they whip you."

Song Zhi suppressed her temper and mustered a smile. As a general, she couldn't be led by her emotions. She engraved it in her mind.

Observing Song Zhi's gaze fixed on the medicine, Wen Yueqing voiced her concern, "Miss Song, is there anything special about the medicine?"

Song Zhi responded, "I'm reminding myself not to let Atulu, this lecher, get under my skin."

Wen Yueqing, "..."

With these matters resolved, Bai Tang happily went to sleep.

The letter had been delivered as requested. Nie Suzhi, with his cunning mind, should have realized that Tang Bai was, in fact, Bai Tang, and now she was ready to return and declare war on him.

She wondered what kind of dreams he had prepared for her tonight. If it was the same as the past few years, where they spent their days and nights together as childhood sweethearts, it would be too boring. It had been four years already, and with the challenge letter delivered today, it would be foolish to continue as before.

However, Nie Suzhi did not pull her into the dream world again.

In the grand palace of the Great Qin, a large luminous pearl adorned the bedside, while Nie Suzhi held a detailed map in his hands.

Minnan, the foreign tribes beyond Minnan.

The Turks, the group of northern nomadic people of Xianbei, the Qiang ethnic group, the barbarians, and the Western region.

Tens of thousands of sweat-blood horses, and barbarians that were good at riding and shooting— iron armor and heavy troops could overcome them.

So what if there was no support from the people? Nie Suzhi didn't care about the people's support, achieving his ultimate goal was what mattered.

The Black Armored Army had never openly mobilized, and now was not the time. He would deliver the heaviest blow to Bai Tang.

After contemplating for a long time, Nie Suzhi had already devised a strategy.

This time, he didn't sleep with the clothes Bai Tang wore. Instead, he chose the broken half of the red-tasseled spear, the part that had once stabbed mercilessly near his heart.

It still bore the dried brown stains of congealed blood.

Nie Suzhi looked at it and smiled inexplicably.

Throughout the night, he didn't pull her into the dream world again. Bai Tang thought Nie Suzhi might have changed his mind about bringing her into the dream world tonight.

When she woke up in a bridal chamber, Bai Tang was still slightly surprised.

Apparently, they had skipped the betrothal part altogether and went straight to the wedding night.

Bai Tang refused to recognize it. She immediately threw off her veil and removed the pearl flowers from her head.

The maidservant quickly tried to stop her. "Miss, what are you doing? It's a day of great joy, don't bring bad luck!"

Bai Tang was extremely agile— dodging while removing the pearl flower hairpin, not letting those two maidservants get even a touch.

Playing such a role in the dream was truly boring.

Two years, so what? Four years, so what? Six years, what difference did it make?

Bai Tang remained clear-headed. This was a dream, constructed by Nie Suzhi. Who was Nie Suzhi? A tyrant. Even in the dream, Bai Tang wouldn't let herself be taken advantage of. If not, she would truly be robbed. When Nie Suzhi pulled her into the dream, he must have had ulterior motives. Only the clear-headed could avoid getting hurt.

In the dream, Bai Tang could do as she pleased. She took off her wedding gown, wearing only her underclothes. Her dark hair flowed down, and with a lift of her leg, she overturned the table with the wedding wine. With a sweep of her sleeve, she knocked over rows of red candles. Effortlessly, she performed a mid-air flip to evade the maidservant pouncing at her. She lifted the bedding in one motion, scattering the red dates, peanuts, longans, and lotus seeds all over the floor.