The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

Pyin Uyen, the capital of Pyu Kingdom, is an ancient town where coups have been frequent throughout history. This time, the target is the conqueror from the East - the beautiful general Liu Yuan, His Royal Highness the King of Qi of the Zhou Dynasty.

The local princes and nobles who had been overthrown had united to prepare a coup plot against Liu Yuan. Taking advantage of Liu Yuan's recent long-term indulgence in sensual pleasures, they secretly sent some of their own people into the palace. They took advantage of the process of those female soldiers playing with Liu Yuan and the opportunity of living and eating together to slowly give Liu Yuan chronic poison, as well as local unique insects and black magic.

Finally, a skilled sorcerer cast a spell, using blood-sucking magic while Liu Yuan was at Qiukui, causing her to bleed to death. Poor Liu Yuan, despite her martial arts prowess and having reached the pinnacle of the Earth Realm, was helpless against this internally destructive spell. Combined with the dual assaults of the Gu worm's rampage and the insidious erosion of the chronic poison, the pitiful and tragic Liu Yuan suffered an unprecedented devastation. Blood gushed from her seven orifices like a fountain, streaming down her cheeks in a horrifying pattern. Like the claws of a demon, the bloodstains left hideous marks on her pale skin.

Even more unbearable to watch was the river of blood beneath her, threatening to saturate the entire bed in crimson. Like a flood bursting through a dam, blood continuously flowed from her body, gathering into pools of crimson blood. The bloody stench filled the air, making one nauseated.

However, her guards were completely oblivious to the situation. They mistakenly assumed Liu Yuan was just as usual, joking and playing with the female soldiers who often accompanied her. Liu Yuan had previously strictly instructed them not to disturb her, no matter how loudly she screamed. Therefore, despite Liu Yuan's shrill, resounding screams, no one came to investigate, let alone offer a helping hand.

Time slipped away silently, each moment as heavy and relentless as the footsteps of death. Like a flood bursting through a dam, Liu Yuan's precious blood flowed endlessly from her now frail frame. This bright red blood was like the hourglass of her life, draining away bit by bit until it was nearly dry.

Liu Yuan, now a figure no longer possessed of her former heroic and powerful form, had become incomparably frail, like a flower ravaged by a fierce wind, or a candle about to go out in the wind, swaying and teetering on the verge of collapse. Her once majestic figure now limp like a puddle of mud, her entire body limp and weak to the point of being unable to even lift a finger.

Her beautiful eyes gradually lost their former brilliance and became hollow and lifeless, as if the flame of life was being devoured by endless darkness and slowly extinguished. However, fate did not seem to intend to let this poor woman go.

At this crucial moment, the female soldiers, secretly dispatched by the princes and nobles, seized their opportunity and pounced like hungry wolves. Each of them clutched a razor-sharp dagger, gleaming with a cold light. Their faces, twisted and grimacing beneath their flaming red lips, revealed a chilling, murderous gleam. Without hesitation, they stabbed Liu Yuan in every vital part of her body.

One of the female soldiers moved with lightning speed. With a single swift movement, the cold dagger pierced Liu Yuan's already bleeding wound with lightning speed and unerring precision. Instantly, a stream of crimson blood gushed out like a fountain, forming a shocking flower in the air, a dazzling and poignant blossom. The soldier's face was instantly splattered with scalding blood, specks of crimson blood glaring against her pale skin. Her eyes held no pity, only undisguised cruelty and indifference.

Then, a flash of cold light appeared, and with lightning speed, an extremely sharp dagger ruthlessly stabbed Liu Yuan's fair and delicate belly button. This stab was like a venomous snake escaping a hole, instantly sinking deep into it, leaving only the handle trembling slightly outside.

Liu Yuan's body convulsed as if struck by electricity. Her mouth opened involuntarily, and a shrill, heart-wrenching moan of agony emanated from the depths of her throat. However, this was only the beginning of the nightmare. The cruel dagger didn't stop there. It churned in Liu Yuan's abdomen, as if it wanted to crush her internal organs. Each twitch brought a piercing pain to Liu Yuan, the pain coming in waves like a tide, almost unbearable.

At that moment, like a demon's hand, a third dagger stabbed straight for Liu Yuan's fragile throat. This strike was precise and fatal, piercing her throat in an instant. Blood immediately gushed out of the wound like a volcanic eruption, forming a crimson column that splattered on the surrounding walls and ground.

Liu Yuan's eyes were wide open with extreme fear and pain, almost popping out. Her gaze was filled with resentment and despair as she stared intently at the man who had brutally murdered her. She used the last ounce of her strength to struggle, but her body had already given way, completely losing its power.

As the last drop of blood drained from Liu Yuan's body, the flame of her life, like a flickering candle in the wind, was finally and mercilessly extinguished. Her once slender and graceful neck now seemed like a floodgate opened, a constant stream of bright red blood gushing out. As if possessing life, the blood flowed slowly down her jade-white, smooth, delicate body. In a short while, it had stained the already messy bed beneath her a crimson red.

Liu Yuan lay naked and lifeless in a pool of blood. Her entire body was covered in shocking bloodstains, some still oozing out in streams of dark red. The bloodstains stood out against her snow-white skin, like plum blossoms blooming in the cold of winter. The scene was poignant and beautiful, yet simultaneously evoked an indescribable sadness and sorrow.

Who could have imagined that such a once awe-inspiring woman, renowned throughout the land—Her Royal Highness the Prince of Qi of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Empress's biological sister, the legendary general Liu Yuan, whose countless exploits on the battlefield instilled fear in the enemy—would die so tragically in her own bedroom? The scene was so shocking that it was difficult to believe it was real.