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

As the saying goes, "When food is plentiful and warmth is warm, lust is the root of desire." Liu Yuan now holds the highest position in the government, wielding immense power. Within this vast realm, no one can restrain her, nor dare to challenge her supreme authority. Numerous nations bow to her, and with such immense power, this still-innocent young woman naturally harbors a desire to enjoy life to the fullest.

So, she began to push this indulgence to its limits. First, she embarked on a massive construction project within the palace, constructing a vast hot spring pool. Steam billowed from the pool throughout the day, swirling with mist, resembling a fairyland. Her own chambers were even more magnificent, a sight to behold. From the floor to the bed, everything was paved with pure gold, gleaming and dazzling.

Furthermore, even the leather bracer, leather armor, leather shorts, and leather skirt Liu Yuan usually wore, all lined with fine copper, were meticulously crafted from gold. Although the gold armor offered no real protection, she didn't mind it, even considering it a non-issue. She considered her cultivation level vastly improved, and therefore, the practical functionality of the armor was no longer a concern. As long as it displayed an unparalleled display of luxury and opulence, she was content.

Liu Yuan also meticulously crafted her look. The nail polish she used wasn't ordinary; it was made with mercury, whose toxicity was unknown at the time. As she gently applied the silver polish to her fingertips, her eyes lit up, and she secretly rejoiced: "What a gorgeous color!"

Liu Yuan lived a life of extreme luxury. Her palace buildings were magnificent, her hot spring pools resembled a dreamland, and her bedroom was a breathtaking spectacle.

The hot spring pool, perpetually steaming and shrouded in mist, resembled a divine pond descended from the heavens. Its waters were crystal clear, emitting a delicate fragrance that captivated the senses. The poolside was surrounded by exquisite carvings and ornate decorations, each detail showcasing unparalleled luxury.

Liu Yuan's bedroom was even more breathtaking. From the floor to the bed, it was paved entirely with pure gold, gleaming and dazzling. The bed was covered in soft silk and precious furs, offering a sense of ultimate comfort. The walls of the bedroom were covered with exquisite paintings, each of which was priceless, created by the finest artists of the time.

Liu Yuan's attire is exquisite. Her leather bra, leather shorts, and leather skirt are meticulously crafted from gold. While these pieces lack protective function, their sheer opulence is undeniable. Wearing these golden pieces, Liu Yuan gleams dazzlingly in the sun, as if she were the queen of this world.

The nail polish she used was even more unique. It was a silver polish made with mercury, whose toxicity was unknown at the time. As Liu Yuan gently applied it to her fingertips, the silver light instantly blossomed, gleaming like stars. She gazed at her fingertips, secretly delighted, feeling immense satisfaction at the stunning color.

Liu Yuan's life was full of luxury and enjoyment. She was immersed in this extreme happiness and could not extricate herself. Her every move attracted everyone's attention and became the object of everyone's envy and jealousy.

She was still the same as before, playing with the female soldiers day and night. Her cheerful shouts could be heard in her bedroom in broad daylight. She had completely forgotten the lessons of the previous plots and assassinations. She felt that Qunu City was much bigger than Bianwu, and there were more female soldiers and other entertainment activities, so she became more addicted to it, having fun every day and enjoying life.

She continued to play with those incredibly strong female soldiers day and night, just like before. Even in broad daylight, her seductive moans could often be heard from her magnificent bedroom, as if no worries in the world could disturb her.

However, she seemed to have completely forgotten the terrifying plots and assassinations she had endured. Now in Qunu City, she felt it was far more prosperous than her previous home in Pye. Not only were there numerous female soldiers for her to play and have fun with, but there were also a wide variety of recreational activities waiting for her to explore and try.

Thus, like a bird that had broken free from its bonds, she became more and more intoxicated with the wonderful state of unbridled joy and wanton enjoyment of life. With each new day, the sun would gently shine on her energetic face, and she would not hesitate to throw herself into various exciting recreational activities.

Sometimes, she would engage in exhilarating, bone-deepening sparring matches with the incredibly muscular female soldiers. On the field, their figures intersected like lightning, the resounding cracks of fists and kicks piercing the heavens. Sweat streamed down her forehead, but her eyes gleamed with determination and excitement. Each strike was decisive and powerful, a display of her mastery without reservation.

At other times, she would sit with everyone on the green lawn, basking in the warm sunshine, and happily share their stories and experiences, some funny and some bizarre. Their laughter echoed like a string of sweet silver bells, lingering in the air for a long time.

In short, for her at this moment, enjoying life in the moment has become the most important thing in her life. Whether she is sweating in the exciting competition or feeling the warmth of friendship in the joyful exchanges, she cherishes these precious moments and makes every moment bloom with the most brilliant brilliance.

Liu Yuan soon repeated the same mistake, because the old nobles who remained from the Harsha Dynasty also dreamed of restoration, and Liu Yuan was the biggest obstacle to their restoration.

On a dark and windy night, the old nobles of the Harsha Dynasty carefully planned an assassination against Liu Yuan.

They dispatched a team of well-trained assassins, skilled in stealth and assassination, who quietly infiltrated Liu Yuan's bedroom, avoiding the patrols of the guards.

As Liu Yuan rested in her room, the assassins quietly approached her door. One of the assassins gently pushed the door open without making any sound. They quietly entered the room and slowly approached Liu Yuan's bedside.

Liu Yuan seemed to sense a hint of danger, but before she could react, the assassins had already pounced on her. One assassin stabbed Liu Yuan's throat with a dagger, and the other assassin stabbed her abdomen with a dagger.

Liu Yuan struggled and resisted, but she couldn't muster any strength. It turned out she had been drugged and poisoned, unable to move. The female soldiers had given her a drink of drugged and poisoned water while they were playing before bed, and now the effects were taking effect.

Her eyes widened and she tried to call for help, but no sound came out of her throat. It turned out that the medicine contained a temporary muteness drug that could make a person unable to speak for two hours.

The assassins were like ghosts, moving swiftly and decisively, not giving Liu Yuan the slightest chance to resist. Their figures shuttled through the darkness like a pack of hungry wolves, instantly pouncing on the defenseless Liu Yuan.

Liu Yuan's eyes widened, her face filled with terror. She tried to struggle, but found she was completely out of control. A sharp dagger ruthlessly pierced her stomach, and blood gushed out, staining the golden sheets beneath her. Then, like lightning, another dagger pierced her throat. Liu Yuan whimpered in pain, her eyes gradually losing their luster, and her body slowly collapsed into a pool of blood.

Liu Yuan's consciousness gradually blurred. She seemed to see the scene of herself being betrayed by people around her, and her heart was filled with despair and helplessness. She didn't understand why she always suffered such a fate, why she was always assassinated for the same reason.

The assassins, like ghosts, silently completed their bloody mission. In the blink of an eye, they merged into the endless darkness, as if they had never appeared, leaving not even the slightest trace. The entire operation was like a carefully planned murder drama, every step executed with flawless and ruthless perfection.

All that remained was Liu Yuan's cold, stiff body. She lay quietly on the bed that should have been filled with warmth and sweetness, but now it was stained with a glaring crimson of blood. The bloodstains stained the bed, a horrifying sight, as if crying out to the world the woman's tragic fate.

At this horrific moment, a series of coincidences caused everyone to become separated. I was still in the divine capital of Luoyang, far from the scene; Xiao Yanyan was far away in Bian, unable to learn of the tragedy immediately; and Miao Xiuli was busy training soldiers outside Qunu City, unable to attend to any of the other events. Fortunately, Murong Ningyan happened to be nearby and noticed the unusual situation in time.

As the masked assassins hurriedly fled Liu Yuan's chambers, they stumbled upon Murong Ningyan, who had come on patrol. With a flash of lightning, she dispatched the assassins with a swift, devastating blow. However, Murong Ningyan swiftly spared one of the assassins, allowing her to extort information about their true intentions and the mastermind behind the attack.

Faced with Murong Ningyan's sharp gaze and cold questioning, the surviving assassin finally broke down his psychological defenses and confessed honestly: "We...we were ordered to assassinate His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi!" Hearing this answer, Murong Ningyan's heart tightened. Without time to think about it, she immediately turned around and rushed into Liu Yuan's bedroom to confirm the situation.

The moment she stepped into the room, the sight before her pierced her heart—as expected, Liu Yuan had been brutally murdered again, lying heavily in a pool of blood. Her fair neck had been mercilessly pierced by a sharp dagger, and the gushing blood had stained the bedding beneath her. Furthermore, a long gash had been brutally opened across Liu Yuan's abdomen, her internal organs faintly visible. The scene was horrific.

Murong Ningyan rushed into the room and saw Liu Yuan's tragic condition, her heart aching. Liu Yuan lay quietly in a pool of blood, as if she were asleep. Her eyes were wide open, and her once beautiful face was now as pale as paper, lifeless.

The sharp dagger pierced her fair neck deeply, and blood gushed out from the wound like a stream of red, staining the bedclothes beneath her. Blood flowed along the blade and dripped onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Liu Yuan's fair, flat abdomen was ruthlessly torn open, revealing a long, narrow, hideous gash, like the gaping maw of a demon. Through this terrifying rip, one could vaguely glimpse her internal organs, those organs that should have been hidden deep within her body now exposed like a pile of disorganized cargo. The intestines tangled and squeezed with other organs, emitting a nauseating stench from the abyss of death.

Like a flood, a flood of blood gushed out from the wound in his abdomen, the bright red liquid flowing rapidly. Simultaneously, blood also oozed from his neck, the two merging and spreading across the floor. In the blink of an eye, the entire room was stained with a shocking crimson.

The white sheets beneath Liu Yuan were already completely soaked with blood, clinging to her body, clearly outlining her distressingly thin frame. Her once nimble hands, now devoid of all strength, drooped limply at her sides, fingers slightly bent, as if clinging to a glimmer of hope in the final moments of her life. Her lustrous, black hair had become a tangled mess, cascading down like a waterfall, partially obscuring her face. This, far from concealing her tragic condition, only heightened the sense of eerie desolation.

The entire room was shrouded in a thick, oppressive haze. The aura of death spread like a plague, leaving one's hair standing on end and shuddering. Murong Ningyan's delicate body trembled slightly, and crystal-clear tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes like a flood.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the horrific scene before her—Liu Yuan lay quietly on the bed, her body covered in horrifying wounds and blood. Her once beautiful face had become distorted and hideous, making it almost impossible to recognize her appearance in life.

Murong Ningyan's heart felt like it was being pierced by thousands of sharp blades, the pain so intense that she could barely breathe. Her legs gave way, and she nearly collapsed to the ground, but she forced herself to stand, trudging forward step by step towards Liu Yuan's body. With each step, she felt a heavy burden weighing on her heart, making her progress difficult.

Finally, she walked to Liu Yuan's side and slowly squatted down. She stretched out her trembling hand and gently stroked Liu Yuan's lifeless face. The cold touch from her fingertips made her heart ache.

Murong Ningyan just stood there blankly, her eyes fixed on Liu Yuan's body, as if everything around her no longer existed and time froze into eternity at this moment.