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

The young general, Yu Youwei, is in her prime of youth and vigor. While her elder sister, Yu Shanshan, is ruling and carefully governing the powerful Arab Empire, Yu Youwei is also gradually emerging in this magnificent historical process.

In the solemn and awe-inspiring court and amidst the fierce battles of the army, Yu Youwei fortunately found a true emotional connection. The scholar-official from distant South Asia, his gentle demeanor and profound knowledge evident in his every gesture; while the other, a native Arab warrior, was valiant and powerful, his decisiveness on the battlefield commanding admiration. These two, with distinct personalities yet equally exceptional, forged a deep friendship with Yu Youwei.

Furthermore, a group of equally exceptional female generals entered Yu Youwei's world. Some were intelligent and courageous, others were exceptionally talented. They quickly bonded with her and became close friends. In her spare time, these friends accompanied her through countless joyful and beautiful days.

Perhaps it was precisely because of her youth that Yu Youwei's curiosity and desire for growth fueled her passion for socializing and her willingness to seek advice from others. Whether it was the art of political intrigue in the court, military strategy and tactics, or the art of social interaction, she eagerly absorbed knowledge, constantly enriching herself and striving to become even more outstanding.

The civil servant was named Su Mantuo. He was born with a good appearance, a face like a jade, eyes like bright stars, and there was always a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth. His every move showed his graceful demeanor and elegant temperament.

On weekdays, what Lord Su was most passionate about was to cordially invite the talented and beautiful Miss Yu Youwei to his carefully decorated study for a small gathering.

When Yu Youwei stepped into the study, a faint and refreshing scent of ink hit her face, as if an invisible messenger was leading her into this world full of poetry and wisdom.

Looking up, the first thing that catches your eye are the four walls. Painted an elegant off-white, they resemble a plain piece of rice paper, waiting for its owner to paint a vibrant and colorful picture with his talent. The several landscape paintings hanging on the walls are the perfect finishing touch, depicting towering mountains, gurgling streams, and shrouded in mist. The profound artistic conception is so captivating that one cannot help but be mesmerized and feel as if they are there.

In the center of the room stood an immense desk. Its surface, smooth as a mirror, reflected the sunlight streaming in from the window. On it, the four treasures of the study—brush, inkstone, paper, and inkstone—were neatly arranged, like a well-trained army, ready to charge forward for their master's inspiration.

Glancing to the side, one can see rows of towering bookshelves. These towering shelves stand like monuments of knowledge, bearing the crystallized thoughts of countless sages from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign. The shelves are densely packed with a wide variety of books, from classic works of the pre-Qin philosophers, such as The Analects, Mencius, Laozi, and Zhuangzi, to poems and songs by literati from the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties. The collection includes works like the bold and elegant Li Bai, the melancholy and restrained Du Fu, the open-minded Su Shi, and the graceful and delicate Li Qingzhao. It truly is an inexhaustible treasure trove of knowledge.

Every time Yu Youwei arrived as scheduled, Su Mantuo would begin preparations early. He would sit quietly at the quaint and elegant desk, which exuded a strong historical atmosphere, long in advance, like a devout believer, patiently and joyfully waiting for his beloved to arrive.

Today, he wore a simple, elegant long gown. Though the fabric wasn't ornate, it was well-cut, with flowing, natural lines. The gentle breeze blew his sleeves gently, making him look like an immortal descending to earth, or a refined scholar from ancient times. The gown wasn't a vibrant, vibrant color, but a restrained, light gray. Yet, this seemingly ordinary color combination perfectly exuded an indescribable elegance and nobility.

At this moment, his right hand gently grasped a slightly yellowed ancient scroll, as if it were a rare treasure, unparalleled in the world. This scroll had gone through the vicissitudes of time, and the edges of the pages were slightly rough from frequent reading and the rubbing of time, but it exuded a unique charm.

His gaze was focused and profound, like two bright beams of light, shining directly upon the scroll. Those densely packed ancient characters seemed to him like mysterious portals leading to an unknown world. He studied each word with rapt attention, as if attempting to absorb these obscure words into the depths of his soul.

His fingers gently stroked the pages, feeling the slightly rough texture, as if he were conversing with the ancients. Each character was like a beating note, playing an ancient melody, leading him into a world full of wisdom and mystery.

His brow furrowed slightly, sometimes in deep thought, sometimes with a look of sudden enlightenment. His breathing became slow and rhythmic, as if blending with the scent of the book. In this moment, time seemed to freeze, and he was completely immersed in the pursuit and exploration of knowledge.

Finally, with footsteps as light as the breeze, Yu Youwei slowly approached the door. Her steps were as light as feathers, as if she was afraid to disturb the tranquility in the room.

At this moment, Sumantuo, who had been immersed in the wonderful world created by the book, suddenly came to his senses as if waking from a dream. His eyes slowly shifted away from the words in the book, as if drawn by an invisible force, and turned towards the door.

He first closed the delicately scented book in his hands, gently and carefully, afraid to disturb the tranquil atmosphere with even the slightest sound. His fingers, like an artist's brush, gently stroked the pages, as if communicating with the book's soul. Every movement was filled with reverence, as if this book were the most precious treasure in his life.

He then gently placed the precious book on the antique desk, as if it were a rare treasure. His gaze lingered on the book for a long time, as if he were recalling every plot and every detail. Then, he slowly stood up, his movements graceful and calm, as if his body had become one with his surroundings.

His rise was like a dance, each movement imbued with rhythm and cadence. He leaned forward slightly, then slowly stood straight, as if bidding farewell to the books. His eyes revealed a sense of satisfaction and emotion, as if he had just experienced a wonderful adventure.

After completing this, Sumantuo slowly rose from his seat. His figure, shone in the sunlight, loomed large, as if he were the master of the room. His steps were firm and powerful, each one imbued with confidence and determination. He gradually disappeared through the doorway, leaving behind the ink-scented book, quietly lying on the desk, as if awaiting its next opening.

At that moment, his face, which had been slightly stern from his intense concentration on reading, suddenly lit up as if touched by a spring breeze, a smile as warm and gentle as the spring sun. He raised his head slowly, smiling, and his eyes met Yu Youwei's as she entered the room. Then, he took leisurely steps and walked steadily towards Yu Youwei.

"Miss Youwei, you're finally here! Please, take a seat here." Su Mantuo's voice was deep and magnetic, possessing a magical power that could easily penetrate the defenses of one's heart, drawing one to approach and listen. As he spoke, he gracefully and naturally extended his right hand, drawing a beautiful arc in the air before pausing in a perfectly standard and gentlemanly gesture of invitation. He then gestured with his eyes for Yu Youwei to take the beautifully placed chair beside him, perfectly positioned.

Seeing this, Yu Youwei's face lit up with a faint smile, as beautiful as a blooming spring flower. She nodded slightly, her movements graceful and light, like a fluttering butterfly, expressing her sincere gratitude. Then, with graceful steps, like a fairy's graceful steps, she walked towards the perfectly placed chair.

When she reached the chair, her graceful figure slowly squatted down, then sat down with an extremely gentle posture. Each of her movements was so smooth and natural, like a beautiful painting unfolding before the eyes. Only after she sat down steadily did Su Mantuo turn around and walk slowly towards her seat.

After returning to his seat, Sumantuo paused for a moment, then shifted slightly, adjusting his posture to appear more dignified, natural, and appropriate. Once everything was ready, he coughed lightly and cleared his throat, as if trying to calm his excitement and sort out the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

After a brief silence, Sumantuo finally spoke. His voice was deep and magnetic, like a mysterious melody from ancient times, filled with endless charm. His unique voice instantly enveloped the entire study in a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere, leaving one feeling incredibly relaxed and refreshed.

Sumanto began to expound on the mysteries hidden within ancient philosophy. His words flowed naturally like the gurgling of water, transforming complex and obscure principles into easily understood discourse. The knowledge that had once seemed dry and dull became vivid and engaging in his words, like dazzling stars twinkling in the vast night sky.

Yu Youwei sat quietly by the side, listening intently to Su Mantuo's explanation. She tilted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on her, a look of concentration and thought evident. Whenever she heard a fascinating or crucial point, she nodded gently, indicating her understanding and agreement.

During their presentations, the two often fell into deep thought. Sometimes, they would both lower their heads, each pondering a particular point or question; other times, they would look up, their eyes locked, exchanging thoughts and insights. As their gazes met, a strange feeling gradually permeated the air.

This feeling was like a newly blossomed flower in spring, shy yet captivating. With its delicate fragrance, it quietly crept into their hearts, causing their hearts to race. Although neither of them bothered to mention this subtle shift in feelings, the tacit understanding filled the entire study with a warm and romantic atmosphere.

Yu Youwei was already captivated by Su Mantuo's story. She listened intently to every word, her beautiful eyes gleaming with a thirst for knowledge. From time to time, she would offer some ingenious and novel ideas based on her own understanding and reflections. Su Mantuo always smiled and patiently answered these questions. His gentle and kind attitude warmed Yu Youwei's heart like the warm sun on a winter day.

The general named Alimu was a tall, sturdy, and dashing warrior, radiating an innate air of heroism. Whenever Yu Youwei came to inspect the military camp, Alimu would personally demonstrate his superb martial arts skills.

On the training grounds, Alim, wielding a razor-sharp long sword, moved with lightning speed, his blade flashing with the awe-inspiring presence of a tiger descending from the mountains. Each swing of his sword evoked a whirring sound, as if slicing through the very air, a formidable presence. Yu Youwei, watching from the sidelines, was captivated by this remarkable performance, her blood boiling and her heartbeat accelerating.

When training ended and it was time for a break, Alim would invite Yu Youwei for a stroll between the tents. As they walked, he would whisper to her the thrilling battle stories he had personally experienced. From the fierce battles on the battlefield to the desperate escapes from life-or-death situations, every detail was vividly presented to Yu Youwei, making her sometimes hold her breath with nervousness, and sometimes she couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

However, when Yu Youwei wasn't noticing, Alim would often secretly cast his gaze towards the beautiful woman beside him. His eyes revealed not only admiration and appreciation for Yu Wei, but also an unconcealable admiration and endless tenderness.

As the days passed, Yu Youwei gradually realized that she had developed distinct feelings for Alim and the others. On the one hand, she treated Alim as a close friend, someone she could freely communicate with and share with. On the other hand, whenever she saw Alim's affectionate gaze, her heart would flutter like a fluttering deer, and a different kind of emotion would quietly begin to grow within her.

Yu Youwei is now hesitant at the intersection of friendship and love. She doesn't know how to make the right choice to embrace her own happiness...