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

In this seemingly peaceful yet turbulent mansion, I, Cuiping (this chapter is written from Cuiping's own perspective, in the first person, author's note), am but a devoted servant by the young master's side. For years, I have served him faithfully, devoting all my loyalty and dedication to him, without a single complaint.

That day, a group of uninvited guests arrived outside the mansion, led by none other than Leng Yue. He fiercely stormed into the residence and engaged in a fierce battle with the young master's men. Amidst the chaos, Leng Yue suddenly appeared before me, his eyes filled with murderous intent. With a flash of cold light, the long knife in his hand slit my throat in an instant.

The excruciating pain washed over me like a surging tide. I felt a warm sensation in my throat, and blood gushed out uncontrollably. My eyes widened, staring at Leng Yue in disbelief. My legs gave way, and I nearly fell to the ground. Everything around me seemed to blur, and the sounds of fighting and shouting gradually faded from my ears.

Just as I was teetering on the brink of collapse, my consciousness fading, a familiar figure appeared in my sight—it was the Young Master. A glimmer of hope surged within me, as if I had grasped at a last straw. In my heart, the Young Master had always been the person I trusted most and most loyally followed. I believed he would save me and bring justice to my cause.

However, reality was like a heavy slap in the face, catching me off guard. The young master's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile. His eyes gleamed with contempt and disdain, as if I were just a lowly ant.

"Do you think I'll be grateful to you just because you've done so much for me?" The young master's voice was filled with sarcasm, and every word was like a sharp needle, piercing my heart. "You're just a tool I used. Now you have no value at all."

He slowly approached me, each step a slap on my heart. I could sense the coldness and ruthlessness emanating from him, a sense of oppression that made it hard to breathe. I wanted to ask him why he was doing this to me, but my throat was filled with blood, and only a faint whimper could come out.

Suddenly, a flash of cold light flashed, and before I could react, I felt a sharp pain in my throat again. My eyes widened in horror as I stared at the sharp blade in the young master's hand. The blade had already sunk deep into my throat. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining my clothes and the young master's hands red.

I stared at the young master in disbelief. After Leng Yue had slashed my throat, he'd raised the blade again and lunged at me without hesitation. At that moment, my world completely collapsed. I'd trusted him so much, risked my life for him, and yet he'd treated me so cruelly.

I desperately struggled, trying to escape the ruthless blade, but my body was as if under a spell, unable to move. I could only stare wide-eyed, horrified as the gleaming blade once again ruthlessly sank into my throat. Instantly, a wave of pain, even more intense than before, washed over me like a surging wave. I could even feel the blade stirring in my throat, tearing at my flesh.

Blood gushed out like a flood, splattering all around, forming a shocking pool. I could clearly hear the sound of blood gurgling from the wound, and that sound seemed to be a countdown to my death. Every drop of blood was a reminder that my life was slipping away.

I raised my head with difficulty, my gaze falling on the young master's face, cold as ice. His eyes were impassive, as if he were looking at an insignificant object, not a person in excruciating pain. Despair and resentment filled my heart. I couldn't understand why he treated me so cruelly. Was I doing something wrong? Or had I been nothing more than a trivial pawn in his hands from the beginning, to be discarded at will once his usefulness was exhausted?

I was unwilling to die like this. I still had too many questions that were unanswered, too much resentment that was unvented. I used up my last bit of strength and wanted to open my mouth to question him, but all that came out of my throat was a vague whimper.

I opened my eyes wide, letting my body gradually lose its warmth. I felt my life, like the blood that kept flowing, slowly draining from my body. Between my legs, a warm liquid slowly flowed out, the sign of my incontinence, and my body's final reaction.

I stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, my heart filled with despair and resentment. I could never have imagined that I would end up in such a tragic situation. Once, I held onto dreams and hopes, like a tireless bird, striving towards my goal. But now, like a bird with broken wings, I fell heavily into this pool of blood, unable to fly again.

Memories flooded back, and I thought of my childhood. Back then, I was so happy and innocent. I ran freely through the fields, chasing colorful butterflies and dragonflies, feeling the beauty and warmth of nature. Back then, I had no worries, no anxieties, only longing and anticipation for the future, as if the whole world was filled with endless possibilities.

Yet, reality was cruel and merciless. I was betrayed and murdered by the person I trusted most. I couldn't accept it. I couldn't understand why he did this to me. We'd been through so many ups and downs together, shared so many joys and tears. Why would he choose to betray me at the last moment? Was it because of personal gain? Or was there something else?

I lay in a pool of blood, my thoughts gradually blurring, the scene before me becoming increasingly blurry. But the questions within me grew stronger and stronger. I was unwilling to die in such an unclear state. I had to find the answer...

I felt an immense sense of despair and resentment. I hated him, and I hated the world. Why had fate played such a trick on me? Why had I to endure such pain and torture? I refused to accept death. I still had so much unfinished business, so many dreams to realize.

But it was too late. My consciousness gradually faded, and the scene before my eyes grew blurrier. I knew I was about to leave this world, leaving behind the people and things I loved. I felt a sharp pain in my heart, and tears welled up in my eyes.

In my final moments, with eyes wide open and filled with endless despair and resentment, I left this world that I both loved and hated. Leaving behind only the blood on the ground, telling this tragic story.