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

This chapter is Cuiping's inner memories and confessions (hence the description in the first person, author's note). I, Cuiping, thought that in this deep mansion, as long as I was loyal to the young master, I would have a stable home, but fate played the cruelest joke on me.

That day, an uninvited guest named Leng Yue arrived at the mansion. He was fierce in his movements, his eyes fierce, and he seemed to carry a murderous aura. Before I could react, he loomed before me like a ghost. A flash of cold light flashed, and my throat instantly felt a sharp pain. Blood flowed from the wound, soaking my collar. My eyes widened in horror, and my hands instinctively covered my throat, but the gushing blood would not be stopped.

Just as I thought I was dying and my consciousness was fading, I saw the Young Master. At that moment, a glimmer of hope for life ignited in my heart. I desperately hoped that the Young Master could save me. He was the one I had always served so faithfully. But what happened next plunged me into a despair more terrifying than death itself.

The young master slowly approached me, a sharp blade in his hand. Its cold gleam in the dim light stung my eyes. I stared at him in disbelief, opening my mouth to ask why, but only a faint, bloody gurgle escaped my throat. I struggled to evade his attack, but it felt as if all the strength had been drained from my body. I collapsed to the ground, helplessly watching as the blade stabbed at my throat once more.

The sharp blade pierced my throat again, mercilessly, the pain even more intense than Leng Yue's previous blow. Leng Yue's previous blow wasn't fatal, but the young master's was a deadly blow, a fatal blow determined to sever my very soul. Blood gushed from my throat like a bursting dam, staining the ground beneath me and the young master's hands red. I stared at his impassive face, my heart flooded with confusion and bewilderment.

I don't understand. What have I done wrong? For all these years, I've obeyed the young master's every command, risking my life for him, without a second thought. I've rushed to do the dirty work in the mansion, and never shirked from any dangerous task. I thought my loyalty would earn him some mercy, but he treated me so cruelly. Am I just a pawn in his eyes, disposable?

I'm unwilling to die like this. I still have so much to do. I haven't had time to repay my parents for their kindness in raising me. They sent me to this mansion hoping for a bright future. I haven't had time to see the wider world outside. I've always dreamed of one day leaving this deep courtyard and seeing different scenery. I haven't had time to say goodbye to the friends who grew up with me in this mansion. They are the few warmth I have in this cold mansion.

In my final moments, I tried my best to roar, to ask the young master why he treated me this way. However, my throat seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and no matter how I struggled, I couldn't make a sound.

Blood gushed out of my throat like a fountain, instantly filling my mouth and throat. The rusty smell of blood made me want to vomit, but I couldn't even cough, and could only let the blood rage in my throat.

I felt as if all the life force had been drained from my body, and I collapsed to the ground like a zombie. My legs felt like they had been struck by a sledgehammer, completely unable to bear my weight. They trembled constantly, as if they would break at any moment. As my body fell, a warm liquid flowed from between my legs, quickly soaking my inner thighs, the shameful mark of my incontinence.

My body was completely out of control, as if imprisoned by an invisible force. Every ounce of strength was rapidly draining away, like sand in an hourglass, irretrievable. My hands, as if the nerves had been severed, drooped limply to the ground, my fingers trembling slightly, as if displaying my helplessness and despair to the world.

My eyes widened as I stared at the young master, filled with pain, confusion, and resentment. I longed to find an answer, a hint of explanation in his expressionless face, but his indifference pierced my heart like a sharp sword. There was no trace of pity or sympathy in his eyes, only chilling indifference, as if I were an insignificant stranger, even less than a stranger.

My lips trembled slightly, but no sound escaped. My once carefully applied lipstick was now stained by tears and sweat, and it flowed down the corners of my mouth, a reflection of my inner pain.

My eyes had lost their former luster, becoming dull and lifeless, like two shattered gemstones, reflecting endless sorrow and despair. My eye makeup was smudged by my tears, and the black eyeliner and eyeshadow formed blurred lines around my eyes, just like my shattered heart.

My face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, as if the life force had been drained away. My once delicate skin had become rough. My trembling fingers tried to touch my face, but I only felt a chill.

My hair draped over my shoulders, lost its former smoothness and sheen, as if mourning my fate. A few strands stuck to my forehead, soaked with sweat, revealing my exhaustion and weakness.

My clothes were wrinkled, and my once exquisite attire now looked shabby and disheveled. It was as if the last shred of dignity in my life had been completely destroyed at that moment.

My throat felt like it was blocked, and I could only make faint gasps. My heartbeat grew increasingly rapid, threatening to burst out of my throat. The entire world spun before my eyes, blurry and blurry. I felt as if I had fallen into an endless, dark abyss, unable to escape.

My mind was filled with deep confusion about his actions. Why? Why did he do this to me? What had I done wrong? Countless questions swirled in my mind, but I never had the chance to ask him again.

It was clear that Leng Yue's throat-slashing blow wouldn't have killed me immediately. If I'd been rescued in time, I could have fully recovered and continued to fight bravely for the Young Master. However, when I was seriously injured, the Young Master, relying on his Earth Realm Great Perfection, a realm even higher than mine, attacked me with a sneak attack, mercilessly killing me.

My heart was full of questions and confusion, which spread on the ground like the traces of my incontinence, carrying my thoughts to a distant place.

I left this world forever, filled with resentment and questions. To the very end, I never received an answer as to why the person I trusted most dealt me ​​a fatal blow at my most vulnerable moment. Perhaps, in this complex world, loyalty and kindness are never a guarantee of survival, and I am merely a victim of this cruel reality.