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

In March, the Jiangnan region is shrouded in mist and rain. Along the Qinhuai River, the most infamous brothel, "Yaoyuefang," is currently immersed in decadent music and the fragrance of perfumes. Carved beams and painted rafters, winding paths leading to secluded spots—every pavilion and tower exudes exquisite luxury. However, beneath this dazzling facade, an invisible undercurrent is quietly brewing.

The newly crowned top courtesan of Yaoyuefang is not one person, but three women with distinct styles, yet all equally stunning.

Lin Xiaoyan is skilled in both the zither and dance. Her zither music is sometimes like a flowing mountain stream, clear and melodious, cleansing the soul; at other times, it is like a lament, sorrowful and lingering, heartbreaking. It is said that a disillusioned scholar once heard her play "Guangling San" and wept on the spot, his clothes soaked with tears, before regaining his spirits. Her brows carry an air of aloofness and detachment, as if she were untouched by worldly affairs, yet her eyes are deep and unfathomable, occasionally flashing with a sharpness that is almost imperceptible.

Lin Xiaoyan's dancing skills are unparalleled; every movement she makes is full of power and beauty. Her striptease is particularly stunning.

Her figure was light and graceful, like a fairy dancing. On stage, her movements were fluid and natural; every turn, every leg lift showcased her superb dance skills. Her dance moves blended perfectly with the music, sometimes passionate and energetic, sometimes soothing and elegant, captivating the audience.

In her striptease, her movements possess a unique charm. She gently unbuttons her garments, her movements elegant yet alluring, making hearts race. As she moves, her clothes gradually slip down, revealing her snow-white skin, tantalizingly visible and intriguing. Her skirt flutters down like petals, showcasing her long, beautiful legs and slender waist; every detail exudes captivating allure.

Her dance incorporates unique techniques such as spins, jumps, and twists, making the entire performance even more spectacular. Her eyes reveal a captivating and alluring quality, making her charm irresistible.

In her dances, the audience seems to be transported to a dreamlike world, captivated by her beauty and dance skills. Her striptease is not only an artistic performance but also an expression of emotion, allowing people to feel the passion and desire deep within her heart.

Bai Jie is a skilled calligrapher. Her delicate and elegant small regular script is truly exceptional; occasionally, when inspired, she wields her brush with bold strokes in running and cursive script, displaying a remarkable balance of strength and gentleness. She is gentle in nature, soft in speech, and considerate in her interactions with others, like a spring breeze that nourishes silently. Her room is always filled with the faint scent of ink, and her bookshelves are neatly arranged with classics and historical texts, leading one to mistake her for a lady from a scholarly family.

Lin Xue is skilled in both dance and flute. Her dance is graceful and ethereal, like a willow swaying in the breeze, or a fleeting glimpse of a beautiful shadow; every turn, every glance, carries a captivating charm. Her flute music, on the other hand, is clear, melodious, and incredibly penetrating, able to reach the heart even amidst the hustle and bustle. She has a relatively lively personality, with a mischievous and witty glint in her eyes, making her the most popular confidante in the neighborhood.

The three lived together in a secluded courtyard called "Tingfeng Xiaozhu" in the backyard of Yaoyuefang. Apart from performing in the neighborhood, they rarely went out. They had a close relationship and were like sisters.

Unbeknownst to anyone, these three renowned courtesans of Jinling were actually the most elite intelligence agents under Lin Ping, the General Who Guards the Nation of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Lin Xiaoyan, meticulous and shrewd, was the strategist among the three; Bai Jie, calm and attentive, excelled in analysis and disguise; and Lin Xue, agile and quick-witted, possessed the strongest adaptability and was also responsible for the more risky peripheral communications. And the illustrious General Lin Ping was none other than their half-sister.

Their target was the Zheng family, who had been entrenched in Xingyang for hundreds of years.

The Zheng family, which started with salt and iron, is incredibly wealthy, and in recent years their power has expanded rapidly, showing signs of becoming a regional power. They collude with officials, maintain private armies, and hoard grain; their ambitions are no secret. Although the imperial court is aware of this, it lacks concrete evidence and is wary of their deeply entrenched influence in Xingyang, so it dares not act rashly. General Lin Ping is ordered to conduct a secret investigation, and the crucial task of infiltrating the core of the Zheng group to obtain intelligence falls on the shoulders of these three exceptionally skilled and intelligent sisters.

Yaoyuefang was a frequent gathering place for the Zheng family and their cronies, a place where all sorts of people mingled, information flowed quickly, and it was also the easiest place to conceal one's identity.

"My elder sister sent a message," Lin Xiaoyan said in a low voice as she dismissed everyone around her at Tingfeng Xiaozhu that night, "The Zheng family has been making frequent moves lately, seemingly in contact with some force in Jiangbei, with unclear intentions. She wants us to find out as soon as possible who the other party is and what they discussed in secret."

Bai Jie was grinding ink under the lamp when she heard this. She looked up and frowned slightly: "Jiangbei... could it be the remnants of those vassal kings, or... the Northern Barbarians?"

Lin Xue had just finished practicing a dance routine, her forehead damp with a thin layer of sweat. She took the handkerchief Bai Jie handed her and wiped it off, then said, "Whichever it is, it's not a good omen. If the Zheng family gets outside help, it will be a huge problem for us."

Lin Xiaoyan walked to the window, gazing at the deep night outside. The moonlight was like water, yet it couldn't illuminate the treacherous nature of people's hearts. "Zheng Tianxiong, the head of the Zheng family, is cunning and extremely suspicious. Although we've been cautious these past few months, this 'suddenly appearing' newcomer, with such dazzling abilities, has probably already attracted his attention. We must be even more careful in our next move."

“Yes,” Bai Jie nodded, “Zheng Tianxiong’s second son, Young Master Zheng, came again today. The way he looked at me seemed to be probing me. I made an excuse to practice my newly acquired calligraphy and went back to my room early.”

“It’s the same on my end,” Lin Xue said, pursing her lips. “Third Young Master Zheng Yunhao, with his shameless attitude, wanted to learn to play the flute from me, but I turned him down with the excuse that my skills were not good enough and I was afraid of misleading others. None of these young masters are any good.”

Lin Xiaoyan pondered for a moment and asked, "Where is Zheng Tianxiong himself? Has he been coming here often lately?"

“He came twice,” Bai Jie recalled. “Each time, he just listened to Sister Xiaoyan playing the piano from afar or watched Xuemei dancing. He didn’t go up to talk to her or do anything special. But his eyes were like those of a hawk. When they swept over, they made people’s hearts tremble.”

“That’s the most dangerous part.” Lin Xiaoyan turned around, her eyes serious. “Stillness is the true measure of attention. He’s observing us. We must make good use of our ‘skills’ to attract his attention and gain access to the core, without revealing our true purpose.”

"What about Jiangbei..." Lin Xue asked anxiously.

“We can’t rush this,” Lin Xiaoyan said. “Secrets of this caliber would never be discussed so easily in a place like Yaoyuefang. We need to find a breakthrough. Zheng Tianxiong’s confidants, or his good-for-nothing sons, might be our opportunity.”

As night deepened, the flickering lights inside the Wind-Listening Cottage illuminated the young yet remarkably determined faces of three women. They knew that this intelligence war of infiltration and counter-infiltration had only just entered its most dangerous phase. They were flowers blooming in the darkness, beautiful, yet possessing a deadly edge.