Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Thirty years later, Yan Zhen passed away peacefully in his sleep, leaving this world.

At the same time, in the vast virtual space of the Quick Transmigration Division, countless tiny fireflies surged from all directions, converging into a graceful figure.

The figure gradually took shape, and finally floated lightly to the ground.

With a slender and tall figure, porcelain-white and delicate skin, exquisite and bright features, coupled with her long, slightly wavy hair like seaweed and an arrogant aura, she is definitely a cool and aloof queen.

Yan Zhen smoothed his long hair and strode towards the headquarters of the Quick Transmigration Division.

She had only taken a few steps when a pale bluish-gray cockatiel fluttered its wings, calling out "Master" in a childish voice as it flew over, folded its wings, and landed on her shoulder, nuzzling its head affectionately against her cheek.

"Master, it's been a long time!"

Yan Zhen glanced at it, and the next moment, he raised his hand and swept it off his shoulder without any politeness.

"I told you, don't talk to me in that voice!"

The cockatiel was swept off its feet and fell headfirst to the ground. It quickly jumped up, flapped its wings with great effort, and flew back to Yan Zhen's shoulder.

When he spoke again, his voice had returned to that of a hoarse, deep old man: "Yes, Master."

Yan Zhen didn't stop walking. He pushed open the door of the Quick Transmigration Division with great speed. Inside was a virtual office, with the same office furnishings as those found everywhere in the human world.

But the creatures that roam inside are all different in shape.

A "colleague" with a human body and a snake's head walked towards her. Yan Zhen's expression remained unchanged. The other person greeted her, and she nodded in response.

As they passed each other, Yan Zhen asked the system in a low voice, "Seven, where has the Quick Transmigration Division expanded its business to now? There are so many strange things at headquarters."

Xiaoqi replied, "We recently developed a new galaxy, and all my new colleagues are from that galaxy."

After saying that, it remembered something else and said with great interest, "Oh, right, there's another piece of news: Lord Jingchen has woken up."

Yan Zhen paused in his steps.

Jing Chen, one of the founders of the Quick Transmigration Division, suffered a severe brain injury while on a mission and lay in a hibernation pod for three hundred years.

I thought he would either die from exhaustion or remain in hibernation forever, but he actually woke up.

Yan Zhen pondered for a moment, then beckoned to Xiao Qi, signaling it to come closer.

"Jing Chen, is he handsome?"

Xiao Qi was embarrassed. The host under her name was notorious for being a womanizer and a womanizer who loved men. His biggest hobby was to find a handsome man to play with when he had nothing to do.

Everyone in the Quick Transmigration Division knew her, and it was also aware of her character.

But to set one's sights on the supreme deity is truly terrifying.

"This... soaking in energy liquid for three hundred years, even the most handsome face would be wrinkled by now, right? Not to mention, he's over three hundred years old..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhen immediately conjured up an image of an old man with missing teeth, sparse hair, a hunched back, and wrinkled skin.

She abandoned her plan to go and see, pushed open the office door, and sat down in the executive chair.

Xiao Qi dutifully reported the mission summary: "This mission took three days, earning 98 points. Your current total points are 368,561, ranking second in the Quick Transmigration Division..."

Yan Zhen, who had been lazily playing with the star chart on the table, straightened up upon hearing this: "Second? Who's first?"

She's been at the top of the rankings for years, and she's only been away on a mission for three days. How did she end up in second place?

“Zhou Yanqing,” Xiao Qi explained, “His job is different from yours, and he works very hard. He can finish a task in an hour on average, so it’s normal for his ranking to rise quickly.”

Upon hearing this name, Yan Zhen leaned back in his chair: "The scapegoat?"

"Yes, I heard he's in a hurry to get back to the real world, which is why he's working so hard on missions."

real world--

Yan Zhen scoffed lightly, then lazily yawned: "I'll sleep for a while, and then set off for the next world when I wake up."

"Ok."

Yan Zhen took a nap, and unsurprisingly, she had another dream.

In the dream, it was a rainy day, and she was dressed in all black, holding a black umbrella, standing in a cemetery.

The deranged woman screamed hysterically at her, "Why wasn't it you who died!"

He then raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

Her whole body was stiff and numb, as if her body and consciousness were separated—her body was in pain and tears were streaming down her face, but her consciousness was sneering, as if she were watching a play that she could not empathize with.

In the dream, the scene shifted, and she was trapped inside a burning car, surrounded by raging flames that burned her skin.

She frantically pounded on the car window, trying to escape, but through the windshield, the woman she called "mother" stood in the distance, coldly watching her, her lips moving slightly.

Yan Zhen understood the lip reading.

She said: Go to hell.

"boom--"

Yan Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, and for a long time he couldn't focus his gaze.

A familiar tapping sound came from the side. She turned her head and saw that Xiao Qi was still in the form of a cockatiel, slowly tapping the keyboard with her sharp beak to make a task report.

Hearing the noise, Xiao Qi turned around, her round, beady eyes full of concern: "Master, did you have another nightmare?"

Yan Zhen didn't answer for a while before saying, "Let's go to the next world."

-

Yan Zhen opened her eyes and found herself submerged in water. The thick palace dress she was wearing weighed her down, and she felt a strong sense of suffocation.

The surrounding light was dim, and she could vaguely see that it was a lake. The water was not deep, and she could easily break through the surface with just a little paddling.

However, the situation is unclear, and she dares not make any rash moves. She is afraid that the original owner is being hunted down, and if she were to show herself rashly, she would probably be killed as soon as she comes out of the water.

For safety reasons, she quickly opened the walkthrough and skimmed through it.

This is a feudal dynasty. The original owner of this body is named Xiao Lingyi, the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion in the Great Jin Dynasty. She is fifteen years old this year.

The Xiao family had been generals for generations. Duke Zhenguo, Xiao Dingfang, commanded 600,000 troops and guarded the border for the Great Jin Dynasty.

He was a brilliant strategist who had never been defeated in many years and was regarded as a god of war by the people of Jin. However, his great achievements also made him a threat to the emperor, arousing the emperor's suspicion.

When Xiao Lingyi was ten years old, Emperor Jin ordered her to enter the palace, declaring that no matter which prince was named crown prince in the future, she would be the crown princess.

The Xiao family has no male heirs in this generation. This imperial decree, ostensibly a gift, is in reality a way to confine her, the legitimate daughter of the Xiao family, to the deep palace as a hostage to blackmail Xiao Dingfang.

Five years later, fifteen-year-old Xiao Lingyi fell into the water at the Empress's birthday banquet and was rescued by the eldest prince, Xiahou Jin. In order to protect her reputation, Xiahou Jin naturally married her and became the crown prince.

Six years later, the emperor died, Xiahou Jin ascended the throne, and Xiao Lingyi was made empress.

However, she was physically weak and had difficulty conceiving. When she finally became pregnant, the child died shortly after birth.

She sat in her palace for a long time, holding her child's body, and from then on, she fell ill and never recovered.

He was bedridden for three years until news of his death at the border arrived: Xiao Dingfang had died on the battlefield, and his wife had committed suicide out of love.

Seven days later, Empress Xiao, at the age of twenty-four, passed away.