Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

It was another sleepless night. Qingyan sat by the window, looking at the somewhat desolate courtyard.

Now that the Celestial Clan is in decline, other clans have begun to encroach on its territory. The elders led the surviving members of the clan back to the Celestial Clan's ancestral land to live in seclusion. Now, only Qing Yan remains in the Celestial Palace.

He looked up at the crescent moon in the sky. When the cold moonlight shone through the window of the dark prison, it only made people feel pain.

In the dilapidated courtyard, only the red plum tree by the wall bloomed beautifully, standing alone in the desolate cold wind.

The red is vibrant, yet also poignant.

That tree, with its unusual colors, looked like an evil flower watered with blood.

Qingyan felt uneasy and wanted to raise his hand to destroy the tree full of red flowers.

A sharp pain shot through my head, and the image of the white fox's desperate and sorrowful expression flashed before my eyes once more.

The white fox, still faintly breathing, said, "Then bury it."

It dashed their last hope.

It was hastily buried under the plum tree.

Even a beggar in the mortal world who dies has a straw mat wrapped around his head.

Su Xiaoyuanliang, who grew up pampered and spoiled, was buried in the yellow earth.

We will never see the blue sky and bright sun again.

The blood from his heart seeped through the wound, staining the entire land red, and also staining the plum blossoms on the tree red.

Qingyan clutched his chest, as if he could see the white fox transforming into a boy again.

A young man in red stood on the other side of the River Styx, looking at me with eyes full of hatred and disgust. He didn't say a word, leaving only a resolute back view.

Across the River Styx, he could only cry out helplessly.

But the boy did not turn back.

The boy in red is always like the blazing sun, passionate and warm.

He was once the one who grasped that ray of sunshine.

Where is that sunshine now?

Every time he wakes up in the middle of the night, Qingyan always watches as "himself" dissects the little fox's heart again and again.

He watched as the sharp dagger was aimed at the white fox's warm, pulsating heart, and then, without hesitation, it sliced ​​open the flesh.

The little fox's sad and desperate expression was ignored by "itself." The warm blood flowed into the jade pot and was then sent to the pharmacy to become a medicinal ingredient for the Baiyue people.

No one cared whether the little fox lived or died.

Applying medicine to the little fox's chest was merely to ensure he didn't die, so that blood could be drawn again the next day.

This torment lasted for almost a month.

The little fox, who had barely survived in the human world, was killed a second time.

Qingyan wanted to stop it, but every time he got close, he became the one wielding the knife.

He would never forget the feeling of the little fox's warm blood on his fingertips.

Over time, he became afraid to go any closer.

He could only watch as another version of himself killed his beloved, again and again.

again and again.

Later, when Qingyan looked at his increasingly gray hair, he would wonder if this was the little fox's punishment for him.

Every time he watched the red plum blossoms in the courtyard fall asleep, he would wonder if he himself would never wake up. It would be good if he could go find the little fox.

But in the dream, there was no boy in red, only a white fox covered in blood.

As dawn breaks, he will begin another day of torment.

He did not commit suicide because he knew clearly that every gust of wind in the world might carry the breath of a young man.

Once you're dead, you'll never see them again.

He was saving his life to atone for his sins against the little fox.

He deserves his revenge.

Tortured day after day, agonizing night after night.

Never die.

*

Xunmo later wondered why he hadn't been braver.

Watching her elder brother follow behind Princess Su, even though he was always being bullied by her.

But he knew that his older brother was happy.

He is now atoning for his sins.

He set aside all his identity and dignity, giving himself and Princess Su a glimmer of hope.

The backlash suffered by the North Sea Dragon Clan was slightly less severe than that of the Celestial Clan; only his beloved father was completely and utterly killed.

He died while still on that Lady Yu's belly.

This directly gave Xunmo an opportunity to deal with his stepmother.

After all, he is now the undisputed king of Beihai.

Although Beihai made mistakes before, it has now been punished.

But he is the crown prince of Beihai, and that is an unchangeable fact.

They should also shoulder the responsibilities of Beihai.

A century has passed in the blink of an eye, and in the midst of a monotonous and repetitive life, there has finally been some good news.

Princess Su was about to marry one of her close attendants.

The attendant who always wore a mask was going to marry into the You Su family.

No one outside the family knows what he looks like.

However, those who can catch the eye of Princess Su must be quite remarkable.

However, this princess was a bit too possessive of her food; on her wedding day, even the attendants didn't remove their masks.

This greatly disappointed some onlookers who wanted to catch a glimpse of the mysterious attendant's appearance.

When the wedding invitation was secretly delivered to the Dragon Palace of the North Sea, Xunmo felt a mix of emotions.

After much deliberation, I decided to go to the ceremony in person.

Xunmo discreetly entered Yousu, but was still recognized by Yousu.

Xunmo looked at the boy blocking his way. His fair face still had a bit of baby fat. He wondered whose child he was who had been forced into child labor.

The boy's voice was exceptionally soft and sweet, but his words were not very polite: "From Beihai, come with me. The princess sent me to fetch you."

After saying that, she walked forward on her own, not caring whether Xunmo followed or not.

Looking at the boy dressed in bright colors and with an arrogant expression, Xunmo was full of questions.

How did such a good kid develop such poor taste?

She was dressed even more extravagantly than the young master of the Peacock Clan.

However, Xunmo was quite perceptive and could tell that the boy didn't like him very much, so he chose to follow quietly.

The brightly dressed young man led Xunmo to the second floor, then turned to Xunmo and said, "You will observe the ceremony here. When the banquet begins, someone will serve you the food."

Xunmo nodded, offering no objection.

After all, Su and the Celestial Clan and the North Sea have been estranged for ages.

He was able to come here to attend the ceremony entirely because he is Xunyan's younger brother.

Their mother had packed her things after their father died.

A light sword, wandering the world.

To fulfill the dream she hadn't completed in her youth.

Just as Xunmo was about to ask who the boy was, someone pushed the door open and entered.

I've seen it in one glance; they're all the same brightly colored ones, so dazzling it hurts my eyes.

It was the young master of the Peacock Clan.

It seems that the boy's aesthetic sense was corrupted by him.

After all, this young master's aesthetic sense is so unique that it's hard to find someone with similar taste even in a thousand years.

The young master was not surprised to see Xunmo, and simply nodded.

She turned and pulled the boy away, muttering to herself. The boy looked slightly impatient, but he still listened.

Their voices faded into the distance, and Xunmo still hadn't been able to find out the boy's identity. He only heard the young master call out to him.

"Xiao Xi".

Looking at the two of them nestled together, Xunmo's eyes revealed a hint of envy. He sighed and turned his gaze back to the wedding that was taking place below.

As the well-matched couple, dressed in red wedding attire, entered the main hall, Gu Zhen caught a glimpse of her familiar blue eyes, her brows brimming with a smile.

Xunmo was momentarily dazed, as if he had seen the boy in red again.

If we were to say when he was happiest, it would probably be the memory of his tribulations in the mortal realm.

Back then, the boy in red always seemed quite lively.

He likes to tease himself—no, it should be Shen Yi.

He still remembered that day when he asked Si Ming to return his memories of his tribulations.

The God of Fate said, "Knowing something doesn't necessarily mean it's a good thing."

Just like that, I'll live my life in a hazy, dreamlike way, and perhaps one day I'll forget everything.

Xunmo reflected on what he had said at the time.

How could I forget?

Even without the memory, my heart will still flutter for that boy.

The boy is gone, and he doesn't want to lose even this last remaining memory.

In the end, Si Ming returned that memory to Xun Mo.

When memories and emotions returned, Xunmo remained silent.

She could only look at the red plum tree in front of the Hall of Fate and tears fell.

It turned out that a fleeting glance upwards on the long street had already captured my heart with those emerald eyes.

*

In the fourth year after Ming Huaijin succeeded to the throne, Shen Yi chose to inherit the position of general and volunteered to guard the border.

Two days before leaving Beijing, Shen Yi and Ming Huaijin had a private talk in the palace.

Ming Huaijin looked at this young man who had quickly shed his immaturity and boyishness in four years. His years of military life had given him a sharp edge, making him completely different from the man who had played with Gu Yao back then.

If Gu Yao were still alive, he would probably have said a few words of praise.

But now standing in front of Shen Yi is Ming Huaijin.

Ming Huaijin sat at the head of the table. Looking at the silent Shen Yi, he sighed and spoke first.

“General Shen, are you really sure? Going to guard the border is harsh and cold. The Shen family has made great contributions, you don’t have to risk your life like this, besides… you are still A-Yao’s friend.”

Shen Yi interrupted Ming Huaijin. Although they were nominally ruler and subject, they had supported each other through the years, and Shen Yi, along with the Shen family, had helped Ming Huaijin clear many obstacles.

We're practically friends now.

Shen Yi knelt down and said loudly, "This is the country that A Yao wants to protect for Your Majesty. He said that the border city is where most of the Zhou family's bloodline is buried, and he will avenge Your Majesty one day. Your subject will definitely fulfill A Yao's wish in this lifetime!"

Ming Huaijin was speechless because of Shen Yi's words. Looking at Shen Yi's lowered head, his gaze was deep, as if he had thought of something. He only raised his hand to touch the red string on his wrist, and then waved his hand.

"In that case, let's set off after the New Year."

Shen Yi thanked the emperor and withdrew.

Ming Huaijin looked at Shen Yi's lonely figure, his black hair covered with snow, as if he had turned white overnight.

But who isn't lonely?

Who hasn't had their soul drained overnight?

Snowy days are always particularly unpleasant.