Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

At this moment, a slender figure appeared outside the Qianyang Palace. She carried a lantern, and her pure white dress made her look like an ethereal fairy.

She looked at the palace gate with a worried expression, as if she was struggling with whether or not she should go in.

Shen Chumo asked in her heart, "Tuanzi, are you sure Xie Yanhuai is inside? Why are there no guards around here?" The area around the palace is so quiet, without a trace of guards.

Tuanzi affirmed, "It was in this hall that there were no guards; Xie Yanhuai deliberately sent them away."

One hour ago...

Shen Chumo was about to go to bed and rest when suddenly, Tuanzi's voice appeared in her mind, telling her that the upgrade was complete.

Tuanzi said happily, "Momo, I'm so glad you waited. I've finally finished upgrading. Let me tell you, I have several new features after this upgrade."

Shen Chumo put down the hairpin in her hand and chuckled, "Oh? What additional functions does it have?"

Tuanzi excitedly said, "My ephemeral space has become larger, my energy limit has increased, my positioning and observation are more accurate, and I can even unlock some of the memories of characters that were not described in the original work." Tuanzi's childlike voice was full of pride.

Shen Chumo became interested when she heard the last one. "Can I choose any person to unlock it?" Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Yes, Momo, but this consumes a lot of energy. After unlocking it once, you need to wait a month before you can unlock it a second time."

"Okay, then help me unlock Xie Yanhuai's memories." She was now very interested in Xie Yanhuai, who was completely different from the tyrant described in the original work.

"Hmm, Momo, which year's edition do you need?"

Shen Chumo pondered carefully. The original novel didn't describe Xie Yanhuai much; all that was known was that he was the only surviving prince of the late emperor, and when he was eighteen, after the late emperor's death, the throne naturally fell to him.

In the original novel, Xie Yanhuai's favorite things to do after ascending the throne were confiscating property and killing people. His temperament was unpredictable. So, in the fifth year of his reign, King Xie Siyuan of Chu joined forces with many ministers to successfully rebel, and Xie Yanhuai died by Xie Siyuan's sword.

"Then let's look at his memories from when he was 10 to 18 years old."

"Wait a moment, MoMo, I'll unlock Xie Yanhuai's memories for you right away."

As Tuanzi began to unlock Xie Yanhuai's memories, the scene in front of Shen Chumo changed accordingly.

This is a dilapidated palace. It is winter, and snow is falling heavily outside. The wind is howling, carrying snowflakes that are dancing wildly in the air.

A ten-year-old child shivered beside a pot of charcoal fire, which burned weakly and crackled.

His clothes were thin and the tattered fabric offered no protection against the bitter cold. The child's face was pale and his lips were purple from the cold. He huddled tightly together, trying to draw warmth from the faint embers of the fire.

He stretched out his frozen little hand and gently approached the charcoal fire, feeling the warmth.

Is this Xie Yanhuai? How come no one is taking care of him, even though he is a prince?

Several palace servants, dressed in thick cotton-padded clothes, walked in. Upon seeing Xie Yanhuai, they sneered and tossed down two steamed buns.

"Here is your meal for today, Fifth Prince. Enjoy it."

Xie Yanhuai didn't mind the dirt; he picked up the steamed bun and wolfed it down.

Several palace servants laughed upon seeing this, saying, "Look at this fifth prince, he looks like a starving ghost reincarnated." Their faces were full of mockery and contempt, showing no respect whatsoever for a prince.

Xie Yanhuai ignored him, focusing intently on eating his steamed bun as if it were the most delicious food in the world.

Seeing that Xie Yanhuai had no reaction, the palace servants spat in boredom and cursed, "You little bastard."

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Xie Yanhuai suddenly lunged forward as if he had been stimulated, and bit the palace servant's hand tightly.

The bitten palace servant let out a scream, and the other palace servants rushed forward to pull Xie Yanhuai away, trying to make him let go.

But Xie Yanhuai was like a wolf cub, clinging tightly to its prey, refusing to let go no matter what. The palace servant slapped Xie Yanhuai across the face, sending him flying to the side, his mouth filled with blood. Yet, there was no fear in his eyes, only endless anger and stubbornness.

The palace servants surrounded Xie Yanhuai and began punching and kicking him again.

The other palace servants pulled him away and advised, "He's a prince, after all. Don't let anyone die."

The man spat, "What kind of bullshit prince is he? He's a bastard born from a lowly palace maid who climbed into the emperor's bed and stole his child. Doesn't he even know if the emperor will acknowledge him?"

Xie Yanhuai lay on the ground, staring blankly upwards, devoid of any human presence, as if he were about to die.

Shen Chumo hadn't expected Xie Yanhuai's childhood to be so miserable. A complex mix of emotions welled up inside her, including pity, shock, and a touch of empathetic sorrow.

Even Tuanzi couldn't stand it anymore and said angrily, "These people are bullying even a child. They are really inhuman."

Shen Chumo lowered her eyes, her gaze icy. Yes, how could some people even be called human?

Time accelerates, and the scene shifts again. Xie Yanhuai is now thirteen years old. Although he has grown taller than before, he is still as thin and frail as ever, and his clothes hang loosely on him.

At this moment, he was tied to a turntable, his limbs were tightly bound, and he was unable to move.

His face was pale, his eyes revealing stubbornness and hatred. The turntable was slowly spinning, and a group of people stood around him with cruel smiles on their faces, as if they were watching a cruel performance.

Xie Yanhuai gritted his teeth, trying his best not to make a sound.

The young man in brocade robes in front said disappointedly, "Second brother, this bastard doesn't even call out. It's not fun at all."

The second prince waved his fan and laughed, "Third brother, don't be impatient, this is just the beginning. He'll get what's coming to him soon." His eyes were full of mockery and cruelty, as if Xie Yanhuai was not a person, but a plaything for their amusement.

The second prince beckoned with his finger, and a palace servant brought over a tray of darts. "Third brother, how about we have a shooting contest? Whoever hits him will have to drink a cup as punishment." A smug smile appeared on his face, seemingly quite pleased with his suggestion.

The young man in brocade robes' eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Great! Second brother, this is an exciting way to play!" He rubbed his hands together, eager to try it out.

The two threw darts at each other. One dart grazed Xie Yanhuai's face and went to the side, leaving a bloody mark on his face.

"Oh dear, I didn't pass." The Third Prince said regretfully.

The second prince picked up the dart, examining it carefully, muttering wicked words, "Where should I aim? At the foot, the hand, the stomach, or the head...?"

Xie Yanhuai's eyes showed no fear. Instead, he stared intently at the Second Prince, as if trying to memorize his face. His gaze burned with an indomitable flame, as if to say, "Come on, I'm not afraid."

The Second Prince's face darkened. "I hate your appearance the most, you bastard! Today is your death day!" With that, he raised the dart again and aimed it at Xie Yanhuai's chest.

Just as the second prince was about to throw the dart, a voice suddenly rang out: "Stop!"

Everyone turned to look, and saw a large group of people walking over, led by a man dressed in bright yellow clothes.

His face was stern, and his eyes revealed his authority.