Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

The sun was shining brightly, its warmth making you feel like you didn't want to move.

Yun Suisi turned over, the hem of her white inner robe rolled up, revealing a section of her fair waist and abdomen, with scattered kiss marks of varying depths, like a piece of adorned jade, tempting one to play with it.

"Assemble..." The soldiers got up early and began their half-day training.

Hearing the sounds of martial arts practice outside, Yun Suisi slowly woke up from his sleep, raised his hand, and wiped his eyes, which were filled with tears.

After getting up, I lazily stretched my body and walked towards the door, moving my sore joints like a cat.

The red marks on his chest were faint and indistinct, traces left from last night.

Pushing open the door, a person dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, holding a sword, moved with the grace of flowing clouds and water, his steps light and agile, moving swiftly like a ghost. With a flick of his sword, he created a burst of air-cutting force, as if he could tear the air apart.

After finishing a set of sword techniques, he remained calm and composed, his posture upright, looking at his only audience member.

The applause was crisp and loud, the 'clap clap clap' sound echoing in the air.

"What a handsome man, 'graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon.'" Yun Suisi exclaimed with admiration.

Jun Sui asked in a doting tone, "Why did you wake up so early? Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

Yun Suisi lowered his eyes: "I heard someone practicing martial arts outside, so I couldn't sleep and got up." He subtly changed the subject: "Your martial arts are not only beautiful in appearance, but also full of killing intent."

Jun Sui walked up to Yun Suisi, gripped the back of the sword hilt with his right hand, the sword hanging down with the blade facing to the side, and handed the sword to Yun Suisi, laughing freely.

"Would you like to learn? I'll teach you."

He took the sword from Jun Sui's hand, twirled it, and then, with lightning speed, perfectly replicated the moves, making Jun Sui's eyes shine brighter and brighter.

"How about it?"

As he finished his routine, Yun Sui deliberately imitated Jun Sui's movements: 'No blushing, no panting, upright posture, looking at the only spectator.'

Noticing the subtle movement, Jun Sui smiled helplessly: "A Si is indeed exceptionally talented. He made no mistakes after just one reading. He's really amazing."

I see there's a martial arts competition in the barracks later; Ah Si can participate if he's interested."

Yun Suisi nodded: "Of course."

"Okay, okay, okay..."

"Attack quickly, attack quickly..."

Thunderous applause erupted in the school's martial arts arena as everyone watched the two fighters on the dueling platform.

The man was as strong as an ox, with well-defined muscles, a broad back, and powerful legs, and he was constantly breathing heavily and firmly.

The other person was rather slender, with only a thin layer of muscle covering his body, but his flexibility was on full display as he rolled and tumbled.

The two, one forceful and the other gentle, fought fiercely, their battle locked in a stalemate, with neither able to gain the upper hand for the time being.

"Who do you think will win? I think it's the one with the slender build."

With too many soldiers around, Yun Suisi and Jun Sui were too lazy to raise their voices and whispered in each other's ears.

Jun Sui: "I guess the one with the bigger physique will win."

Glancing at the dueling platform, Jun Sui whispered to Yun Suisi, "Let's make a bet. If you win, you can rest for a while longer. If I win, you have to wear... and... for me to see."

To say such things in front of everyone, a dignified regent, is truly shameless and brazen.

Yun Suisi blushed and thought angrily.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the situation had already been lost, Yun Suisi spoke up expressionlessly and turned to leave.

"Don't worry, 'a gentleman's word is as good as his bond.' Since I've promised you, I won't go back on my word."

Jun Sui followed behind the 'frizzy' person with amusement, patiently coaxing them.

"Your Highness, I have come to pay my respects."

Such cloying words immediately caught Yun Suisi's attention.

She wore a white dress embroidered with colorful patterns, adorned with a glittering headdress and hair ornaments, and her face was covered in flour, which dripped down with a 'shush, shush' sound when she spoke.

Yun Sui quickly closed his eyes and then looked at Jun Sui to wash his eyes.

Jun Sui frowned, his eyes sharp and full of impatience: "Why haven't you left yet? Do you want me to have you thrown out?"

The man spoke in a affected, coy manner, using a high-pitched voice barely audible: "Your Highness, my mission is not yet complete, how could I possibly leave?"

"Someone, find a few people to keep an eye on him and make sure he leaves the barracks tonight." Before Jun Sui finished speaking, he pulled Yun Sui away hastily from this place of trouble.

Out of sight, out of mind. I don't want to ruin my good mood for the day by running into him.

The martial arts tournament is in full swing...

As Yun Suisi ate the fish bones that Jun Sui had carefully removed, a malicious gaze kept fixed on him. He looked up and, sure enough, it was the same man from before.

Yun Shi smiled insincerely at Yun Suisi: "I've heard that Young Master Jun is a close friend of the Prince, so his martial arts skills must be superb."

Today, I'm going to give it a try.

If Young Master Jun is unwilling, that is understandable. After all, you are not like us; you are of noble birth and privilege. I am very afraid that I might accidentally hurt your face or any other part of your body.

If, in a fit of anger, he never comes to the barracks again, then the prince will have lost a valuable 'talent'.

When people bully you to the point of being humiliated, can you really swallow this insult?

Yun Suisi scoffed, not even glancing at him, and walked directly onto the dueling platform: "Come."

Even the most foolish generals present could sense the animosity between the two, and they all fell silent, observing the two on the stage with bated breath.

Yu Zhi gently tugged at Chu Shangbai's sleeve, her face showing caution and trepidation as she asked, "Young Master Jun, do you know martial arts?"

Chu Shangbai looked puzzled: "You...who did you say?"

Yu Zhi spoke even more softly: "Young Master Yun!"

Chu Shangbai suddenly realized: "Oh~, you mean Master? I haven't seen Master practicing his skills."

"That……"

"However, I trust my master. Since he dared to go up there, he will resolve the matter."

"Let me tell you, I feel that the master is much more capable than the prince."

Chu Shangbai interrupted Yu Zhi, demonstrating his confidence in his master and secretly discussing Jun Sui.

Yu Zhi: "..." How come A Shang has become even more stupid since she went to Young Master Yun's side?!

Chu Shangbai didn't lower his voice when he spoke, and everyone around him was sharp-eyed and perceptive. Seeing the prince's normal expression, they couldn't help but worry about the prince's 'confidant'.

Yun Shi naturally heard these words as well, and thought to himself, "Just as I thought." He sneered at Yun Suisi, "If you admit defeat now, it's not too late..."

Yun Suisi scoffed, his tone ruthless: "Only the dead talk the most before they die..."

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1. Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon. — Excerpt from "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" by Cao Zhi of the Wei-Jin period.

2. A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. — Excerpt from *The Analects of Confucius*, "Yan Yuan"

Out of sight, out of mind. — Excerpt from Chapter 3 of *Dream of the Red Chamber* by Cao Xueqin (Qing Dynasty)

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