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

"Your Highness, the Demon Emperor, you've been standing here for so long, won't you try some?"

As she spoke, she pushed the white jade plate containing osmanthus cake over, the sugar frosting on the edge of the plate sparkling like stardust in the sunlight.

Just as Jun Sui's fingertips touched the cool glaze of the teacup, Sui Si suddenly covered it with a warm hand.

The warmth of his palm seeped through the fabric of his sleeve, warming his fingertips, which had been chilled in the porch the night before.

"Look at you, your hands are all cold."

Before he could react, he was pulled to his side. Sui Si simply took his hand in her palm and rubbed it back and forth, deliberately pausing when her fingertips brushed against the thin calluses on his tiger's mouth.

Jun Sui was as stiff as a wooden sculpture, even her breathing became a soft whisper, yet she was drawn to the embrace that smelled of cedarwood, as if she were drawn to a magnet, and she rubbed against it, wishing she could hide her clasped hands forever under the wide sleeves of her brocade robe.

"do not move."

Sui Si suddenly leaned forward, his warm breath brushing against Jun Sui's reddened ear tips.

Before the Demon Emperor could react, his warm fingertips brushed against the corner of his mouth, picking up a bit of the scattered icing sugar.

Those usually indifferent eyes were now filled with a sly smile, staring intently at his suddenly widened eyes.

Gently bring your sugar-coated finger to your lips, making a soft "pop" sound as you lightly curl your tongue:

"Too sweet."

The movement startled Jun Sui, causing him to tremble violently. His elbow slammed heavily against the edge of the table, and the gilded teacup overturned. The amber-colored tea soup, like a winding stream, flowed along the wood grain and over the scattered osmanthus cakes.

"Clumsy."

Sui Si smiled, her eyes crinkling, and pulled out a handkerchief embroidered with silver cloud patterns to wipe the table. But when her fingertips touched Jun Sui's hand, which was hurriedly tidying up, she suddenly grabbed his wrist.

The Demon Emperor's ears turned almost blood red as he looked at the faint, mischievous smile on his beloved's lips. Suddenly, he heard the other person lower their voice and say:

"As punishment, you'll have to warm my bed for me tonight."

These words startled Jun Sui so much that he almost jumped up from his carved chair. His long black sleeves swept across the table, scattering the remaining tea and snacks all over the floor.

Sui Si threw her head back and laughed loudly. The dark blue ribbon in her hair swayed gently with her movements, and the flowing cloud pattern embroidered with silver threads shone brightly in the morning light, making her peach blossom eyes even brighter.

Just as Jun Sui, his face flushed, squatted down to pick up the items, he suddenly heard light footsteps outside the window.

Sui Si looked up and saw Ran Cang leaning against the door, draped in a light gray blanket. The silver bells in her hair swayed gently with her breathing, and her pale cheeks still had the flush of sleep.

She rubbed her rumbling stomach, her voice hoarse like crumpled paper:

"You guys...you're making so much noise I can't sleep."

The last syllable lingered, her gaze sweeping over the mess on the floor and Jun Sui's hastily straightened clothes, when suddenly a knowing smile curled her lips:

"I should have waited until you two finished your breakfast before coming."

Jun Sui stood frozen in place, clutching half a dusty osmanthus cake in his hand. He opened his mouth but could only utter dry, breathy sounds.

Sui Si broke the silence with a light cough, stood up, and supported Ran Cang's thin shoulder, his fingertips casually checking her pulse:

"What would you like to eat? Lotus seed and lily bulb porridge? Or yam and lean pork soup?"

He turned and instructed the waiter to prepare a light meal.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jun Sui frantically using his spiritual power to clean up the mess, unaware that even the jade crown binding his hair was askew.

The morning light, shrouded in mountain mist, seeped through the intertwined patterns of the carved window lattice, wandering across the sparsely spread Xuan paper, blurring the still-wet ink characters into hazy cloud patterns.

He stroked the celadon teacup in his hand, the cool touch concealing a fine crack in the ice. His fingertips grazed it slightly as he brushed against it—a mark left by Ran Cang when he first entered the sect, clumsily but stubbornly using weapon-refining techniques. Now, it seemed like a subtle, hidden wound between master and disciple.

Last night, Jun Sui arrived under the moonlight, his black robes still tinged with the frost unique to the demon realm. Ran Cang's knuckles, gripping his sword, were white, and his gaze, like a poisoned arrow, was fixed directly on the demon emperor.

"I'll go and fetch some freshly made Yunya tea."

Jun Sui suddenly stood up, his black wide sleeves sweeping across the table, the air currents causing several unfinished letters to flutter and disturbing the still-wet ink in the inkstone, leaving marks of varying shades on the Xuan paper.

When he lowered his eyes to look at Sui Si, the demonic lines at the corners of his eyes were faintly visible in the morning light.

A perfectly measured, gentle smile played at the corners of his lips, as if he could see through the undercurrents churning in the other person's eyes.

"I heard that the kitchen recently harvested some spring bamboo shoots, so I'll go check on them while I'm at it."

Before the words were even finished, the breeze stirred by her clothes carried a faint scent of jasmine towards the door.

Suddenly, the wooden spoon in Cang's hand lost its grip and clattered against the rim of the bowl, splashing porridge foam that left scattered marks on the celadon bowl.

She suddenly looked up, and the silver ornaments at her temples swayed violently with the movement, shattering into thousands of cold glints in the morning light, like unsheathed swords.

The tea rippled in the bowl, reflecting her slightly furrowed brows, as if shrouded in an impenetrable layer of frost.

"Master, there's no need for that."

Her voice was clear and cold, like ice water striking stone, "When I speak with my master, my grandmaster can naturally be present."

Before she finished speaking, she had already placed the wooden spoon heavily on the rim of the bowl, making a crisp clinking sound.

Sui Si's drooping eyelashes cast long, thin shadows beneath her eyes, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Jun Sui's hand frozen in mid-air.

The Demon Emperor's knuckles turned white from the force, his fingertips almost digging into his palms, but he released them in the next instant, turning into a nonchalant smile.

As he sat down again, the wind stirred by the hem of his dark robe swept across her graying hair, startling the jade pendant around her neck, which was a peace charm that Sui Si had personally carved from Kunlun jade for her sixteenth birthday. Now, however, it made a soft, rustling sound between the two completely different auras.

"That would be very good."

Sui Si picked up his teacup, the warm steam blurring his vision.

The little girl who secretly learned sword control from behind him has grown into the sharp-eyed senior disciple of the Qingyun Sect.

Soft birdsong drifted in from outside the bamboo curtain, but it couldn't dispel the stagnant air in the room.

Ran Cang picked up the spoon again and crushed the red beans in the bowl one by one, his movements as mechanical as if he were repeating an ancient incantation.

The red bean paste mixed with the porridge turned into an eerie blood-red color in the bowl.

Only when the first ray of sunlight climbed onto the tassel of her sword, the silver pendant reflecting a dazzling light, did she finally raise her head, finally revealing the sharpness in her eyes, honed by the years:

"If Master has something to say, please speak freely."

These words suddenly brought Sui Si's thoughts back to a cold night ten years ago.

The moonlight on the training ground was pale white due to the accumulated snow. Ran Cang was covered in blood but still stood tall, his sword tassel fluttering in the wind.

At that time, she also stubbornly raised her head, her voice trembling with tears, yet each word resounding:

"This disciple can fight again!"

The girl before me now has lost her youthful naiveté, but still retains the resilience etched into her bones, only now she possesses the sharpness of someone who has experienced the world.

Sui Si put down his teacup, the porcelain bottom touching the wooden table with a soft sound: "You don't dislike Jun Sui?"

His gaze was like a signal tower, carefully observing his apprentice's expression.

The wooden spoon in Ran Cang's hand hovered above the white porcelain bowl, and the ripples on the surface of the porridge reflected her lowered eyebrows and eyes.

Upon hearing the question, her Adam's apple bobbed slightly beneath her pale skin as she swallowed the porridge in her mouth.

The movement was too deliberate, as if it were trying to cover something up.

"of course not."

Her voice was so calm it was almost indifferent, and the sound of metal clashing against porcelain as she put down the wooden spoon was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

“Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt its debtor. I’m not a foolish emperor, and I don’t like to punish those who share the blame.”

Her fingertips unconsciously traced the rim of the bowl, where there was a very shallow engraving, left many years ago when she first learned swordsmanship and accidentally knocked the teacup onto the sword tassel.

Sui Si was very familiar with this little action—whenever she was feeling uneasy, she would unconsciously repeat this action.

"During my time training at the foot of the mountain, I witnessed too many life-and-death situations."

Ran Cang raised his head, his gaze passing over Sui Si and landing on the mottled window frame in the distance.

The morning light outlined the faint dark circles under her eyes, like the marks left by ink spreading on rice paper.

"Those who were laughing and talking one moment are now lying in pools of blood the next."