Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

Qingyuan deliberately drew out her words, "Then Miss, you must also tell me, who exactly are you thinking of when you read this poem?"

Chu Yun turned her face to the side, lowered her eyes, and refused to say anything.

"Are you embarrassed, Miss? I know even if you don't say it. Just by looking at those paintings you've drawn, I know who you're thinking of. Is it the young master who saved you?" Qingyuan teased.

Chu Yun turned to look at Qing Yuan in disbelief.

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't!"

That's what she said, but her evasive eyes told Qingyuan that she was right.

"Alright! Qingyuan, you're becoming more and more disrespectful. How dare you speak to Miss like that!" Qingying walked into the room and, having overheard Chuyun and Qingyuan's last conversation, couldn't help but scold Qingyuan.

Qingyuan lowered her head, remaining silent.

"Don't worry, Miss. Qingyuan is just concerned about you. She's been running around the temple these past few days, trying to find out where that young master is." Qingying gave Qingyuan a stern warning, then turned around and spoke up for her in front of Chuyun.

Li and his guards had already gone out once, but they couldn't find Yan Jinyu's whereabouts. Chu Yun, being a young woman, even though she had the excuse of searching for her savior, couldn't very well send people to inquire about a man again.

Qingyuan knew Chuyun's thoughts and worried a lot, spending time every day searching for Yan Jinyu's whereabouts.

Coincidentally, Qingyuan spotted Yan Jinyu outside the side room of Baima Temple today.

Qingyuan knew that this young master was cold-hearted, so she didn't dare to rush up and call for help. She only watched secretly for a while and confirmed that the person was the young master who had saved Chuyun that day before she hurriedly returned.

At that time, Chu Yun was taking a nap, so Qing Yuan went to brew medicine and talked with Qing Ying for a while.

Naturally, they also talked about Chu Yun's unusual behavior these past few days.

The two sisters concluded that the root of Chu Yun's absent-mindedness lay with that young man.

It should be noted that although Chu Yun deliberately kept the paintings she made in her spare time at the bottom of the box, Qing Yuan and Qing Ying could still find them and look at them.

If the painting doesn't depict that young master from that day, then who is it?

A silver mask and black outfit—with just a few strokes, the spirit of that young master was captured.

However, Qingyuan and Qingying had never seen the scene depicted in the painting.

Peach blossoms fluttered in the air, swordplay was sharp and swift, and the young man in black practiced his sword under a peach tree, displaying extraordinary elegance.

The painting alone is enough to captivate one.

Not to mention witnessing the young master's demeanor in person.

Qingyuan and Qingying were certain that something must have happened between their young lady and that young master before they arrived at the pavilion.

This story must have left an indelible impression on the young lady.

Although Qingyuan was outspoken, Qingying didn't object to her asking so directly.

Chu Yun listened to Qingying's words with a hint of doubt, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Qingyuan's loyalty to Miss is as clear as day." Qingyuan quickly expressed her loyalty.

"Hmph, you're certainly loyal, but you're not at all considerate." Chu Yun wasn't buying it.

Qingyuan was afraid that Chuyun would really be angry, so she quickly went to the bedside, squatted down, and took Chuyun's hand. "Miss, I didn't mean it. I was just concerned about you."

"Good Miss, please forgive me." Qingyuan held Chuyun's hand, swaying it left and right, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pouting, looking very pitiful.

Chu Yun coughed lightly, "Tell me where that young master is first, and then I'll consider whether or not to forgive you."

"Fine, Miss, you don't care about me at all," Qingyuan said angrily.

Qingying smiled and said, "Miss, don't mind her. Let me tell you, that young master lives in a wing room on the east side."

"Qingying, you're so talkative! I'll beat you up!" Qingyuan glared at Chuyun, released her hand, stood up, and pounced on Qingying.

Upon seeing this, the blue oriole immediately hid behind her.

The two were just joking around, their silvery laughter echoing through the room.

Chu Yun leaned against the headboard, looking at how vibrant they were, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

*

next day

Although Chu Yun's illness requires careful treatment, if she stays cooped up in her room every day, her health will deteriorate sooner or later.

So when she suggested going out for a walk, no one in the courtyard tried to stop her; on the contrary, they were very happy.

However, Li, the bodyguard, was still worried and sent many guards to stay with Chu Yun. To put their minds at ease, Chu Yun did not refuse.

"Miss, that young master is in the room ahead." Qingyuan helped Chuyun and pointed out the way.

Chu Yun stopped and turned to the guards behind her, saying, "Wait for me here. I'm going to see a friend. Don't worry, that friend is staying in the front room. You can see everything clearly if anything changes."

"Yes," the guards replied in unison.

Chu Yun continued walking forward with Qing Yuan and Qing Ying.

Standing at the door of the side room, Chu Yun's grip on Qing Yuan's hand tightened noticeably.

"Don't worry, Miss," Qingyuan said softly.

Chu Yun nodded slightly and looked at Qingying beside her.

Qingying understood immediately, stepped forward, and knocked on the door.

"Young master, my young lady has come to see you to repay the life-saving grace she received a few days ago."

Inside the room, Yan Jinyu was resting with her eyes closed when she heard the sound and suddenly opened them.

He sensed someone approaching, but he never expected that the person would be Lin Chuyun.

Sitting quietly in the chair, Yan Jinyu made no move to open the door.

There was no need for him and Lin Chuyun to see each other again. Having been turned away, they would naturally know to leave.

"Young master, are you there?" Qingying's voice rang in my ears again.

Yan Jinyu couldn't help but frown.

Then came a few soft coughs from outside the door, very faint and weak.

Yan Jinyu's heart skipped a beat, and she tried to stand up by pushing off with her feet.

He was halfway up when he suddenly stopped.

His mind came to its senses, and reason compelled him to sit back down, but the coughing sounds outside acted like hooks, pulling him out.

Reason and desire are locked in a struggle, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Forget it, her health is so poor, what if she faints outside his door? Who would be responsible then? He didn't want to get into trouble.

Using this reason to convince herself, Yan Jinyu finally made up her mind and walked towards the door.

Outside the door, Qingyuan saw Chu Yun cough twice and couldn't help but advise, "Perhaps she's not in her room. Why don't you come back tomorrow?"

Chu Yun shook her head. "Wait a little longer."

Qingyuan felt a pang of regret; she shouldn't have told her mistress where the young master had gone.

"squeak--"

The door opened.

Chu Yun's eyes lit up slightly when she saw Yan Jinyu.

"Young Master, it really is you." Chu Yun said softly.

Yan Jinyu looked up at her. "What brings you here?"

Chu Yun curtsied and said, "Young master saved my daughter, so I came to pay my respects. It has been many days since we last met. How have you been?"

"Everything is as usual," Yan Jinyu said.

That's a lie.

Yan Jinyu's situation is really not good.

If it weren't for the mask, Chu Yun would have seen Yan Jinyu's deathly pale face, as if he had applied more than a dozen layers of white powder, making him look quite frightening.