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

Chu Yun returned to the courtyard without saying what had happened, only appearing sullen.

Qingyuan and Qingying stood under the corridor, both looking anxious.

"What's wrong, Miss? Did you have a falling out with that young master?" Qingyuan asked worriedly.

The most important thing to avoid when Chu Yun is ill is to avoid extreme emotional fluctuations.

If you harbor resentment and cannot express it, or if you develop unresolved inner conflicts that you cannot resolve, serious problems may arise.

Otherwise, Qingyuan wouldn't have kept searching for Yan Jinyu's whereabouts, all to put Chuyun's mind at ease.

"I don't know either," Qingying shook her head.

The two sisters huddled together, as anxious as ants on a hot pan, but they had no clue how to solve the problem.

As Song Zhaoming walked down the corridor, he saw Qingyuan and Qingying whispering to each other in the distance, their faces showing panic, and he couldn't help but frown.

Although it was an ordinary guard uniform, it was washed extremely clean. Wearing it made Song Zhaoming look very smart. In addition, he had a good appearance. If you didn't know him, you would think he was the young master of some noble family.

After practicing martial arts for a period of time, the immaturity in Song Zhaoming's eyes gradually faded, and his figure grew taller and taller. With the immaturity of a boy and the maturity of a young man, Song Zhaoming looked particularly eye-catching.

He strode over quickly.

"What happened? Is it about Miss?" Song Zhaoming asked in a deep voice.

Qingyuan sighed, wanting to tell the truth, "Miss..."

Seeing this, Qingying tugged at Qingyuan's arm.

Qingyuan immediately stopped making a sound.

"It's nothing, it's just that Miss has a poor appetite and can't eat anything. Qingyuan and I are discussing what to make for her," Qingying said.

Song Zhaoming glanced at Qingying and Qingyuan, then remained silent for a long time.

Qingying avoided his gaze, and to prevent him from asking further questions, she spoke first: "What brings you here? What are you carrying?"

"I've finished copying the book that Miss asked me to copy, and I was thinking of bringing it over," Song Zhaoming said calmly, withdrawing his gaze.

Qingying nodded. "So that's what it is. Miss isn't feeling well today and probably won't be in the mood to see you. Give me the books and things, and I'll give them to Miss for you."

As she spoke, Qingyuan reached out her hand.

Song Zhaoming held the paper in his hand, his eyes lowered, and remained motionless. "I want to give it to Miss personally."

Qingying's brow twitched, thinking to herself: If you go in now, you'll only annoy the young lady more.

“In that case, come again tomorrow. Miss will probably want to see you then,” Qingying said.

Song Zhaoming: "Okay, I'll come again tomorrow."

Based on his usual behavior, he would have left after saying that.

Qingying thought so too, but she watched coldly as Song Zhaoming's feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, motionless.

He just stood there, without saying a word.

"Is there anything else?" Qingying asked.

Song Zhaoming then looked up at her, and a rare hint of unease appeared in his usually cold and arrogant eyes.

He blinked, his gaze lingering for a moment before he finally made up his mind to speak: "I...I'd like to ask, what does Miss usually like to eat?"

After asking the question, he quickly lowered his head.

To be honest, Song Zhaoming wasn't very familiar with Qingyuan and Qingying, and he had given them the cold shoulder several times, showing them no respect whatsoever.

At this moment, it was indeed difficult to ask Qingyuan and Qingying for information.

Qingying and Qingyuan didn't make things difficult for him. After all, Song Zhaoming was young, and they treated him like a younger brother because of Chuyun.

"Miss is recuperating and avoids fish and spicy food. She eats very lightly on weekdays and doesn't have any particular favorite food. If I had to name one, it would definitely be the peach blossom pastry from Zhenxiufang in Peach Blossom Alley on Ping'an Street that pleases her the most," Qingying said.

"I'd like to add one more thing: the hibiscus cake from Tian Tai Lou in Guihua Lane, Pingfu Street," Qing Yuan said, having remained silent since saying the wrong thing.

“Yes, yes, Miss also likes hibiscus cake,” Qingying said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhaoming stepped back slightly, bowed, and said, "Thank you both, sisters. I'll be going now."

After that, he turned and left.

Qingyuan and Qingying exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

"It's strange today, he's become so polite!" Qingyuan said, raising an eyebrow.

Qingying glanced at her, quite agreeing with Qingyuan's words, but still said in a cold voice: "And you're talking about him? Why don't you look at yourself? If I hadn't pulled you back, what were you about to say?"

Qingyuan's lips parted slightly, "I...I was wrong."

"There's no sign of anything happening yet. Miss will have guards with her when she goes to see that young master, so there won't be any gossip. But if you or I accidentally let something slip, it would be disastrous for Miss," Qingying said sternly.

"I understand, and I will definitely be more careful with my words and actions in the future," Qingyuan promised.

Qingying sighed, "I know you are wholeheartedly devoted to Miss, and so am I. That's why we should think more carefully about Miss's future."

Qingyuan nodded silently.

*

Song Zhaoming returned to his room, put away the paper in his hand, and went to the bedside.

He bent down, moved the pillow aside, and lifted the sheet.

What was hidden under the sheets was revealed—a handkerchief.

Look closely, and you'll see that this handkerchief was clearly the one Chu Yun "accidentally" lost that day.

Song Zhaoming picked up the handkerchief and placed it on the table.

The handkerchief was folded neatly and pressed very tightly.

Song Zhaoming pinched a corner and unfolded the handkerchief.

A few strings of cash and a few taels of loose silver came into view.

Chu Yun gave him all of this, telling him to buy something he liked.

Song Zhaoming was only one person to feed, so his family wasn't hungry and his daily expenses were minimal. His regular wages were enough to cover his needs, so he kept the reward money Chu Yun had given him.

He had no concept of saving money; he simply didn't want to spend the money Chu Yun gave him.

In his heart, this silver was no longer just money or valuables, but a sign of Chu Yun's care for him.

He felt much more at ease having this money with him.

But today, for some unknown reason, he took out the silver.

He put the money into his purse, carefully folded the handkerchief, tucked it back under the bed sheet, and strolled out of the room with a smile on his face.

*

As the sun sets in the west, the black gold sinks into the sky.

Chu Yun had been in the room for more than an hour.

Qingyuan and Qingying guessed that Chuyun's mood had calmed down, so they carefully and slowly entered the room.

The room was quiet. Qingying tried calling out, "Miss."

No one answered.

She called out again, "Miss."

Still no answer.

Qingyuan and Qingying couldn't help but take a step forward and pass through the screen. They saw Chuyun nestled on the soft couch, breathing lightly, clearly asleep, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Yun, sleeping on her side, looked like a cat, curled up in a ball, her face fair and her sleeping expression serene and adorable.

Qingyuan and Qingying walked lightly and slowly toward Chuyun.

As they approached, the two saw that Chu Yun's left hand hung naturally, her fingers tightly gripping a painting.

It was the peach blossom and sword dance painting that Chu Yun had painted a few days ago.

Qingyuan and Qingying exchanged a silent glance, both feeling somewhat helpless.

After only a few meetings, how did the young lady become so engrossed in the relationship that she can't seem to get out?