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

Qingying tiptoed forward, took the painting from Chuyun's hands, and placed it on the table beside her.

Then he lifted Chu Yun's left hand.

Just as he placed Chu Yun's hand back on the soft couch, he heard a faint voice.

"Well."

It was Chu Yun who called out softly, and then slowly opened her eyes.

"Miss, you're awake?" Qingyuan asked.

Chu Yun nodded, propped herself up on her arms, and tried to sit up.

Qingying quickly stepped forward to help her.

Qingyuan brought a soft pillow and placed it behind Chuyun, then pulled the blanket over Chuyun.

After everything was tidied up, Qingying glanced at Chuyun, who was still somewhat dazed, and said softly, "If Miss is tired, she should go to bed to rest. Sleeping here will make you catch a cold."

Chu Yun rested her left hand on the soft pillow and pressed her brow.

"I know, I didn't mean to sleep, but somehow I fell asleep."

Qingying noticed Chu Yun's exhausted face and her eyes flickered slightly.

"Is something troubling you, Miss?"

Chu Yun stiffened slightly, bit her lower lip, and then shook her head, "It's nothing."

It would be difficult for Chu Yun to tell her daughter's secrets, so Qing Ying did not press her further.

"The sun has set. What would you like for dinner, Miss? You must be hungry after sleeping for so long. If there's anything you'd like to eat, just tell the kitchen staff to prepare it," Qingying said, changing the subject.

Chu Yun: "I don't really want to eat anything, just some congee and side dishes will do."

Qingying sighed inwardly, and could only swallow her worries.

"Yes."

After talking for a while, Chu Yun became much more sober.

His pupils contracted slightly when his gaze fell on the painting on the table.

Without changing her expression, Chu Yun looked away, paused for a moment, and asked, "While I was asleep, did anything happen in the courtyard?"

Qingying: "Nothing serious happened. Just one thing: Song Zhaoming came over an hour ago, saying he was there to deliver some books for copying. I sent him back and told him to come again tomorrow."

Chu Yun was surprised, "He finished copying it so quickly?"

“He naturally wouldn’t dare to neglect his mistress’s orders. Besides, he’s been ill these past few days and has nothing to do, so he’s naturally been able to copy quickly,” Qingying said.

Chu Yun nodded.

"Miss, after talking for so long, have some tea to soothe your throat." Qingyuan held out a cup of tea to Chuyun.

Chu Yun chuckled, took the tea, and gently blew away the tea foam.

Just as he opened his lips to drink the tea, he heard Li, the guard, speaking from outside the door.

"Miss, I have something to report."

Chu Yun put down her teacup and looked at Qing Yuan.

Qingyuan hurried towards the door.

“What happened?” she asked.

Guard Li frowned, looking anxious. "That brat Song Zhaoming is missing!"

"What? Tell me more. How could someone just disappear like that? Could they have gone to practice martial arts? Did you check their usual training place?" Qingyuan asked in surprise.

"I've searched the courtyard, the martial arts training area, and the White Horse Temple, but I haven't found him," Guard Li sighed.

Qingyuan: "Wait here, I'll go tell Miss and see what she says."

"Hey, hurry up!" Guard Li urged.

Qingying was helping Chuyun change her clothes when she heard Qingyuan's words, and Chuyun frowned.

"Have Uncle Li take more people to find him."

The courtyard was thrown into chaos after Song Zhaoming was lost.

Not long after the guards set out, the sky suddenly changed color, and a clap of thunder suddenly sounded.

Dark clouds rolled in, obscuring the sky and the sun, giving the impression that a storm was brewing.

Sure enough, in just a few breaths, large raindrops poured down, pattering onto the ground and splashing up, landing somewhere in the yard, but eventually gathering together and covering the entire ground.

Chu Yun stood under the eaves, and raindrops occasionally drifted in and landed at her feet.

"Miss, let's go inside and wait a while. It's windy outside," Qingying advised.

Chu Yun pursed her lips and shook her head.

Unable to dissuade her, Qingying could only fetch a cloak and wrap Chu Yun up tightly, then bring a hot water bottle and stuff it into Chu Yun's hands.

The rain intensified, and the torrential downpour could make one's head spin and become disoriented.

Chu Yun's heart was in her throat, her worries so intense they seemed impossible to dispel.

Suddenly, a person appeared at the gate of the courtyard, holding a snow-white oil-paper umbrella.

They were quite far apart, and Chu Yun couldn't see the person's face clearly. She raised her voice and said, "Zhaoming, is that you?"

The sound, filtered through the rain, became faint and ethereal to the ears of those who heard it.

Because of those words, the hand holding the umbrella tightened continuously, and the knuckles turned bluish-white.

I wish I could turn around and leave immediately.

But when his gaze fell upon that slender figure at the door of the room, a figure that seemed so fragile that a gust of wind could blow her away, he couldn't bear to do it.

The person's face was hidden under the umbrella, concealed in the vast rain and mist, as they walked step by step toward the direction where Chu Yun was.

He stopped, stood at the bottom of the steps, and slowly raised his umbrella.

Chu Yun finally saw his face clearly—it was Yan Jinyu.

His features were cool and aloof, his eyes were indifferent, and a sword hung at his waist. Standing there quietly, he exuded an imposing aura.

"Young Master." Chu Yun murmured, her eyes flashing with undisguised surprise.

The guards practically ransacked the entire White Horse Temple; with such a large-scale operation, it was impossible for Yan Jinyu not to notice.

He sat alone in the room, growing increasingly anxious the longer he sat.

Unable to suppress his worries, he grabbed his sword and umbrella and rushed into the rain.

After speeding all the way to the courtyard, Yan Jinyu finally felt relieved to see Chu Yun safe and sound.

At this moment, he looked at Chu Yun and saw that her face was pale from the cold, and he couldn't help but frown.

Throwing away the umbrella, Yan Jinyu rushed over to Chu Yun's side.

"The wind is so strong, why don't you go inside and take shelter?" Yan Jinyu said coldly.

His voice was icy cold, and a hint of anger flickered in his eyes and brows. Chu Yun's words of rebuttal circled on her tongue again and again, but she ultimately couldn't utter them.

Arguing with him now will only add fuel to the fire.

Chu Yun then lowered her eyes and head, looking pitiful, ignoring everyone's continued criticism.

Who is Ke Yan Jinyu?

Truly cold-hearted and callous.

"Go inside!"

It was another voice that chilled you to the bone.

Chu Yun twisted her fingers together, lowered her eyes, and remained silent.

Yan Jinyu raised an eyebrow, not bothering to argue with her. He put his arm around her waist, lifted Chu Yun onto his shoulder like a spring breeze, and carried her into the house.

Qingyuan and Qingying were knocked aside by him, almost dumbfounded.

That lecherous scoundrel!

The two realized what was happening and rushed into the house.

"Let go of my young lady!" Qingyuan shouted.

Chu Yun had already been placed on the bed by Yan Jinyu. She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes wide open, unable to come to her senses.

Yan Jinyu glanced back at Qingyuan and Qingying, her eyes sharp.

The two men were pinned to the spot by the stab.

"Hurry up and serve your young lady! If you two are left to fend for her, she'll freeze to death in the cold wind today!" Yan Jinyu said coldly.

These words were truly hurtful, and Qingyuan and Qingying were so embarrassed that they couldn't save face.

They couldn't say anything either, so they quickly went to Chu Yun's side, took a brocade quilt and wrapped it around her, and poured her hot tea to warm her up.

During this time, Yan Jinyu stood aside with her eyes lowered and her thoughts unreadable.

Chu Yun occasionally glanced at him, but he never looked back.