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

Chu Yun walked out of Yan Jinyu's room with a dazed look in her eyes, and she didn't come back to her senses until she returned to the courtyard.

Qingyuan and Qingying were very worried, so they took Chuyun's arms and carefully helped her sit down.

"Miss, what happened? Are you alright?" Qingying asked.

Chu Yun seemed not to hear, propping her head up with one hand and muttering, "Wang Yu, Wang Yu... So that's his name."

He was completely obsessed.

Qingying asked anxiously, "Miss, what's wrong?"

Chu Yun looked at her, "Qingying, I know his name now! Yu, Yu, only this word is worthy of his demeanor."

Qingying asked in surprise, "Did Miss tell that young master her feelings? Did he agree?"

When this topic came up, Chu Yun suddenly snapped back to reality and shook her head, saying, "No."

Qingying frowned: "He didn't agree?"

"No, I didn't tell him that," Chu Yun quickly said, seeing that Qingying had misunderstood.

Qingying: "How did you know his name, Miss, and why did you look so distraught?"

Chu Yun lowered her eyes: "It's a long story, I..."

Chu Yun recounted her conversation with Yan Jinyu in detail, leaving Qing Yuan and Qing Ying stunned.

"So, Miss, you've really shot yourself in the foot?" Qingyuan asked in shock.

Chu Yun blushed slightly and argued, "You can't say that. This isn't necessarily a bad thing. It might even be good for my illness."

Well, what could Qingyuan and Qingying say when they saw Chu Yun like this?

Although she fell into the pit, her young lady was clearly enjoying it!

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Young Master Wang is willing to help me, so we should repay him properly. Qingying, go and get some silver, wrap it in a red envelope. Qingyuan, go and prepare some cloth, fruits and vegetables, and bring them with me tomorrow," Chu Yun instructed.

"Yes." The two men accepted the order and withdrew together.

Chu Yun sat upright at the table, tapping her hand on the table as she pondered deeply.

"Yunyun, Miss Cui received your letter and has decided to attend the poetry gathering hosted by Moshuzhai. Yan Huaiji has also accepted the invitation. Tonight, he will discover that Miss Cui is not you," Banjin said.

“I understand. Today I deliberately lured Yan Jinyu into a trap, which will surely advance our relationship. Yan Huaiji should also know the truth by now, and I need his help,” Chu Yun said.

Inside the space, the four lamps on the table remained bright. Ban Jin stood beside the table, quietly watching the four lamps, puffing out his cheeks, and shaking his head, saying, "Just wait, Yun Yun will definitely take you down in one fell swoop!"

*

Within the capital

Yan Huaiji and the Third Prince were locked in a fierce struggle, creating an atmosphere of panic and unease throughout the court and the imperial harem.

The Third Prince kept up, and even Yan Huaiji found it somewhat difficult.

Fortunately, after these few days of fighting, the Third Prince's faction has been severely weakened, and Yan Huaiji breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon receiving the invitation to the poetry gathering at Moshuzhai and knowing that Cui Siwan would also be attending, Yan Huaiji, unusually, felt inclined to go out for a stroll.

That night, Yan Huaiji, dressed in fine clothes, went to the Ink Study surrounded by a crowd.

Everything will soon be settled, and he should go see her.

Thinking of that fleeting glimpse, Yan Huaiji's heart fluttered slightly.

If she knew his true identity, I wonder how she would react?

Are they shocked by his identity? Or will they blame him for concealing it?

Yan Huaiji thought about it for a while, but he still couldn't figure it out. Miss Cui was beautiful and intelligent, and she had some wonderful ideas that even he couldn't come up with. He figured he couldn't guess her reaction this time either.

The more this was the case, the more Yan Huaiji looked forward to meeting Cui Siwan.

Yan Huaiji was full of anticipation, but little did he know that tonight he would encounter the greatest Waterloo of his life.

Cui Siwan received a letter from Chu Yun and followed Chu Yun's advice to attend the poetry gathering, where she displayed her talent.

She sat in the women's section, with elegant demeanor and quick wit, and composed several fine poems in a short time.

Hearing the applause from the audience, Yan Huaiji felt honored.

She truly did not disappoint him!

After the poetry gathering ended, Cui Siwan and her maid prepared to leave.

A guard in black blocked her way. "Miss Cui, my master requests a word with you."

Cui Siwan asked in surprise, "Who is your master?"

Guard: "Master said you'll understand when you get there. Please come with me, Miss."

The guard had a knife at his waist and a sharp look in his eyes; he was not someone to be trifled with. Cui Siwan could only agree, "Okay."

The guards led Cui Siwan to Tian Tai Tower.

Upon entering the room, a man stood with his hands behind his back, his back to Cui Siwan.

Cui Siwan could only see his back, and from that, she deduced that he must be a young man.

"Who are you?" Cui Siwan asked.

Yan Huaiji frowned slightly upon hearing the voice. He hadn't seen him for many days, and the voice had changed.

But the joy of seeing the woman he loved ultimately overcame his doubts, and he turned around to look at the woman at the door.

The young girl wore a veiled hat and stood gracefully.

Yan Huaiji was stunned. Not only had his voice changed, but he had also grown taller.

If he doesn't bring her back to the manor soon, he's afraid he'll miss out on her growing up.

Yan Huaiji was filled with mixed emotions.

"It's been a while since I last saw you, Miss. You've changed quite a bit compared to before," he said with a smile.

Cui Siwan found this strange.

Although she couldn't see the man's face clearly, Cui Siwan was confined by her stepmother and couldn't easily leave the house, so she knew very well that she couldn't possibly know such a young master.

"May I ask who you are, young master? I don't think I've seen you before," Cui Siwan asked, puzzled.

Yan Huaiji was startled, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

Even if they hadn't seen each other for a long time, she shouldn't have no impression of him at all.

“I used the alias Song Huaiji back then, and I met you a few times. We also exchanged letters several times afterward. Do you remember what I’m saying?” Yan Huaiji reminded her.

Cui Siwan couldn't help but frown. This person had been talking nonsense from the beginning and was probably not a good person.

She took a few steps back, then turned to leave.

Cui Siwan's reaction was completely different from what Yan Huaiji had expected. His bad premonition grew stronger, and seeing her about to run away, he felt something was wrong and raised his voice, "Stop her!"

The guards outside the door drew their swords and stood in front of Cui Siwan.

Cui Siwan could only stop in her tracks, exclaiming, "Who exactly are you? How dare you be so bold! Under the Emperor's nose, are you trying to abduct a woman?"

Yan Huaiji ignored her and strode forward, lifting Cui Siwan's veil.

Upon seeing Cui Siwan's face clearly, Yan Huaiji's pupils contracted slightly.

"Who are you?" he asked coldly, a sharp glint in his eyes.

Cui Siwan trembled. "Cui Siwan, daughter of Vice Minister Cui of the Ministry of Revenue."

Yan Huaiji retorted, "How could that be!"

"You came looking for me, don't you know who I am?" Cui Siwan said angrily, certain that Yan Huaiji was no good person.

Seeing the hatred and restraint in Cui Siwan's eyes, I knew she wasn't lying.

Yan Huaiji couldn't hide his shock and took a half step back.

"Someone, check it out for me!"

The deep voice carried a chilling coldness.