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

A terrifying and oppressive atmosphere permeated the entire Prince An's mansion. All the maids and servants in the mansion were on their guard, afraid of doing anything wrong and offending their master.

Logically speaking, the Prince An's mansion had been quite pleased with itself in the imperial court these past few days, and its servants were also quite imposing outside, with a festive atmosphere throughout the mansion.

Unfortunately, when His Highness Prince An returned today, he flew into a rage, and the head of the guards was dragged away and beaten with more than twenty strokes of the cane.

That was a close confidant of Prince An, yet he had not received the prince's forgiveness, let alone others!

Inside the Prince's study, Yan Huaiji sat upright at his desk, his face ashen.

Various documents and shards of teacups were scattered on the ground, and guards knelt all over the ground.

Yan Huaiji only calmed down after smashing almost everything he could.

Even if she isn't Cui Siwan, she shouldn't be, and certainly can't be, Lin Chuyun!

Thinking about how he had repeatedly ordered her to be killed, Yan Huaiji felt a chill run down his spine, penetrating to his very bones.

He couldn't imagine what he would do if she really died at his hands.

"Where is she now?" Yan Huaiji asked in a hoarse voice.

The guard below him lowered his head, wishing he could disappear from Yan Huaiji's sight, but he had no choice but to answer his question with a forced smile, "Miss Lin is recuperating at Baima Temple."

The White Horse Temple is located north of Beijing, and the round trip takes about two hours. It would be faster if you were on horseback.

The Third Prince kept a close eye on the Prince An's residence. Although reason told Yan Huaiji that he couldn't go, his heart longed to fly to the White Horse Temple immediately.

"Prepare the horses!" Yan Huaiji said coldly.

He had to go and take a look; what if he mistook someone else for someone else again?

The guard's pupils contracted slightly. "Where is Your Highness going?"

These words were inappropriate, but the guards didn't care.

As expected, the guard received a death stare from Yan Huaiji as soon as he finished speaking.

“An Er, this is not a question you should be asking.” Yan Huaiji’s tone was dangerous.

With An Yi absent, An Er is the leader. If he doesn't speak up, no one else will. He is loyal to Yan Huaiji, so how could he just stand by and watch him make a mistake?

“Your Highness, I dare not say more, but if you go to the White Horse Temple, the Third Prince will definitely make a move. If he takes advantage of your absence to do something underhanded, you will be in a passive position,” An Er advised.

Yan Huaiji snorted coldly, "Why would I be afraid of him!"

After saying that, he stood up and was about to leave.

“Your Highness is naturally not afraid of him, and we are willing to die for Your Highness. But Your Highness should also think about Miss Lin.” An Er was determined to stop Yan Huaiji. He was not afraid of death at all. At this time, he still dared to mention Chu Yun in front of Yan Huaiji.

Yan Huaiji looked at him coldly, and An Er felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

“Miss Lin is unaware of His Highness’s true identity. If His Highness were to suddenly appear before her, she would likely find it difficult to accept. We need to carefully consider how to persuade Miss Lin to accept His Highness’s identity,” An Er said, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

Yan Huaiji's body stiffened slightly.

How could he not understand these principles? It's just that being caught up in the situation, his concern made him confused.

Moreover, he felt that with his and Chu Yun's tacit understanding, she could understand his reasons for breaking off the engagement that day. As for the assassination attempt, he was confident that he could keep it a secret from Chu Yun for the rest of his life.

Yan Huaiji wasn't unperturbed; otherwise, he wouldn't have wanted to rush to Baima Temple in the middle of the night to see Chu Yun.

Now that An Er has revealed the truth so bluntly, Yan Huaiji can no longer deceive himself.

If he doesn't handle the annulment of the engagement well, he might really lose Chu Yun.

This made him hesitant to act rashly.

Yan Huaiji stopped in his tracks.

"Get out of here, all of you!" he roared.

The guards were trembling with fear and quickly left the study.

Yan Huaiji slumped into a chair, his brows and eyes icy, a deep worry flashing in his phoenix eyes.

Today's events were truly unexpected and extremely troublesome!

*

Yan Huaiji didn't get a good night's sleep, but Chu Yun rested very well and felt refreshed when she woke up this morning.

She arrived at Yan Jinyu's residence at the agreed time, where Yan Jinyu was already standing at the door with his sword, waiting for her.

Although the mask covered Yan Jinyu's face, it also added to his mysterious aura. A thin mist swirled around him, making his figure appear even more upright.

"Young Master Wang!" Chu Yun called softly.

Yan Jinyu had already seen her and nodded slightly at her.

Chu Yun stood in front of him and gave a slight curtsy. "Young Master Wang, you have taken the time to teach my daughter martial arts. It must be very tiring. This is just a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it."

As she spoke, Qingyuan and Qingying stepped forward, carrying boxes of various sizes.

Yan Jinyu looked down at Chu Yun in front of her. The girl bowed gracefully, revealing a section of her fair neck. From Yan Jinyu's perspective, all he could see were her long, curled eyelashes and her cheeks flushed, making her look beautiful and delicate.

In fact, Yan Jinyu regretted it after Chu Yun left yesterday. He shouldn't have made a rash decision to teach her martial arts.

He should stay away from her!

But words spoken are like water spilled, impossible to take back. Moreover, Yan Jinyu secretly did not want to leave a bad impression on Chu Yun.

Fine, let him indulge himself this once! Let him follow his heart.

After a fierce internal struggle, Yan Jinyu arrived as promised. Judging from his appearance alone, one could not tell what kind of psychological turmoil he had gone through.

"Thank you," Yan Jinyu said calmly.

Hearing that he was willing to accept the gift, Chu Yun couldn't help but smile.

"Send it in quickly," she said to Qingyuan and Qingying.

The two left carrying the gift box, leaving only Chu Yun and Yan Jinyu behind.

Chu Yun looked up at him, "Has the young master had breakfast yet?"

Yan Jinyu: "No."

"After our morning exercise, would you be willing to have lunch with me, young master?" Chu Yun asked tentatively, and fearing that Yan Jinyu would refuse, she quickly added, "It would be to express my gratitude for your guidance, young master."

She was a little embarrassed, lowered her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Yan Jinyu glanced at her and said in a low voice, "Okay."

Chu Yun looked up in disbelief, her eyes filled with undisguised shock and joy.

“Then it’s settled. What kind of food does the young master prefer? I’ll have someone prepare it in advance so that you can eat as soon as you finish your morning exercise. It won’t take up your time at all.” Her eyes sparkled as she asked.

Seeing how happy she was, Yan Jinyu's mood improved for no reason, and her voice softened considerably: "Ordinary food is fine, I don't have any dietary restrictions."

Chu Yun: "Okay."

As they were talking, Qingyuan and Qingying put their things away and came out.

Seeing that they had arrived, Chu Yun didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Yan Jinyu didn't speak first; he resumed his usual cold voice, "Let's go."

Having said that, he turned and walked away.

Chu Yun, Qing Yuan, and Qing Ying followed behind him.

Even in ordinary walking, he can create a feeling that is different from others.

He is handsome and has an extraordinary temperament.

Chu Yun lagged behind, staring intently at him.

Seeing Chu Yun like this, Qing Yuan couldn't help but nudge Qing Ying beside her with her shoulder, signaling her to look at Chu Yun.

Qingying glanced at her, knowing that Qingyuan was teasing Chuyun, and tapped her forehead, "You."

The two maids behind her were laughing hysterically, which Chu Yun could not help but notice. Seeing their smug laughter, she glared at the two sisters with a seemingly fierce look, "I'll deal with you when we get back!"

Then he stomped his feet and walked away quickly.