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

After a series of instructions, Chu Yun didn't make any progress; instead, both of them broke out in a light sweat.

As soon as they stopped moving, Yan Jinyu released Chu Yun's hand. Chu Yun hurriedly walked forward, while Yan Jinyu retreated on his own.

"Thank you, young master!" Chu Yun turned around and curtsied.

Yan Jinyu also bowed, "I apologize for the inconvenience."

The two bowed together, and when they looked up, they were both a little stunned. After realizing what had happened, they returned the bow together.

Qingyuan and Qingying, who were standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh.

Chu Yun lowered her eyes shyly, and Yan Jinyu coughed lightly, "Miss Lin, there's no need for such formality, please rise."

Chu Yun said softly, "Okay."

"Miss and Young Master, you've both worked hard. Breakfast is ready. I see you two are tired and should rest." When Qingying rushed back to the open space, the food would be ready soon. Going back now would allow her to have a hot breakfast on the way.

Chu Yun looked at Yan Jinyu, "Young Master, would you like to have a meal?"

Yan Jinyu glanced at the beads of sweat on Chu Yun's nose and her flushed face, her eyes flickered slightly, and she nodded, saying, "Okay."

The group returned to the main hall of the courtyard.

Breakfast was already laid out, and Chu Yun and Yan Jinyu took their seats, with Qing Yuan and Qing Ying serving them.

Yan Jinyu's gaze swept across the breakfast on the table, and when she caught sight of a few very familiar side dishes, her eyes darkened.

He hadn't tasted the flavors of Huaicheng for a long time.

I still remember that in the past, his mother lived in the deep palace for a long time. Whenever she missed her hometown, she would order the imperial kitchen to prepare a table full of Huaicheng dishes to send her longing from afar.

Later, Yun Rong rescued him from the deposed crown prince's residence and took him and Pei Jianzhi to hide in Huai City.

Huaicheng, he hadn't been back for a long time, and hadn't eaten the food there for a long time either.

Memories flooded back, causing Yan Jinyu a touch of melancholy. He looked earnestly at Chu Yun, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness!"

Chu Yun smiled in response, "I'm glad you like it, young master."

The meal was appropriate for both the host and guests.

Before leaving, Chu Yun personally brought Yan Jinyu a box of pastries, asking him to take them back and enjoy them. Yan Jinyu did not refuse.

As Yan Jinyu walked back to her room with the food box in her hand, her heart softened again and again.

Is this what it feels like to be cared for and loved?

He couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile, a rare occurrence for him.

Over the next few days, Chu Yun and Yan Jinyu practiced their boxing under the peach tree every day. After finishing their practice, they would rush back to the courtyard for a meal. The two became more and more in sync, and their interactions became more natural.

That day, Chu Yun was about to go practice her boxing when Song Zhaoming suddenly stood at the courtyard gate and stared straight at her.

"Zhaoming, is there something you need?" Chu Yun asked.

Looking at Chu Yun's beautiful face, Song Zhaoming felt a pang of sadness.

In the past few days, he and Chu Yun had only met up close once, under the pretext of delivering a handwritten book. The rest of the time, Chu Yun either practiced boxing with Yan Jinyu, ate with Yan Jinyu, or prepared snacks and treats for Yan Jinyu.

She put her heart into everything she did, and in her spare time, she was making sword tassels for Yan Jinyu.

Song Zhaoming was so jealous that he couldn't help but stop Chu Yun today.

“Miss, I would like to practice boxing with you,” Song Zhaoming pleaded.

Chu Yun asked in confusion, "Why?"

“Young Master Wang is highly skilled in martial arts; I would like to spar with him,” Song Zhaoming explained.

The reasoning made sense, but Chu Yun was still somewhat troubled.

"I haven't explained to Young Master Wang yet, so it might not be appropriate to take you there rashly. How about I ask Young Master Wang first and then give you an answer?" Chu Yun tried to discuss it with Song Zhaoming.

Actually, there was more than one reason. One was that she was afraid Yan Jinyu would mind, but Chu Yun had something important to give Yan Jinyu today and didn't want Song Zhaoming to see it.

Qingyuan and Qingying were her personal maids, so it wouldn't matter if they saw her, but Chu Yun would feel embarrassed if Song Zhaoming saw her.

Qingyuan knew Chuyun's predicament. Seeing Song Zhaoming with his head down, clearly sulking, she moved closer to him and whispered, "It would be impolite to take you there like this. Don't act like a child."

Song Zhaoming said defiantly, "I'm not a child."

Qingyuan choked, furious.

Seeing that it was getting late and there was no time to waste, Chu Yun called Qing Yuan back and said in a low voice to Song Zhaoming, "Song Zhaoming, listen to me and go back quickly."

Seeing that Chu Yun was showing signs of anger, Song Zhaoming felt even more aggrieved.

Just to see that person and not make him angry, she spoke coldly to him. How biased!

Song Zhaoming stood still, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, endured it again and again, and took a few steps to the side.

The sadness in his eyes made Chu Yun feel a little sorry for him. "Don't worry, I will persuade Young Master Wang to take you next time."

He just kept his head down and didn't say anything.

Chu Yun had no choice but to leave.

After the three of them had walked away, Song Zhaoming finally raised his eyes and quietly watched Chu Yun's departing figure, his gaze dark and brooding.

*

Chu Yun arrived under the peach tree but did not see Yan Jinyu, which puzzled her.

He always arrives on time, why is he late today?

Chu Yun sat at the stone table, waiting silently.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Yan Jinyu finally arrived.

"Young Master Wang, you've arrived!" Chu Yun stood up to greet him.

"I'm sorry, something held me up," Yan Jinyu explained, her breathing still unsteady from running so fast.

"What happened?" Chu Yun asked, her eyes filled with concern for Yan Jinyu.

Yan Jinyu pursed her lips and fell silent.

"Young master, are you facing some difficulties? Could you tell me? Perhaps I can help you," Chu Yun asked tentatively.

Yan Jinyu thought to himself: No one can help him with this.

He looked up at Chu Yun and said apologetically, "Miss Lin, I have something to attend to at home and need to rush back to Huaicheng. After today, I'm afraid I won't be able to continue supervising your boxing practice."

Chu Yun was taken aback.

"Fortunately, Miss Lin has already mastered the boxing technique quite well. As long as she persists, she will definitely see results," Yan Jinyu added.

Chu Yun forced a smile. "When will you depart, young master? When will you be back?"

Yan Jinyu couldn't bear to meet those sorrowful eyes. He lowered his eyelids and whispered, "I don't know."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Jinyu saw Chu Yun suddenly clench the handkerchief in her hand, her fingers trembling.

He opened his lips, but ultimately said nothing.

Chu Yun spoke first, and although her voice was trembling with tears, she did not lose her composure.

"In that case, I wish you a safe and successful journey, young master." Chu Yun gave a slight curtsy.

"Qingying." She called Qingying over, took the box from Qingying's hands, opened it, and presented it to Yan Jinyu. "This sword tassel is for you, young master. I hope you will return safely."

The sword tassel is exquisite, adorned with translucent jade and made of the finest silk thread.

Several times, when Yan Jinyu arrived, he saw her sitting quietly at the stone table, doing something in her hands, which she would put away as soon as she saw him.

It must be this sword tassel.

Yan Jinyu felt a slight sting in her eyes and said in a deep voice, "Thank you, Miss Lin."

Chu Yun: "Let me tie it for you, young master. I hope this sword tassel will accompany you and protect you."

Yan Jinyu took the sword from his waist and handed it to Chu Yun.

Chu Yun fastened the sword tassel and handed the sword back to Yan Jinyu. Yan Jinyu went to take it, but she held onto the sword tightly and refused to let go.

The intense reluctance in her eyes burned Yan Jinyu's heart, stung Song Zhaoming who was hiding to the side, and further ignited the anger of Yan Huaiji who had rushed over.

The horse's neighing startled Chu Yun and Yan Jinyu. The two turned to look and met Yan Huaiji's reddened eyes from the horse's back.