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

After Yan Huaiji and Yan Jinyu left, Chu Yun also left with Qingyuan and Qingying.

After struggling for a moment, Song Zhaoming followed behind Yan Jinyu and Yan Huaiji.

“Wang Feng, twenty years old, settled in Huaicheng thirteen years ago with his uncle and cousin. Later, his uncle and cousin died at the hands of bandits, and you also disappeared without a trace,” Yan Huaiji said, word by word.

"That's all I found out, but I have a feeling you're not that simple," Yan Huaiji said, his tone laced with danger.

Yan Jinyu's expression remained unchanged; she simply stared at him coldly.

Yan Huaiji wasn't annoyed and continued, "I don't care who you are, but Miss Lin is my person. You'd better stay away from her, or I won't let you get away with this."

Yan Jinyu scoffed, "Is Young Master Song that afraid of me?"

"Afraid?" Yan Huaiji raised an eyebrow.

"You're afraid Miss Lin likes me! Otherwise, you wouldn't have ridden here at breakneck speed, nor would you have bothered to investigate my background," Yan Jinyu said coldly.

Yan Huaiji's gaze darkened slightly. "You're just a commoner, you don't even dare to show your face. Miss Lin won't like you, and the Lin family won't look up to you. What do I have to be afraid of you for?"

Yan Jinyu: "Whether you're afraid or not is only known to you. Young Master Song's visit is ill-intentioned, and he doesn't seem to have any intention of communicating with me properly. I won't keep you company any longer."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Yan Huaiji stood there, his face turning completely cold.

"Remember my words, if you dare to approach her again, I will make you pay the price."

Yan Jinyu was completely unaffected by him and walked very steadily.

Yan Huaiji wished he could chase after this man and kill him right now, to see if he would dare to get so close to Chu Yun again.

Despite his lingering concerns, Yan Huaiji forced down his anger.

Both Yan Jinyu and Yan Huaiji were skilled in martial arts, so Song Zhaoming dared not get too close and hid far behind them. He could not hear what they were saying, but he could vaguely hear them mention Chu Yun.

His heart sank, and he hurriedly rushed to the courtyard.

*

Yan Huaiji's trip was to bring Master Jinghai to the palace, and everyone's eyes were on him. His unauthorized departure was already risky.

The accompanying team would arrive soon, and there were many things that needed his attention, so he did not immediately go to find Chu Yun.

Upon seeing that Yan Huaiji had already appeared at Baima Temple, Yan Jinyu hurriedly returned to Yun Rong's residence to discuss the follow-up matters with him.

“Yan Huaiji can’t wait any longer, it’s time for us to make our move.” Yun Rong frowned slightly.

Master Jinghai's reputation spread far and wide, and after he returned to Baima Temple, people came to visit him every day.

Once he leaves, everyone will receive the news.

In other words, as soon as Master Jinghai entered the palace, he would send a message to the world that the emperor was terminally ill.

At that time, the people will be filled with doubt and uncertainty, enemy countries will be eyeing them covetously, the court will be in turmoil, and everything will spiral out of control.

Emperor Qing'an had not yet settled matters of state and dared not let anyone know of his illness, so he could only send his trusted confidants to Baima Temple to seek medicine.

Yan Huaiji went to Baima Temple to invite Master Jinghai in a grand manner. Besides wanting to put on a show of filial piety in front of the world, he also wanted to force the neutral people in the court to take sides and make them no longer pretend to be stupid.

“At this moment, Yan Huaiji is riding high in the court, believing that the throne is in his hands. No matter how cunning he is, with such a great advantage, he will inevitably lower his guard and lose his sense of proportion. This is a good opportunity for us,” Yan Jinyu said.

“That’s right. At this moment, Yan Huaiji would never have imagined that anyone would want to oppose him. His actions today will surely chill Emperor Qing’an’s heart. Although the tiger is sick, it is still a tiger after all. He will certainly not mind teaching this son a lesson.” Yun Rong echoed.

"There's no time to lose, we can't delay any longer. Jinyu, send a message immediately and tell them to bring the witness back to the capital. We also need to make some moves on Jianzhi's side. You should also hurry back to the deposed crown prince's residence," Yunrong said.

Yan Jinyu: "Yes."

Yun Rong gave Yan Jinyu a deep look, "Take good care of yourself."

Yan Jinyu's eyes stung slightly.

"Go downstairs, Yan Huaiji will be here to see me soon," Yun Rong said.

"Take care," Yan Jinyu said.

"Let's go."

*

When Song Zhaoming returned to the courtyard, he seemed rather lost and dejected.

How could Yan Huaiji know Miss? Why did he suddenly appear? Does he intend to harm Miss again?

He was lost in thought and didn't even notice Qingyuan walking towards him.

Qingyuan patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, what's wrong with you? You're not even looking where you're going."

Song Zhaoming's body stiffened slightly, his eyes remained vacant, and he mumbled something unintelligible.

"What happened? Did you encounter a ghost?" Qingyuan asked, puzzled.

Song Zhaoming: "Where is Miss? I need to see Miss."

He wanted to tell Chu Yun that the person she met today was Yan Huaiji, and that he had ill intentions and wanted to kill her. She had to stay away from that person!

Qingyuan stopped her, saying, "Little ancestor, Miss is in a bad mood, so please don't make things worse. Let's talk about sparring with Young Master Wang later, okay?"

Young Master Wang is leaving. Not only will you not have a chance to exchange martial arts techniques with him, but it's also uncertain whether our young lady will ever see him again. At this time, you shouldn't rub salt into her wounds.

Song Zhaoming: "It's not about that. I have urgent business to discuss with Miss."

Qingyuan didn't believe her: "What urgent matter could you possibly have? Tell me first, and I'll go tell Miss."

Song Zhaoming's lips twitched, "I...I..."

"Look at you, you can't say anything now, can you? I knew you were lying to me. Listen to me, don't go, go back to your room." Qingyuan looked knowing.

Song Zhaoming was speechless. He then realized that he was just a servant of the Xie family. How could he have ever met Prince An!

Even if he told him, no one would believe him.

If things go wrong, your identity could be exposed, and you could end up in serious trouble.

In that case, there will be even less anyone who can help Chu Yun.

He can't say it, he can't say it!

Song Zhaoming lowered his eyes and stumbled away.

Qingyuan was puzzled. It was just that she couldn't spar with Young Master Wang. It wasn't a big deal, so why was Song Zhaoming so upset?

Chu Yun pretended to be heartbroken and stayed in her room. Everyone in the courtyard knew that their young lady was in a bad mood, so they didn't dare to be presumptuous.

Soon, news of Chu Yun's sadness and melancholy over Yan Jinyu reached the Prince An's residence.

*

On this day, there were movements from all sides.

His Highness Prince An personally welcomed Master Jinghai into the palace to treat Emperor Qing'an's illness, earning him great acclaim.

The third prince got drunk in the palace, babbling incoherently and cursing Prince An without any restraint.

Emperor Qing'an has regained consciousness after being treated by Master Jinghai, but he neither praised Prince An's filial piety nor punished the Third Prince for his nonsense.

Regardless of Emperor Qing'an's attitude, the stark contrast between the two princes has shifted everyone's opinion, prompting them to make their own calculations.

That night, many people visited the Prince An's residence late at night to show their sincerity and hope to gain favor with the future emperor.

Amidst the attention of the masses, Prince An personally visited Minister Xie's residence the following day.

Nobody knew what he was up to.