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

Chu Yun forced a smile: "You don't need to look at me like that. What kind of person is Prince An? There's nothing he can't get. Besides, Prince An might not even like me. Why should I drag him down with me?"

"I have already explained to my maternal grandmother and uncle that His Highness Prince An and I are in love and I am willing to marry him. You must not give anything away in front of outsiders."

"I just... wanted to say goodbye to him properly."

Qingyuan: "Miss, don't you think about yourself? What if... what if Young Master Wang also likes you? Why don't you give it a try? We still have three days, we can still think of a way."

Chu Yun gently shook her head, "No."

She tore the letter in her hand to shreds. "There's no need to send the letter. Prince An is determined to marry me. I'm afraid this letter won't get through. You may all leave. I'm tired and want to rest for a while."

Chu Yun's eyes were red and her face was haggard. Qing Yuan felt sorry for her when she saw her so disheartened. She wanted to say something more, but Qing Ying pulled her back.

"Stop talking, let's go." Qingying whispered, then forcefully pulled Qingyuan away.

As they walked to the corridor, Qingyuan pulled away from Qingying's hand. "Why did you drag me out here?"

“Miss is already heartbroken enough, so please don’t mention Prince Wang in front of her. Who do you think we’re standing in front of? Prince An, if we really go against his wishes, what good will happen to Miss? Miss has already made up her mind not to involve Prince Wang, so all we can do is support her,” Qingying said.

Qingyuan's eyes were filled with tears. "It's all because of that Prince An. He disliked Miss and wanted to break off the engagement, causing Miss to lose face. Now he wants to force Miss to marry him, preventing Miss from being with Prince Wang. What did our Miss owe him? Why does he have to treat our Miss like this?"

"Are you out of your mind!" Qingying's pupils contracted slightly, and she said sternly, "Don't say that again! Do you hear me?"

Qingyuan lowered her eyes, realizing she had spoken out of turn. "I know."

"Remember, we are Miss's people. We must be careful with our words and actions. If we are not careful, we will implicate Miss." Qingying's voice was deep.

Qingyuan nodded through her tears.

Inside the room, after the two maids left, Chu Yun went to her desk, picked up her pen and wrote a letter, then tucked it into a stack of papers.

After doing all this, she took off her shoes and socks, lay down on the bed, covered herself with the blanket, and sobbed softly.

When Qingyuan and Qingying entered the room to call Chuyun for her meal, they opened the quilt and saw that her face was covered with tears.

The two young maids looked on with deep sorrow.

They had just been taken in for questioning by Madam Xie. Remembering Chu Yun's instructions, they could only speak well of Prince An in front of the old lady and lie to their conscience, saying that Chu Yun liked Prince An.

The old man was finally relieved, and Chu Yun's uncle and aunt were also completely at ease.

Everyone was relieved, except for their young lady, who was not as happy as she had hoped.

They were just outsiders, and they felt stifled and uncomfortable when they said those things against their conscience. How much more heartbroken must the young lady, who was directly involved, be?

While Qingyuan and Qingying were secretly shedding tears, Chuyun on the bed slowly woke up.

"You've arrived," Chu Yun said in a hoarse voice.

"Miss, you're awake. You've been asleep for so long, you must be hungry. Shall we serve you some food?" Qingying was the first to react, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes and asking with concern.

"Serve the meal," Chu Yun said.

Qingyuan helped her sit up.

Chu Yun glanced at the sky outside and murmured, "It's already so dark. Today will be over soon."

These words inexplicably evoke sadness.

Yes, after today, there are only two days left.

"By the way, we came back in a hurry and didn't get to take care of many things. Uncle Li and the others have protected me for so long, they've really worked hard. Take some silver and give it to them. Also, I've looked at the book that Song Zhaoming copied, and there are a few typos in it. I'll ask him to come over tomorrow and I'll explain it to him personally." Chu Yun said to Qingying.

“These things are easy to handle. I’ll just send the reward money to Guard Li and the others. As for Song Zhaoming, I’ll just find a tutor to teach him to recognize the wrong characters. You don’t need to worry about these trivial matters,” Qingying advised.

"My mind is in turmoil, so I need to find something to do to ease my mind," Chu Yun explained, her tone dejected.

"Okay, I'll go take care of these things now. Qingyuan, you take care of Miss's meal." Qingying's nose tingled, and her voice was trembling with tears.

"Don't be sad. Your face will look bad if you cry." Chu Yun said softly.

Under the lamplight, her features appeared even more ethereal.

At this moment, she is like that single lamp, bright but unsure how long it can burn.

*

next day

Song Zhaoming appeared in Chu Yun's room.

After just one day apart, Chu Yun seemed to have become much more haggard. When Song Zhaoming saw the weakness in her eyes and brows, and the paleness of her lips, his heart tightened.

"I called you here today for two reasons. First, I need you to take this silver back and give it to Uncle Li so that he can distribute it among the guards."

Secondly, regarding the book you copied last time, I've circled all the words you copied incorrectly. Go back and carefully compare them, then copy the correct words, and write each word ten times as punishment." Chu Yun finished speaking and coughed a few times.

Song Zhaoming frowned slightly.

"Qingying, I feel a bit tightness in my chest. Go get me a pill," Chu Yun instructed.

Qingying went to the inner room to get the medicine and searched through the box, but couldn't find it.

"Qingyuan, where did you put the medicine yesterday? I can't find it." Qingying's voice came.

Chu Yun looked at Qing Yuan, "Go and help her look for it."

Qingyuan: "Yes."

After they left, there was no one else in the room except for two second-class maids standing at the door.

Chu Yun coughed heavily and said, "Song Zhaoming, pour me a glass of water."

Song Zhaoming quickly poured a glass of water and placed it on the table in front of Chu Yun.

He lowered his head, preparing to leave.

"and many more."

Suddenly, Song Zhaoming heard Chu Yun say something in a low voice, and he stopped in his tracks.

"There's a letter tucked inside the handwritten paper. Please deliver it to Young Master Wang at Baima Temple," Chu Yun pleaded.

As they got closer, Chu Yun's swollen eyes became even clearer.

Seeing her hesitate and look sickly, Song Zhaoming felt a dryness in his throat and a surge of pain in his chest.

How could he bear to refuse her pleading like that?

“Okay,” Song Zhaoming said in a hoarse voice.

As they were talking, Qingyuan and Qingying returned.

Song Zhaoming quickly retreated.

"Have you found the medicine?" Chu Yun asked softly.

"It was my fault. I put the medicine in another place, but I clearly remember putting it back in its original place yesterday," Qingyuan said.

"Perhaps you've been too busy to remember," Qingying said.

"Alright, it's good that you found it. Give me the medicine now," Chu Yun said.

Qingying handed the medicine to Chuyun.

After Chu Yun swallowed the water, she looked at Song Zhaoming and said, "You should go back now. I order you to copy it today and hand it in to me tomorrow. Don't be lazy."

Only Song Zhaoming understood the deeper meaning behind the words.

Song Zhaoming said in a low voice, "Yes."

After saying that, he raised his eyes, gave Chu Yun a deep look, and then stepped back.