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

That was a long time ago.

So long ago, Yan Jinyu had almost forgotten.

For a long time after Empress Wang committed suicide, Yan Jinyu dared not sleep at all.

Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Empress Wang covered in blood.

Blood was everywhere, and the once dignified and composed Empress was now covered in blood, her former dignity gone.

Yan Jinyu's hands trembled as he picked up a handkerchief and pressed it against her neck, but he couldn't stop the gushing blood.

Blood stained the handkerchief. Empress Wang's mouth was open, she was in great pain. She wanted to say something, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't utter a single word.

The hand that had been resting on Yan Jinyu's face fell, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, Empress Wang stopped breathing completely.

The once pampered and privileged eldest daughter of the royal family, the Empress of Great Yan, died in the cold and desolate palace.

The sword she used to kill herself was the token of love that her husband had given her on their wedding night.

According to her husband, that sword accompanied him in battle and witnessed all his glory.

Today I marry her, and I wish to give her all my glory.

Unfortunately, this token of love, which she had wholeheartedly given to her husband, ultimately cost Empress Wang her life.

She was born into privilege, always surrounded by adulation and attention, but her life, as beautiful as silk, ended abruptly at the age of twenty-five.

Yan Jinyu personally closed Empress Wang's wide-open eyes, and specks of blood splattered on his face.

The warm, liquid sensation reminded him that he was still alive.

Later, the heartless emperor rushed over.

Yan Jinyu watched as the man embraced her mother, and tears welled up in her usually cold eyes.

If it weren't for Eunuch Wang holding him down, Yan Jinyu thought he would have held the sword to his so-called father's throat and questioned him about his cruelty, demanding that he pay for his mother's life.

Yan Jinyu would never forget the scene of Empress Wang sitting in front of her dressing table, carefully arranging her hair before she committed suicide.

He would never forget the last words the Empress Wang spoke to him with a smile as she turned her head.

"My son, you must live well and clear the Wang family's name."

Yan Jinyu still remembers nodding to her and vowing to clear the name of the Wang family, after which Empress Wang showed her first smile since entering the Cold Palace.

To clear the Wang family's name was Empress Wang's final instruction to Yan Jinyu.

He stood there, a chill running down his spine. He felt the vastness of the world, yet he could not escape it and was destined to die from hatred.

For a moment, I felt a chill run through my bones.

"Your Highness, please reconsider!" the eunuch pleaded.

The others echoed, "Your Highness, please reconsider!"

The sword in Yan Jinyu's hand fell to the ground.

At that moment, he knew he couldn't leave.

He could only feel indebted to Yu Chuyun.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have confessed my feelings to her yesterday.

I shouldn't have agreed to take her away.

*

Deep in the courtyard, the faint lamp burned from midnight until dawn without being blown out.

The open window remained closed all night.

The person sitting on the bed waiting didn't close their eyes all night.

When the maid on night watch woke up, she found her mistress dressed neatly and sitting quietly by the bed, her eyes fixed on the window that had been opened at some point, as if she had lost her soul.

The maid was shocked.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

The young lady sitting on the edge of the bed did not speak.

No matter what the maid said, she remained silent.

The maid was terrified and hurriedly ran out to look for Qingyuan and Qingying.

Stepping out of the room, I found the entire courtyard eerily quiet.

Upon entering Qingyuan and Qingying's room, the two, who were usually early risers, were still fast asleep.

The maid hurriedly woke the two of them, and silently shed tears.

When Qingying woke up, she felt dizzy and looked at the sun outside. She realized that it was long past her shift time.

The little maid was crying and sobbing, unable to speak clearly, only muttering something like "Miss, Miss".

Qingying was startled and grabbed Qingyuan, who was completely disoriented, and rushed towards Chuyun's room.

As soon as I entered, I saw Chu Yun looking dazed and confused.

Qingying's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly jumped into her throat.

She cautiously approached Chu Yun's side. "Miss, what's wrong?"

Chu Yun blinked repeatedly without saying a word.

Qingying caught a glimpse of a bundle at Chuyun's feet, and her pupils contracted slightly.

She picked up the bundle and opened it, revealing a stack of silver notes and some gold and silver jewelry inside.

His legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

Qingyuan was completely bewildered. Seeing Chuyun looking lost and Qingying looking shocked, she couldn't help but feel anxious.

"What on earth happened? How did one or two of them end up like this?"

Outside the door, the manager arrived in a hurry.

"Miss, His Highness Prince An wishes to see you."

Upon hearing this, Qingying quickly crumpled the bundle in her hands into a ball and stuffed it under the bed.

"Please wait a moment while I finish applying makeup for the young lady."

"Prince An has summoned you, and there is no time to lose. Please hurry, Miss," the steward said at the door.

"Understood, I'll go right away," Chu Yun, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

“Miss!” Qingying called out.

Chu Yun: "You wait here, I'll be right back."

After saying that, Chu Yun supported herself on the bed with her hands, slowly stood up, and walked out of the room.

She was like a wandering soul, not knowing where she would drift off to.

*

In the hall, Yan Huaiji sat at the head of the table, quietly watching Chu Yun walk towards him step by step.

Her eyes were dark and her makeup was a bit messy. Her brand-new clothes were wrinkled from sitting for a long time.

From her haggard face and empty eyes, it was easy to see that she seemed to have not rested well and was preoccupied with worries.

Yan Huaiji felt both heartache and uncontrollable anger.

"Are you disappointed that you didn't see him?"

Chu Yun and Yan Huaiji both knew perfectly well who "he" referred to.

Chu Yun, whose eyes had been unfocused and lifeless, suddenly raised them and looked straight at Yan Huaiji.

"What did you do to him?"

She asked in a trembling voice.

Only when that man was mentioned would the woman in front of her show any emotion and look at him properly.

Yan Huaiji found it both laughable and absurd.

Is he, the dignified Prince An, inferior to that penniless good-for-nothing?

"What do you think I did?" Yan Huaiji asked coldly.

Thinking of the prince's methods, Chu Yun's body trembled involuntarily, "You...you killed him?"

Deep hatred and fear flashed in her eyes, becoming the only intense color on her pale face.

It was this color that allowed Yan Huaiji to feel that she was still alive, rather than a skeleton.

“I didn’t kill him, but he was intimidated by my presence and dared not come to see you. Lin Chuyun, the person you like is nothing more than this, greedy for life, afraid of death, selfish and cowardly.”

Yan Huaiji also wanted to kill Yan Jinyu, but he knew that once he did, Chu Yun would never forget that person and would hate him for the rest of her life.

This is not what he wants to see.

His desire to win Chu Yun's heart and his pride prevented him from killing Yan Jinyu, but he could destroy Yan Jinyu's image in Chu Yun's heart.

This made him feel even better than killing Yan Jinyu.