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

"Alright, you should go and rest now," Emperor Qing'an said, waving his hand.

Yan Jinyu: "Yes."

Watching Yan Jinyu's departing figure, Emperor Qing'an said to Eunuch Gao beside him, "I can't see through this child."

Yan Jinyu kept his eyes down and lowered his gaze as soon as he entered the hall. His eyes were calm and unwavering, devoid of desire. Emperor Qing'an prided himself on his discerning eye, but he could not see through Yan Jinyu.

“Your Highness is of noble status, incomparable to ordinary people. Even His Majesty cannot understand Your Highness, so this old servant understands even less.” Eunuch Gao’s face appeared normal, but his palms were actually sweating profusely.

"I didn't expect you to say anything. He's no simple man," Emperor Qing'an said meaningfully.

When Emperor Qing'an arranged for Yan Jinyu to stay in a side hall of his own palace, the news sent shockwaves through the court once again.

With Prince An imprisoned in his residence, many people were already restless as His Majesty welcomed Yan Jinyu back to the palace at this juncture. Now that Emperor Qing'an was treating him so specially, some people's thoughts began to stir.

*

As soon as Yan Jinyu stepped out of the bedroom, she saw Yan Huaiji standing quietly by the door.

The once arrogant and aloof Prince An has now shed his pride and is in a rather disheveled state.

His eyes were dark and bloodshot, suggesting that these past three days had been an eternity for him, with him unable to sleep at night.

“Brother.” Yan Huaiji also looked at Yan Jinyu, who was dressed in white.

Yan Jinyu nodded slightly, without asking any further questions.

This was not the place for pleasantries. Soon, a young eunuch came out and said to Yan Huaiji, "Your Highness, His Majesty summons you."

“Father has summoned me, so I will depart now,” Yan Huaiji said.

"Please," Yan Jinyu said calmly, taking a step and walking away.

Yan Huaiji glanced at him sideways and left in the opposite direction.

Upon entering the palace, Yan Huaiji quickly went to Emperor Qing'an's bedside.

"Father, I pay my respects to you." Yan Huaiji knelt down and kowtowed heavily.

Emperor Qing'an snorted coldly.

"Do you still have me as your father? What, you think you can take my place just because I'm sick?" Emperor Qing'an said angrily.

That's incredibly hurtful.

Yan Huaiji suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with bewilderment, and said loudly, "Your subject dares not."

"I wouldn't dare, but I see there's nothing you wouldn't dare to do." Emperor Qing'an smashed the teacup beside him, which hit Yan Huaiji's forehead. Blood flowed out instantly, and tea mixed with blood flowed down his face.

Yan Huaiji endured the pain and remained motionless.

“Forming cliques for personal gain, currying favor with court officials, fighting to the death with the Third Prince, and making a mess of my court—is this what you mean by ‘not daring’?” Emperor Qing’an said in a deep voice.

He threw a booklet at Yan Huaiji's feet.

"See for yourself."

Yan Huaiji picked up the booklet and opened it to read.

The booklet records the crimes committed by the Chiang family over the years, each one clearly remembered. The Chiang family's crimes are so heinous that they are intolerable to Heaven and Earth.

In addition to these, the booklet also records evidence of Yan Huaiji's secret planting of cronies over the years, with almost no omissions, and the earliest of this evidence dates back seven years.

Emperor Qing'an had been monitoring and suspecting him for the past seven years.

Yan Huaiji was drenched in cold sweat. He had no way to refute these statements and could only kowtow to the ground.

"Second Prince, I am very disappointed in you," said Emperor Qing'an.

Yan Huaiji's heart sank to the bottom.

"You should be glad that you didn't know anything about the Jiang family's affairs, otherwise, I wouldn't have let you off so easily."

"I'm leaving Liangzhou to you. You'll be going to your fiefdom in half a month," Emperor Qing'an said.

Liangzhou, located in the far west of the Great Yan, bordered foreign tribes and was frequently invaded by border regions. It was also mostly saline-alkali land, making agriculture undeveloped and a very desolate place.

His father was truly ruthless to make Liangzhou his fiefdom.

Yan Huaiji looked at Emperor Qing'an in disbelief, "Father, do you really have to treat your son like this?"

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't seize it. Your biological father is bedridden, yet you show no filial piety and only think about vying for power!" Emperor Qing'an raised his voice.

"Father's illness isn't real, is it? What's the purpose? Is it to test me, to test the third prince? Or is it to deal with the Jiang family? Father knew the Jiang family had ulterior motives all along, yet he kept them alive, probably so that he could completely bring down the Jiang family and your son today." Yan Huaiji suddenly realized.

He had lost today, defeated by his father's suspicion and methods, and he was completely convinced of his defeat.

"Father, aren't you afraid of being betrayed and abandoned by everyone in the future by scheming against people's hearts like this? You don't trust me, and you don't trust the third prince, so do you still trust Yan Jinyu, who forced his birth mother to death and slaughtered his maternal clan?" Yan Huaiji questioned loudly, like a trapped beast, letting out a desperate roar.

"You unfilial son, you unfilial son!" Emperor Qing'an roared, slamming his fist on the bedside.

"roll!"

Yan Huaiji's eyes were icy cold as he said, word by word, "Your subject obeys."

"Your subject kowtows to Your Majesty." He kowtowed three times on the ground, each time more forceful than the last, until bloodstains appeared on the ground.

After Yan Huaiji left, Emperor Qing'an seemed to have lost all his strength and lay on his back on the bed.

Behind the screen in the sleeping quarters, Yan Jinyu stood quietly, gazing at her father, the emperor.

After Yan Huaiji entered the bedchamber, Eunuch Gao blocked Yan Jinyu's path and led him through a hidden door to behind a screen in the bedchamber.

Yan Jinyu heard the entire conversation between Emperor Qing'an and Yan Huaiji.

It's easy to imagine that the Jiang family had been operating in the Great Yan for nearly a century, with influence spreading throughout the Great Yan and deep roots in the capital.

Even if he, Yun Rong, and Jian Zhi had planned for many years, it would have been impossible to overthrow such a behemoth in just three days.

But if there's someone pulling the strings behind the scenes, then everything makes sense.

Emperor Qing'an was the emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty. He wanted the Jiang family to be destroyed, but how could the Jiang family possibly survive?

This illness was likely just a tactic used by Emperor Qing'an to purge the court and suppress the power of Yan Huaiji and the Third Prince.

Yan Jinyu thought that even without their revenge, Emperor Qing'an would have killed the entire Jiang family. Their appearance had simply given Emperor Qing'an a little convenience.

He and Yun Rong wanted to use Emperor Qing'an's power to take revenge, but they accidentally stumbled into Emperor Qing'an's scheme.

His father, the emperor, was truly a man of deep thoughts.

"Jinyu, come out."

It was the voice of Emperor Qing'an.

*

The power struggles in the imperial court had not yet affected the Xie family's backyard.

Chu Yun appeared normal these past few days, but in reality, she wept every night, her pillow soaked with tears.

Qingyuan and Qingying saw this and felt a pang of heartache, but they dared not mention that young master Wang in front of Chuyun.

Chu Yun had been copying books at her desk for an hour.

"Miss, take a break. You've been copying for too long. Your wrists will hurt if you keep going," Qingying advised.

Miss Wang transcribed Buddhist scriptures and prayed for the young master Wang every day with all her heart. But what about the young master Wang? Even though Prince An was under house arrest and could no longer threaten him, he was still timid and dared not come to see Miss Wang.

Chu Yun smiled at her, put down her pen, and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

She accepted the tea that Qingying offered.

"Miss, hurry, hurry to the front hall to receive the imperial decree!" Qingyuan suddenly rushed in.

"Slow down, what's wrong?" Qingying asked.

Qingyuan gasped for breath, "It's said to be an imperial decree bestowing a marriage upon Miss."