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

Yan Huaiji stared intently at Yan Jinyu, a cold smile playing on his lips, a hint of wickedness hidden within the otherwise emotionless grin.

Yan Jinyu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar the moment those two words appeared, as fear and shock washed over him like a tidal wave.

His fists clenched tightly in his sleeves; he didn't even dare to look up, lest he see Chu Yun's disappointed and hateful gaze.

Chu Yun was naturally incredulous, her gaze shifting between Yan Jinyu and Yan Huaiji.

"How could this be?" she murmured, her steps faltering. If Wang Jian hadn't stepped forward to support her, she might have fallen.

Wang Jianzhi frowned, completely bewildered by what he heard, but judging from the reactions of the others, he knew the situation was not good.

Yan Jinyu remained silent, but Yan Huaiji wouldn't tolerate it. "What? Does Your Highness Prince Chen dare to do something but not take responsibility?"

His cold gaze was fixed on Yan Jinyu.

With no way to avoid it, Yan Jinyu finally looked up at him, her eyes glancing at Chu Yun's pale face, and she felt another pang of heartache.

"What is Prince An saying? I don't understand," Yan Jinyu said, trying to remain calm and composed.

Yan Huaiji raised an eyebrow. "So you're unwilling to admit it?"

Yan Jinyu: "What do I need to admit?"

"Naturally, it's your despicable act of using Wang Yu's name to deceive Lady Zhongyong's true feelings," Yan Huaiji said.

These words naturally stirred up a pool of spring water. Wang Jianzhi's eyes widened in shock, while Chu Yun's body trembled uncontrollably.

"What a joke! I have been imprisoned in the palace for fifteen years. How could I possibly be some kind of royal jade!" Yan Jinyu denied it outright.

"This inevitably leads to your second crime—disobeying the imperial decree and fleeing the mansion!" Yan Huaiji suddenly raised his voice.

"Absurd! If you want to find fault, you can always find a reason." Yan Jinyu retorted.

He could not admit that he was Wang Yu, at least not on the surface. Otherwise, he could not bear the crime of deceiving the emperor.

Moreover, there's Chu Yun. He doesn't want Chu Yun to hate him. Once Chu Yun finds out his identity and that he's been lying to her all along, it will all be over between them.

Yan Huaiji smiled.

"If you won't admit it, I have plenty of ways to make you reveal your true colors!"

As he spoke, he picked up the sword in his hand and threw it at Yan Jinyu's feet.

“I’ve exchanged a few blows with Wang Yu before, and I still remember his swordsmanship. You say you’re not Wang Yu? Why don’t you try and see!” Yan Huaiji said, drawing his soft sword from his waist as he spoke.

The soft sword was extremely sharp, wrapped around his waist like a silver snake, and when fully extended, it was several inches longer than an ordinary sword.

Yan Huaiji raised his soft sword, pointing it directly at Yan Jinyu.

"Do you dare to fight me?"

Yan Jinyu remained unmoved, meeting his gaze with silence.

"Pick up the sword!" Yan Huaiji said coldly.

Seeing that Yan Jinyu still didn't move, Yan Huaiji angrily said, "Pick up the sword! You coward!"

No matter how much he roared, Yan Jinyu acted as if he didn't exist, and simply said, "Prince An is drunk, please go back!"

Yan Huaiji laughed angrily, "How could a coward like you be worthy of her? I told you back then that you were not worthy of competing with me for her. Now look, you really are not worthy!"

Since Yan Jinyu isn't making a move, then we'll force him to!

Yan Huaiji pushed off with his feet, leaping forward, his sword tip aimed at Yan Jinyu.

He was quick, but someone was even faster than him.

In a flash, Chu Yun actually shook off Wang Jianzhi's hand, rushed out, and stood in front of Yan Jinyu.

Wang Jianzhi realized what was happening and tried to grab her again, but he missed.

He watched Chu Yun rush out, his heart trembling, "No!"

When Yan Huaiji saw Chu Yun, his pupils contracted slightly, and his sword tip spun around, veering to the side.

The sword he thrust out was broken, and Yan Huaiji suffered a backlash. He staggered a few steps before regaining his balance, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and a dull ache in his internal organs.

But none of these things were as painful as seeing Chu Yun hug Yan Jinyu and shield him from the sword with her body.

He gripped his sword, his eyes reddening, staring intently at the two people embracing each other.

Of all those present, Yan Jinyu was the most shocked.

He didn't care about Yan Huaiji's provocations and threats, and he could have easily dodged that sword strike.

Yan Huaiji kept provoking him, trying to force him to take action, but he couldn't produce any evidence to prove that he was Wang Yu. His constant verbal provocations showed that it was all just Yan Huaiji's speculation, and he didn't have any irrefutable evidence to identify him as Wang Yu.

Therefore, he was confident of victory, neither avoiding nor dodging, and believed he had the whole situation under control.

But he had calculated everything, yet he overlooked the variable of Chu Yun.

When the little girl crashed into his arms, clinging tightly to his waist to shield him from Yan Huaiji's thrusting sword, Yan Jinyu felt the thread of reason in his mind snap completely!

She was so scared and so weak, yet she was willing to risk her life to protect him.

Yan Jinyu was filled with complicated emotions and could no longer hold back. He hugged Chu Yun tightly in front of him, wishing he could meld her into his very bones and never be separated from her in this life.

He didn't care about Wang Jianzhi's exclamation or Yan Huaiji's angry glare; he only wished to hold Chu Yun and stay with her until the end of time.

Chu Yun buried her head in Yan Jinyu's arms, trembling all over.

She stiffened when she felt Yan Jinyu's embrace.

After waiting for a long time without feeling the pain she had imagined, Chu Yun slowly raised her head and unexpectedly met Yan Jinyu's complex and turbulent gaze.

Those were such familiar eyes!

She had seen it countless times—its angry look, its indifferent look, its gentle look—all etched in Chu Yun's mind. How could she possibly forget?

It's a pity that we'll hardly see them again.

"Don't be afraid!" Yan Jinyu quickly reassured Chu Yun when he saw her looking at him.

Before he could even smile, Yan Jinyu watched as Chu Yun quickly lowered her eyes and pushed him away.

She used a lot of force, and Yan Jinyu did not expect her to let go of her, so she broke free for a moment.

Then, Yan Jinyu saw Chu Yun take a few steps back and kneel in front of her.

"It was I who offended you, Your Highness Prince Chen, please forgive me."

"Your Majesty, I am your subject" and "Your Highness Prince Chen"—these self-references and terms of address used by Chu Yun created an insurmountable chasm between them.

In that instant, Yan Jinyu understood that Chu Yun was drawing a line between herself and him, and was also reminding him not to give others a reason to criticize her.

It felt like someone had poured a bucket of cold water over me from head to toe; the chill permeated my entire body, and my skin and bones ached!

Yan Jinyu knew that Chu Yun had already guessed his identity, otherwise she wouldn't have rushed out.

But she refused to acknowledge him.

When he vehemently denied being Wang Yu, was she in just as much pain?

The pain was so intense that every breath he exhaled felt like it carried a knife, flowing down his throat and into his lungs, slowly tearing his flesh apart.

Ah Yun, what am I going to do with you?

How did we become like this?

Yan Jinyu said in a trembling voice, "It's alright, you can get up."

He reached out to her, wanting to help her up.

Chu Yun stared at Yan Jinyu's outstretched hand, hesitating to make a move, silently refusing.