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

Yesterday's wedding was a complete mess. Although Song Zhaoming was secretly pleased, he was also very worried about Chu Yun.

However, he was a dowry servant in the Marquis's mansion, and being unfamiliar with the place, it was very inconvenient for him to inquire about information. In addition, the Marquis's mansion had strict rules, and servants were not allowed to move around at will. As a result, Song Zhaoming knew nothing about Chu Yun's situation.

He tossed and turned all night, only to be brought before Chu Yun the next day.

Wang Jianzhi and Chu Yun sat in the main hall, while servants stood outside.

Chu Yun's face was indifferent, but her eyes flashed with sorrow and complexity as she looked at Song Zhaoming.

Song Zhaoming keenly sensed that Chu Yun's attitude towards him was different from usual, and his heart sank.

“Miss, Lord Marquis,” Song Zhaoming greeted.

"Kneel down," Wang Jianzhi said coldly.

Song Zhaoming looked up and saw that although Chu Yun was frowning, she did not say anything to stop him. He couldn't help but clench his fists and kneel down as instructed.

Wang Jianzhi: "Do you know your crime?"

Song Zhaoming stared straight at him, showing no respect whatsoever: "I don't know."

Wang Jianzhi sneered, "Bring your men."

He didn't want to get entangled with Song Zhaoming. He just wanted to expose Song Zhaoming's true colors in front of Chu Yun as soon as possible, deal with him, and that would be the end of it.

Then a servant brought a man in black, who was bound hand and foot, into the hall. The servant released him, and the man in black collapsed to the ground like a lump of dead flesh.

"Song Zhaoming, do you know this person?" Wang Jianzhi asked.

Although the man in black looked disheveled, the half-exposed profile of his face still made Song Zhaoming's pupils shrink slightly.

This person was his contact, and whenever Yan Huaiji had a mission, it was passed on to him through this contact.

Now that Wang Jianzhi has captured the informant and summoned him to the hall, he probably already knows his true identity.

An overwhelming sense of panic filled Song Zhaoming's chest.

He wasn't afraid of having his identity discovered, nor was he afraid of death, but he was afraid that Chu Yun would find out he wasn't as innocent and harmless as he seemed, and he was also afraid that Chu Yun would find out he had once tried to kill her.

Song Zhaoming suddenly turned his head to look at Chu Yun.

Seeing the sorrow in Chu Yun's eyes, he understood that Chu Yun already knew everything.

"You should know this person, right? Do I need to spell out your crimes?" Wang Jianzhi questioned.

Song Zhaoming ignored him and only looked at Chu Yun.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Even though the apology felt weak, he still wanted to say sorry to Chu Yun.

Apologize for the evil thoughts he once harbored, and for his despicable actions.

Chu Yun sighed deeply: "It turns out, I've been misjudging you all along."

Nothing could have driven Song Zhaoming to despair more than Chu Yun's words.

Even being pierced by a thousand arrows wouldn't be this bad.

Song Zhaoming's eyes reddened, and he said sorrowfully, "I'm sorry."

Wang Jianzhi said, "Take him away."

Servants approached and surrounded Song Zhaoming.

Song Zhaoming, who hadn't said much, suddenly stood up, seemingly wanting to break through the encirclement and walk to Chu Yun.

"Stop him!" Wang Jianzhi said.

A servant standing nearby took a long board and struck Song Zhaoming hard on the back.

The dull sound made one feel sorry for Song Zhaoming.

But he acted as if nothing had happened, paused for a moment, and then continued walking forward.

Another heavy slap landed on his back, followed by another slap on Song Zhaoming's calf.

Blood foam rose from his mouth, and cold sweat broke out on his back. Unable to hold on any longer, Song Zhaoming knelt on the ground.

My calves hurt so much that I can't stand up at all.

The servants around him exerted their strength, pressing the long plank diagonally onto Song Zhaoming's body, back, and legs, pinning him firmly to the spot, making it impossible for him to move forward any further.

Song Zhaoming lay prostrate on the ground, whimpering, "Let me go."

Her voice was mournful and piercing, and Chu Yun's eyes showed unbearable pain.

"stop!"

The servants looked at each other, but made no move.

Wang Jianzhi slammed his hand on the table and said, "Didn't you hear what Madam said?"

The servants cowered and quickly took back the board.

When Song Zhaoming had a spare moment, he climbed forward little by little.

Chu Yun stood up and walked up to him. "What else do you want to do?"

Before him were the exquisite shoes on Chu Yun's feet. Song Zhaoming raised his head and, with trembling hands, took out a hairpin from his sleeve.

"A wedding gift," he said in a hoarse voice.

Humans aren't plants or trees; how can they be without feelings? After all, she had spent some time with Song Zhaoming, and seeing Song Zhaoming's disheveled state, Chu Yun couldn't be as hard as a rock.

She lowered her eyes, avoiding Song Zhaoming's gaze.

"I do not want!"

Then she resolutely turned to Wang Jianzhi and said, “Although he is guilty, he did serve me for a period of time and was acting under someone else’s orders. His crime does not warrant death. Can we expel him from the manor and let him fend for himself?”

Wang Jianzhi: "Since you've spoken, I naturally won't refuse. But he tried to kill you multiple times, and only being expelled from the manor seems like too lenient a punishment?"

Chu Yun: "Let's do it this way. I'm tired and want to go back and rest."

Wang Jianzhi: "Okay!"

Qingyuan and Qingying quickly helped Chuyun leave.

Although they had never figured out what was going on, after hearing Wang Jianzhi's last words, they understood what kind of evil deeds Song Zhaoming had committed.

Regardless of how complicated my feelings are, I need to go back and calm down.

After the three left, Wang Jianzhi raised his voice, "Now that the lady has entered the manor, you must treat her as you would treat me. If you harbor any wicked intentions, neglect the lady, or harm her, I will never forgive you!"

"Yes!" the servants replied in unison.

Wang Jianzhi gathered so many people today not only to deal with Song Zhaoming, but also to make an example of him and send a warning to the people in the Marquis's mansion.

"Expel Song Zhaoming from the mansion!" Wang Jianzhi said coldly, then turned and left.

The servants dragged Song Zhaoming out and threw him into the alley opposite the back gate of the Marquis's mansion.

His belongings were also thrown out and hit him.

Song Zhaoming lay on his back, his expression blank.

I do not want!

These were the last words Chu Yun said to him. She had grown to loathe him so much that she wouldn't even accept his things.

It's a pity about that hairpin; he had to travel to several places and save up his monthly silver for a long time to buy it.

He had already made up his mind to stay by Chu Yun's side from now on, to watch over her, to protect her, and to stop thinking about those unrealistic ideas.

As long as she is safe and sound, he doesn't care what happens to her.

But God saw that he had done too many evils and did not want him to have his way.

Chu Yun must hate him to the core now!

What's the point of him living?

Song Zhaoming closed his eyes and lay on the ground like a lump of mud.

Just as he was in a daze, several ruffian beggars came and surrounded him.

Song Zhaoming was injured and unable to move.

After several days of hunger and failing to beg for anything, the beggar turned his attention to Song Zhaoming.

They snatched the things that Song Zhaoming had thrown away, and then tried to grab the hairpin from Song Zhaoming's hand.

Song Zhaoming refused to let go and was punched and kicked. He lost his hairpin and was injured.

The beggar rummaged through his bundle, taking only the valuables, and finally pulled out a handkerchief, which he then tossed aside.

Several beggars muttered, "We're starving, it wasn't intentional."

The lead group of beggars said, "Let's go!"

Feeling guilty, the beggar glanced at Song Zhaoming and hurriedly ran out.

It wasn't intentional, but the damage has already been done.

Just like Song Zhaoming, who was once powerless to control his own destiny, yet still caused the deaths of many people.

Song Zhaoming gave a self-deprecating laugh and struggled to pick up the handkerchief that had fallen to the ground.

Tears slid down his cheeks and disappeared into the dust.

In the space, the lamp representing Song Zhaoming suddenly went out.