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

The young master was accompanied by a beautiful woman, and although the young girls were captivated by Wang Jianzhi's appearance and demeanor, they could only give up and express their regret.

But some people are obsessed, and when they see the two people gazing at each other with affection, they almost bite their cheeks raw.

The person being referred to was none other than Yan Jinyu.

He was all alone, so naturally no one accompanied him at the lantern festival, and he had to go out to do his job with a heavy heart.

She was already pitiful enough, but meeting Chu Yun and Wang Jianzhi made her even more miserable.

Yan Jinyu sat on his horse, watching Chu Yun pick up the lantern from afar. Her face was all smiles, but her heart ached terribly. The veins on her hands bulged, and her eyes were tinged with crimson.

At this moment, he really wanted to disregard everything, gallop away on horseback, kidnap Chu Yun, escape from the capital, and stay with her forever.

Having not lost his mind after all, Yan Jinyu closed his eyes in sorrow, and when he opened them again, his eyes had returned to calm.

He whispered, "Let's go."

Yan Jinyu wanted to stay with Chu Yun for a long time, not just have a moment of pleasure.

So he can wait.

Once all the traps are set, once the first fish is caught in the net.

What we see today is merely accelerating his plans.

Now that he holds a high position of power, his every move shakes the capital.

Within a month, Emperor Qing'an fell seriously ill and was almost bedridden.

Prince Chen, acting as regent, wielded immense power.

It seemed that the fate of the Great Yan Dynasty was about to change.

*

In the palace, Emperor Qing'an lay on his couch with a deathly expression, staring straight at Yan Jinyu.

“You unfilial son!” His voice broke and trembled uncontrollably.

Yan Jinyu gave a cold smile.

"Father, you caused me to lose A-Yun that day. My heart was broken, and I made up my mind to make you taste the pain and despair."

You taught me to sever emotional ties and relinquish love, from which I have benefited immensely. I have devoted myself to learning, and Father Emperor has personally witnessed my progress. How much of your wisdom do you think I have grasped? Are you satisfied?

His every word was imbued with icy coldness.

It's laughable that Emperor Qing'an, who was so clever all his life, fell into Yan Jinyu's hands.

Yan Jinyu originally wanted to see the regret in Emperor Qing'an's eyes, but unexpectedly, he chuckled softly, glancing at Yan Jinyu with an air of superiority. In an instant, the fear of being controlled by Emperor Qing'an rose in his heart, making him so cold that his teeth chattered.

Emperor Qing'an withdrew his gaze, and with trembling hands, took out a scroll from under his jade pillow.

He held the scroll, wanting to open it, but he was too weak to do so, and the scroll drooped down, extending to the bedside.

It was originally a portrait of Empress Wang.

When Yan Jinyu saw Empress Wang, her eyes widened in horror, and she felt utterly ashamed.

He staggered and knelt on the ground.

Emperor Qing'an ignored him and insisted on picking up the portrait. Exhausted, he fell to the ground and died just as his fingers were about to touch the portrait.

Yan Jinyu looked at her father and mother and burst into laughter like a madwoman.

Why did he shed tears when the throne was already within his grasp?

He clearly has power and status, and he can get what he wants, so why does he still feel heartbroken?

*

After Emperor Qing'an passed away, Yan Jinyu ascended the throne, changed the era name to Yongtai, and was known as Emperor Yongtai.

With each new emperor comes a new court; the political landscape naturally changes drastically when a new emperor ascends the throne.

All of Yan Jinyu's confidants have been promoted.

However, some sharp-eyed people noticed that the Marquis of Zhongyong was not being given important positions. Regardless of what they were thinking, Wang Jianzhi wished that Yan Jinyu would forget about his existence, and he stayed at home all day these days.

Emperor Qing'an died suddenly, and Wang Jianzhi always felt uneasy.

But on the third day after the new emperor ascended the throne, everything changed.

"My lord, something terrible has happened! The madam has disappeared!" A servant from the Marquis's mansion stumbled into the official residence, his face covered in blood and utterly terrified.

Wang Jianzhi came out upon hearing the noise and shouted, "Explain yourself clearly! What exactly happened?"

The servant tearfully recounted, "My brother and I were escorting Madam to the White Horse Temple when we encountered bandits on the way, who abducted her."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianzhi's legs went weak, and he almost fell over.

"Go back to the manor and fetch someone. Come with me to find Madam," he said with difficulty.

Yun Rong had returned to Baima Temple a month ago. Since Chu Yun had been unwell recently, Wang Jianzhi thought of taking Chu Yun to Baima Temple to seek medicine.

Everything had been arranged, but unexpectedly, many things came up at the official residence, and Wang Jianzhi was unable to leave. Despite Chu Yun's strong persuasion, he did not go with her.

Who would have thought that such a disaster would occur in less than an hour!

Wang Jianzhi was filled with remorse. He mounted his horse and hurried to the White Horse Temple.

About half an hour later, he saw a mess on the ground, with a carriage overturned, which was none other than the carriage that Chu Yun had ridden in that day.

Wang Jianzhi hurriedly dismounted to check the situation.

The horse had been hit by an arrow and had been dead for some time; the carriage was empty.

Chu Yun has disappeared!

Fear surged like a tide, a chill ran down Wang Jian's back, and his head throbbed with pain.

"My lord, please save Miss!" Qingyuan saw Wang Jianzhi and, as if seeing a savior, knelt down at his feet, pleading desperately.

Behind her followed Qingying and several servants and guards, a total of more than a dozen people, all of whom were escorting Chu Yun on this trip.

After Chu Yun was kidnapped, apart from the servant sent back to deliver the message, the rest of the people searched for a long time along the direction in which the kidnappers disappeared, but they still couldn't find any trace of Chu Yun.

"Don't worry, I will definitely find A-Yun," Wang Jianzhi said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

The people from the Marquis's mansion who had come to rescue them arrived at this time. Dozens of people walked up the mountain path, searching for Chu Yun's whereabouts.

The more you want to accomplish something, the more likely you are to be disappointed.

Time passed slowly, but nothing was gained.

In the mountains and forests, the group moved forward in the dark.

"Who's there?" someone suddenly exclaimed.

A dark figure flashed by, carrying something on its shoulder, and fled in panic.

"Chase!" Wang Jianzhi shouted as he rushed out.

He was a frail scholar, and after several hours of searching, he was already exhausted. He could only grit his teeth and persevere.

His stomach clenched, but his eyes remained fixed on the suspicious figure moving in the darkness, relentlessly pursuing it.

The man in black chose a cunning path, and in the end, he actually ended up at the edge of a cliff.

Wang Jianzhi and the others surrounded him.

By the moonlight, one could vaguely see that he was carrying someone on his shoulder, and the color and pattern of his clothes were exactly the same as the ones Chu Yun was wearing when she left.

The half-exposed profile—who else could it be but Chu Yun?

"Let her go, and I'll spare your life," Wang Jianzhi pleaded.

The man in black sneered, "Dream on!"

Having said that, he fearlessly turned and jumped off the cliff.

Wang Jianzhi's eyes widened in horror, and he cried out, "No!"

He rushed to the edge of the cliff, almost falling, as the stones beneath his feet tumbled down and plunged into the abyss.

The guards held him tightly, preventing him from falling.

"My lord, please don't act rashly."

With her waist tightly bound, Wang Jianzhi felt as if she had lost her soul and was being dragged to safety.

He struggled to get up, but due to mental and physical damage, he was too weak to support himself and fell into a coma.

Meanwhile, Chu Yun, who was considered by everyone to be in grave danger, quietly appeared in a magnificent palace within the Great Yan Imperial Palace.

She lay on her side on the couch with her eyelids tightly closed, unconscious.

A figure sat beside the couch, extending a long finger that traced the contours of Chu Yun's face, murmuring, "A-Yun, you've finally returned to my side."