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

After Wang Jianzhi awoke, he left the exhausted Qingyuan and Qingying to rest where they were, while he led his guards and servants to search for Chu Yun at the bottom of the cliff, searching from dusk till dawn.

When the first rays of dawn broke through the clouds and shone on his face, one could clearly see the dark circles under his eyes and the bloodshot veins in his eyes.

Those once clear eyes were now filled with despair and anxiety.

The fruitless search throughout the night had nearly exhausted Wang Jianzhi's energy.

It hurt terribly; countless wounds appeared in his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

No one knew how scared he was.

That kind of pain of being gripped by fate and unable to escape.

That feeling of being overwhelmed by boundless pain, a sense of powerlessness that makes your whole body feel weightless.

Just like fifteen years ago.

The inescapable nightmare swept over him again, leaving him panicked and at a loss.

He couldn't stop, because if he stopped, he couldn't help but overthink. But no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find Chu Yun.

Wang Jianzhi felt he had reached a dead end and couldn't escape no matter what.

He was like a wandering soul, drifting aimlessly, with nowhere to settle down.

"What is that?" someone suddenly exclaimed.

Upon hearing the sound, Wang Jianzhi's gaze gradually focused, and he caught sight of a blue hem of clothing amidst a pile of rocks. His pupils contracted, and he ran towards that direction like a madman.

He staggered, almost kneeling beside the pile of rubble.

The familiar fabric and a bloodied hand came into view, and Wang Jianzhi shuddered.

He didn't say a word, but kept digging away the stones covering the man's body.

Others followed to help.

The skin on my fingertips cracked and bled, mixing with the dirt on the stones, making the wound even more painful.

Some people quietly stopped to rest for a while.

Only Wang Jianzhi tirelessly turned over the stones, his once flawless and slender hands now covered in blood and filth, looking utterly disheveled.

After searching for an unknown amount of time, they finally pulled a person out of the pile of rocks.

If she can still be called a human being.

Her face was mangled and bloody from being hit by stones; her exposed skin was covered in bruises, and in some places it had turned black.

What's even more terrifying is that she was wearing the exact same clothes as Chu Yun when she left.

This dress was personally chosen by Wang Jianzhi, and it complements Chu Yun's complexion perfectly.

But unexpectedly, I saw this garment again at the bottom of a cliff, at the moment of our parting.

Wang Jianzhi's hands trembled, and he didn't even dare to touch the dead person.

A guard knelt on the ground, crying out, "Madam!"

The guards and servants all knelt down.

Wang Jianzhi seemed to awaken from a dream, his almost manic gaze fixed on the person who had knelt down first.

"Tell you she belongs to the Madam! The Madam isn't dead! Get up and keep searching!"

The usually gentle and modest Marquis was like a completely different person, a vengeful ghost.

Everyone was so frightened that their legs trembled, and they had no choice but to stand up as he said.

Wang Jianzhi braced himself with his hands on the ground, struggling to stand up, but because he had been kneeling for too long, his legs were too weak, and he fell to his knees again.

The tip of her nose touched the soft fabric, and when she looked up again, tears had already streamed down her face.

He let out an extremely painful roar from his throat, picked up "Chu Yun", looked at her bloodied and mangled face, and an excruciating pain surged into his heart, causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood.

Crimson blood flowed into his chest, some splattering onto Wang Jianzhi's hands.

He could feel that the blood was gentle.

But the girl in his arms had cold blood and a cold body.

He murmured, "Ah Yun, are you especially cold and scared?"

It was my fault. I shouldn't have let you go out alone. I deserve to die.

I'll take you home, I'll take you home.

As he spoke, he hugged the woman in his arms tightly and slowly, with great difficulty, stood up.

People tried to help him, but he yelled at them and drove them away.

He limped along, carrying his wife as he walked forward.

The morning light stretched his shadow long, adding to his boundless loneliness.

The sunlight, which should have been warm, now chilled him to the bone.

From now on, warmth and hope will be irrelevant to him.

Even the gods and Buddhas did not favor him, causing him to bear hatred for fifteen years, and now they have taken away his only true love.

After Qingyuan and Qingying regained their strength, they helped each other to find Chuyun. From afar, they saw Wang Jianzhi walking towards them, looking distraught, carrying a person covered in blood in his arms.

The two looked at each other in disbelief, then knelt on the ground, covered their lips with their hands, and tears streamed down their faces.

It wasn't just Wang Jianzhi who lost her light; their light seemed to have dissipated as well.

*

The Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery, dressed in rags and looking emaciated, carried a woman as he entered the city gate.

Such earth-shattering news spread throughout the wealthy and powerful families in an instant.

Upon receiving the news, Minister Xie immediately ordered his men to keep it a secret from Old Madam Xie, and rode alone to the Marquis's residence.

The Marquis's residence was in chaos. Minister Xie grabbed a servant and, under his guidance, finally found Wang Jianzhi in the bedroom.

The person lying on the bed was already lifeless.

Wang Jianzhi slumped on the couch like a rag doll, his hair ornaments disheveled, his hair scattered everywhere, his eyes vacant, and his face haggard.

Minister Xie was stunned by what he saw and remained speechless for a long time.

Upon discovering that someone had broken in, Wang Jianzhi remained unmoved, his gaze merely sweeping over Minister Xie without causing the slightest ripple.

"What exactly happened?" Minister Xie asked in a somber voice.

Wang Jianzhi's eyes were half-closed, like a rotten clay sculpture. He finally spoke, but only repeated one sentence: "It's my fault. I didn't protect her."

He's like a mimicking myna bird, only able to say this one sentence.

The niece described the scene as horrific, and the niece's husband was speaking incoherently. Minister Xie nearly choked on his breath and had no choice but to go out and ask someone for answers.

*

When the sun was high in the sky, Chu Yun in the palace slowly awoke.

She rubbed her aching head, the only remaining memory she had of the dozens of robbers who suddenly appeared.

The robbers blocked her path and attacked with knives. She was hit on the head and quickly lost consciousness.

My memories end here.

Chu Yun's heart skipped a beat.

The blurry vision gradually became clear.

She cautiously surveyed her surroundings—a place of dazzling gold and extreme wealth.

How could such a place be a bandit's den?

Chu Yun huddled by the bedside, looking around in fear.

The fear of not knowing where she was enveloped her entire body, freezing her blood.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps and, like a startled bird, stared intently at the door.

The door was wide open, and blinding light streamed into the room. Chu Yun shrank back even further, but her gaze remained fixed on the doorway.

"It's you!" Chu Yun exclaimed in surprise upon seeing who it was.

Wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, Yan Jinyu smiled slightly and spoke softly, "Ayun, you're awake!"

His eyes and brows were filled with gentleness. Although his appearance had not changed, it made Chu Yun feel a sense of fear from the bottom of her heart.

Those eyes grew even colder, as if they were filled with ice that would never melt. Even with a smile on his lips, they still sent chills down Chu Yun's spine.

Yan Jinyu has changed!

This was Chu Yun's only feeling.

Her voice trembled as she asked, "Where is this? How did you get here?"