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

Chu Yun used a lot of force, leaving five clear finger marks on Yan Jinyu's side.

"I'm sorry." Seemingly feeling ashamed to face Chu Yun again, Yan Jinyu left with these words in a disheveled state.

Just as he stepped out of the palace gate, Eunuch Qi rushed over in a hurry.

Upon seeing the finger marks on Yan Jinyu's face, Eunuch Qi's legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty..." he said, looking troubled.

Yan Jinyu glared at him coldly, and Eunuch Qi trembled inwardly, quickly lowering his head.

"What happened?" Yan Jinyu asked.

Eunuch Qi said cautiously, "Your Majesty, the Marquis of Zhongyong is requesting an audience outside the Qianlong Palace."

Yan Jinyu's eyes turned cold.

Today is the day of Chu Yun's funeral, but Wang Jianzhi has entered the palace.

It seems he has already guessed some things.

Before leaving, Yan Jinyu coldly warned the palace servants of Taoyu Palace to take good care of the Empress, and to kill anyone who neglected her.

The palace servants knelt on the ground, repeatedly promising to keep a close eye on the Empress.

Yan Jinyu took one last look at the palace, but all she could see were heavy curtains, making it impossible to see Chu Yun's face.

He hardened his heart and walked away.

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Wang Jianzhi's stakes are usually erected in front of Qianlong Palace.

After running out of the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion, he suddenly felt that the world was so vast that there was nowhere left for him to go.

Evading the pursuing servants, he wandered through the bustling city like a lost soul.

The comings and goings of pedestrians, the endless cries of vendors—all of their joys and sorrows, their anger and grief, were irrelevant to him.

People avoided Wang Jianzhi, who was in a sorry state, and he remained outside their world.

As I walked, my mind became increasingly muddled.

The pain pressing on his heart almost made it hard for him to breathe.

The hearse from the Marquis's residence arrived in a grand procession.

Wang Jianzhi hid in the crowd and watched from afar.

The area around the hearse was a vast expanse of white, and the sound of weeping never ceased.

The image of white and the blood of his parents and relatives kept flashing through Wang Jianzhi's mind.

White and blood mingled together, taking everything away from him.

His wife was in the coffin; he should have gone to see her off, but he didn't dare.

Fifteen years ago, there were still loyal servants who covered his eyes to prevent him from seeing the bloody scene.

But now there is no one beside him.

The most important person to him was lying in a cold coffin, and he didn't even have the courage to look at her or see her off.

Tears streamed down Wang Jianzhi's face as she huddled on the street, biting her arm so hard that it bled profusely before she could stop herself from crying out.

"Such a grand spectacle, I wonder who died?" someone asked in a low voice.

"You didn't know? The one who died was the wife of the Marquis of Zhongyong, a cousin of the Xie family." His companion was quite surprised.

"It was her! How could a perfectly healthy person die so suddenly?"

"I heard it was the northern rebels who infiltrated the capital who killed him! General Lin has a distinguished military record, having killed countless enemy soldiers from the north over the years. They were enraged and vowed to wipe out the entire Lin family!"

"These rebels are utterly despicable! To treat a frail woman so cruelly!"

"Who can disagree? Poor Miss Lin, she was so young and died such a tragic death. With the recent heavy rains, after Miss Lin fell off the cliff, she was hit by falling rocks, and her face was completely smashed off by the rocks."

"That's terrible! Her face is completely gone, how can we be sure it's Miss Lin?"

"I don't know about that. The Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion has already held a funeral. Surely it's not Miss Lin inside!"

......

The two chattered away for a few more minutes, completely unaware that Wang Jianzhi behind them could hear them clearly.

Wang Jianzhi's confused and cloudy eyes flickered slightly, and an idea flashed through his mind like a shooting star.

He scrambled to his feet as if grasping at a straw and ran frantically toward the palace.

The more I ran, the clearer the idea became in my mind.

Minister Xie was unaware of the entanglement between Chu Yun and Yan Jinyu. When he discovered that the man in black who fell off the cliff was using a scimitar specially made by the enemy country in the north, he only thought it was a provocation from the enemy country.

Because the deceased's clothes, age, and physique were all consistent with Chu Yun's, even though she was heartbroken, she still claimed the body and brought it back to the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence for the funeral.

But Wang Jianzhi was different; he was very clear about the relationship between Yan Jinyu and Chu Yun.

Assuming Chu Yun didn't die, those so-called enemy spies were just a smokescreen. The real purpose of the people behind them was to deceive everyone and take Chu Yun away alive.

So there might still be a chance for things to turn around.

Who in this world can control everything, possessing both the power and the motive to take Chu Yun away?

There was no one else besides Yan Jinyu.

Suddenly appearing, fearless men in black, and the woman's corpse smashed beyond recognition.

Everything still seems to have some doubts.

Now that he had discovered the suspicious points, Wang Jianzhi would not give up. No matter what the truth was, he had to go to the palace and see Yan Jinyu.

Lost in thought, Yan Jinyu arrived at Qianlong Palace. Seeing Wang Jianzhi, who was barely recognizable as a human, she couldn't help but feel distressed.

The brothers still ended up like this.

"Come in!" Yan Jinyu said coldly.

Wang Jianzhi lowered his head and entered the hall.

They hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Apart from the time when Yan Jinyu ascended the throne and Wang Jianzhi bowed to him from afar, this was the first time they had met since their near-breakdown.

The once inseparable brothers now have nothing to say to each other.

In the silence, Wang Jianzhi looked up at Yan Jinyu.

Upon seeing the wound on his lip and the handprint on his cheek, Wang Jianzhi's pupils constricted.

He could no longer suppress the thought, and blurted out, "Did you take A-Yun away?"

Yan Jinyu, her brows furrowed, looked directly at Wang Jianzhi, making no attempt to hide her feelings: "Yes!"

Yan Jinyu did not intend to keep Chu Yun in the deep palace, where no one knew her. He wanted her to stand in front of others, always by his side, enjoying all his glory and power.

Therefore, the news that Chu Yun was still alive and by his side could not be kept from Wang Jianzhi for long.

Now that Wang Jianzhi has arrived, he will lay his cards on the table; he is not afraid.

Wang Jian took a half step back, his eyes filled with pain.

Even though he so desperately wanted Chu Yun to be alive, when he heard Yan Jinyu admit that he had orchestrated Chu Yun's abduction, Wang Jianzhi felt not only joy but also an indescribable pain in his chest.

"You despicable scoundrel!" Wang Jianzhi cursed angrily.

It's obvious how Yan Jinyu got the injuries on her mouth and face.

"She is my wife! You have no right to take her away from me!"

Wang Jianzhi's eyes reddened, and he raised his voice.

Compared to Wang Jianzhi's loss of control, Yan Jinyu remained calm. He said indifferently, "I am the Emperor! This is my confidence and my qualification!"

"This is utter nonsense!" Wang Jianzhi roared in fury. "Even if you are the emperor, you have no right to take a subject's wife! Aren't you afraid that the people of the world will rise up against you?"

Yan Jinyu: "Do you want to make this public knowledge? Unless you disregard Chu Yun's reputation and whether Chu Yun hates you or not."

Wang Jianzhi froze.

Yan Jinyu is an emperor. Even if he acts absurdly and steals his minister's wife, he will be condemned. However, the world is often harsh on women.

No matter how badly Yan Jinyu was criticized, Chu Yun would only be criticized even more harshly, even though she was the most innocent victim from beginning to end.