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

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianzhi became completely sober, and Yan Jinyu felt a chill run down her spine.

"A-Yun, what are you saying? Whose slander have you listened to?" Wang Jianzhi couldn't believe his ears and subconsciously denied it.

"Just tell me, yes or no!" Chu Yun said coldly, looking directly at Wang Jianzhi.

Wang Jianzhi felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, lowering his eyes and avoiding Chu Yun's gaze.

He said he wouldn't lie to her, but how could he admit to this?

Chu Yun gave a self-deprecating laugh and then turned her gaze to Yan Jinyu.

"And you? Yes or no?"

Yan Jinyu appeared calm, but her palms were actually sweating profusely.

He opened his lips, but couldn't utter a single sound.

That answer was far too cruel, both to Chu Yun and to him.

At this moment, Chu Yun actually chuckled, "It seems the late emperor didn't lie to me. You thought you could deceive everyone, but in the end, you still failed at the last hurdle."

She tossed out a piece of paper, which fluttered lightly to the ground.

Yan Jinyu stiffened and bent down to pick up the paper.

The words "Lin Chuyun's drowning was caused by Wang Jianzhi and Yan Jinyu" came into view. The handwriting was undoubtedly the genuine handwriting of Emperor Qing'an, and the characters were stamped with Emperor Qing'an's private seal.

A short sentence, on a thin sheet of paper, seemed to weigh a ton, making it hard for Yan Jinyu to breathe.

"Wang Jianzhi and Yan Jinyu were responsible for Lin Chuyun falling into the water. Is what's written on the note true or false? I want to hear it from you yourselves," Chuyun pressed.

Wang Jianzhi originally wanted to see what was written on the note, but upon hearing this, he couldn't take another step.

"It's true!" Yan Jinyu clenched the note in her hand so tightly that she almost crushed it.

He thought that as long as he defeated Wang Jianzhi, he would be victorious. However, Emperor Qing'an unexpectedly turned the tide and overturned the entire game.

He's already dead, why won't you let him go?

Wang Jianzhi fell to his knees, "It's true!"

Chu Yun gave a bitter smile.

"Do you know how cold the water is? How scary it is to have your ankles tangled in water plants? How uncomfortable it is to have river water rushing into your lungs?"

I always thought it was just an accident, but I never imagined that it was my husband, the one I once loved, who did it to me.

It's laughable that you're all pretending to be so nonchalant and affectionate in front of me. Don't you feel guilty?

Chu Yun's questions were like sharp knives, piercing deeply into the hearts of Wang Jianzhi and Yan Jinyu.

Wang Jianzhi looked up at Chu Yun and said, "I'm sorry."

He was in a terrible state, his eyes bloodshot, his hair disheveled, kneeling on the ground, looking neither human nor ghost.

If it were the Chu Yun of the past, she would have helped him up with heartache, but now she doesn't even want to look at him.

"I don't want to see you again. Since Lin Chuyun is nominally dead, just consider me dead."

After saying this, Chu Yun turned around blankly and stepped out of the palace with stiff steps.

Wang Jianzhi lay prostrate on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

Yan Jinyu had been silent since Chu Yun began questioning him, as if he had lost his soul. Watching Chu Yun's departing figure, he suddenly chased after her.

"Ayun!"

He was fast and caught up with Chu Yun in a few steps, grabbing her arm. "A Yun, let me explain."

Chu Yun struggled with all her might, but she couldn't break free from Yan Jinyu's grasp.

"Ah Yun, I didn't mean it. I was blinded by hatred and did something wrong. I was wrong, but my heart is true to you. Ah Yun, you're all I have left. I beg you, please don't hate me," Yan Jinyu pleaded.

Chu Yun turned around to face him.

"Just because you have your reasons, does that mean I should forgive you?"

What does your hatred have to do with me?

Why did you drag me into this?

You ruined me, can't I hate you?

I can guess why you wanted to hurt me. There's nothing wrong with seeking revenge, but you were wrong to resort to any means to achieve it and hurt innocent people!

Ask yourself honestly, do you really think you were wrong?

If you dare to do something, you must dare to take responsibility. You hate the Chiang family for harming you, but can't I hate you for harming me?

Don't make me look down on you.

With each word Chu Yun spoke, Yan Jinyu's eyes darkened.

Finally, he gradually let go of Chu Yun's hand.

Watching Chu Yun disappear from sight, all the scenery lost its color.

*

Chu Yun returned to Taoyu Palace. She knew that Yan Jinyu would not let her leave the palace. She was too tired and wanted to find a place to rest.

Her mind was damaged, and she gradually fell ill.

It's nothing more than the time it takes for flowers to bloom and fade.

The peach trees that Yan Jinyu had specially ordered to be moved to Taoyu Palace have all withered, and petals are falling all day long.

On that day, Chu Yun opened the window, leaned against the couch by the bed, and stared intently at the peach tree outside the window.

Her face was pale, and her plain white clothes made her look even more listless.

Chu Yun, like the peach blossoms, is about to fade.

The maid brought in the medicine. "Miss, it's chilly outside, you should close the window."

Chu Yun glanced at the medicine in her hand and smiled, "Shi Shu, you know that medicine doesn't work for me. This medicine is too bitter. Let me take a break for once."

Shi Shu frowned and placed the medicine on the table.

"Your Majesty is here."

As soon as Shi Shu finished speaking, Chu Yun, who had been quite gentle, suddenly turned cold. "Which day has he ever missed? It's the same as always, I won't see him."

Since that day, the gates of Taoyu Palace have remained closed, and Yan Jinyu has been unable to enter.

Except for one time when Chu Yun's illness flared up severely and she refused to take medicine, Yan Jinyu brought Yun Rong and broke down the door to save Chu Yun from the brink of death.

Shi Shu would never forget the way His Majesty held the young lady, pleading with her not to abandon him.

Despair, pain, and helplessness—emotions that shouldn't be present in an emperor—emerged all at once, overturning Shi Shu's previous understanding of Yan Jinyu.

The attendant said, "His Majesty said that Miss's eldest cousin is getting married today. If Miss would like to go and see her, he can make arrangements."

Chu Yun was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

"So much time has passed."

"Miss, don't you want to see your family?" the maid asked.

Chu Yun murmured, "If I see my family in this state, I will only cause them more grief. It is I who have brought shame upon the family."

Shi Shu's eyes reddened.

"Miss, please don't think like that. Minister Xie and the others must be worried about you."

Chu Yun avoided answering, instead saying, "Thank you. These past few days would have been even harder for me if you hadn't been there for me."

I also have a maid at home named Qingying. She's calm and collected, just like you, and very thorough in your work. These days, I often think of her, and so many other people I'll never see again.

These words were heartbreaking, and Shishu cried even harder.

"I have a letter here. Keep it. If anything happens in the future and Taoyu Palace falls into chaos, take out the letter. It might be useful to you," Chu Yun said, picking up a letter from the table.

Shi Shu took the letter, her eyes filled with tears.

"Go down, I'm tired, I want to be alone for a while." Chu Yun forced a smile.

"Yes." Shi Shu kowtowed to the ground, her heart filled with extreme panic.

Around lunchtime, Shishu entered the inner palace again and saw Chu Yun lying lifelessly on the table.

Her eyes were filled with terror as she collapsed against the table, checking Chu Yun's breathing.

It was clear that he had already breathed his last.

The maid cried out in anguish, "Miss!"

The messenger, stumbling and crawling, entered the Qianlong Palace, shouting, "Your Majesty, the Empress has passed away!"

Yan Jinyu paused in his grip on the pen, but still wrote the character "approved" on the memorial.

Then he raised his head and looked at the little eunuch who was trembling like a leaf.

"What did you just say?"

The young eunuch prostrated himself on the ground, saying, "Her Majesty the Empress has passed away."

Yan Jinyu suddenly threw down his pen and turned his head stiffly. "What did he say? I don't understand."

Eunuch Qi was terrified and turned pale. "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences."

Yan Jinyu sat on the chair for a while, then stood up blankly.

His expression wasn't particularly sorrowful; he just frowned, as if pondering the meaning behind Eunuch Qi's and the little eunuch's words.

After taking a few steps, Yan Jinyu suddenly stumbled, her vision went black, and she fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone rushed to help him up.

He shook off everyone and suddenly ran outside like a madman.

Upon arriving at Taoyu Palace and entering the inner hall, they heard a chorus of weeping.

Amidst the cries, Yan Jinyu saw Chu Yun lying quietly on the table, utterly lifeless.

With a splitting headache and a heart that felt like it was about to burst from the pain, Yan Jinyu held Chu Yun in his arms, stroking her pale face, and murmured, "I'm late."

The girl in his arms was quiet, letting him hold her, but she could no longer respond to him.

A sudden gust of wind blew up outside the window, scattering all the peach blossoms from the tree.