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

It was only after Chu Yun's death that Shi Shu learned the true purpose of that letter.

His Majesty was acting like a madman, brandishing his sword, wishing he could make everyone in Peach Jade Palace pay with their lives for the young lady.

If it weren't for that letter, if His Majesty went mad, no one in Peach Jade Palace would have a good end.

Miss was kind after all; even on her deathbed, she was thinking of them and even forgave Xia Zi.

The palace maids knelt all over the ground, and Shi Shu knelt among them. It wasn't that she wasn't afraid, but she also found it ridiculous.

It's laughable that Your Majesty, the Son of Heaven, can lose your mind after losing your beloved.

It's laughable that His Majesty tried everything, but couldn't keep the young lady.

His Majesty defied all conventions by acknowledging that Miss Lin was in the palace and insisted on making her Empress despite the advice of his officials. However, Miss Lin completely disregarded all his actions.

It was only much later that Shi Shu learned that the beautiful lady, who rarely smiled, was actually the wife of the Marquis of Zhongyong.

Compared to titles like "Empress" or "Madam," Shishu preferred to call her Miss Chuyun.

The young lady lived a life of helplessness; all the titles others bestowed upon her were burdens to her.

At first, Shishu was very afraid of her mistress, but later, she came to like her from the bottom of her heart.

Such a good person, gone at such a young age.

After Chu Yun's death, Shi Shu was transferred to Qianlong Palace. She didn't have much to do on a daily basis, except to tell Yan Jinyu about what Chu Yun did and said every day when she was in Taoyu Palace.

When Shishu first told Yan Jinyu these things, she was terrified.

It wasn't until she mustered the courage to look up that she discovered Yan Jinyu's perpetually cold expression had softened, and a smile played on his lips.

At that moment, Shi Shu's heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, slowly began to settle down.

Your Majesty, perhaps you truly do like the young lady.

Shi Shu recalled the four words her mistress often said—"Fate plays tricks on people."

What a cruel twist of fate!

*

In her final letter, Chu Yun instructed the Xie family to release Qing Yuan and Qing Ying from their indentures and grant them their freedom.

So the two were freed.

With their savings from years of monthly wages and rewards, the two sisters opened a teahouse on Anping Street.

They make a living by selling tea, snacks, and fruit every day.

Although life is a bit tough, at least you can be your own master and don't have to be a slave or servant, or have to be at the mercy of others.

The teahouse was quite profitable, and three years later, with investment from Cui Siwan, Xie Shuya, and Gu Huiyan, the two sisters opened an embroidery shop.

When Qingying was a child, her family ran an embroidery workshop. Later, the workshop went bankrupt due to poor management, her parents died one after another, and she had no choice but to sell herself into slavery.

Opening her own embroidery workshop has been Qingying's long-cherished dream.

On the day the embroidery workshop opened, Gu Huiyan, Xie Shuya, and Cui Siwan also came to show their support.

Baojie is already four years old, but she is still so cute, like a New Year's picture doll.

She and Cui Siwan's daughter were playing together nearby, the two girls sticking together and being incredibly well-behaved.

"How is Madam Xie's health?" Cui Siwan asked.

Xie Shuyue: "As usual, I haven't been in good spirits since the shock I had four years ago. After all, I'm getting old, and I'm always feeling unwell. After returning to Yueyang, my condition improved somewhat."

My uncle wrote that Shuyue has become much calmer; she's been taking care of Grandma these past few days since she fell ill.

Cui Siwan murmured, "People always grow up after experiencing great changes."

As for what this major change was, neither of them went on to say anything more.

"Are you really going back to Yueyang?" Cui Siwan turned to look at Gu Huiyan.

“I don’t understand the affairs of the previous dynasty, but Brother Yu said that the Xie family is forging ahead against the tide, and only in this way can they protect their clan. Uncle Xie resigned from his position as Minister two years ago and returned to the ancestral home in Yueyang with the old lady. It’s time for us to leave as well,” Gu Huiyan said.

Cui Siwan nodded.

In recent years, the older generation of the Xie family have all resigned from their official posts, leaving the opportunities to younger generations of the Xie family.

This is not only for the Xie family's longer future, but also because of the absurd things Emperor Yongtai did four years ago.

The Xie family has been thrust into the spotlight and needs to avoid trouble.

Although Xie Yu was still young, he was disgusted with the power struggles in officialdom and only wanted to spend time with his wife and children.

"Sister Huiyan, please take care!" Cui Siwan said.

Gu Huiyan smiled and said, "You too."

The sound of firecrackers filled the air, and the crowd cheered.

Cui Siwan reached out to block the falling light, looked at her daughter, Baojie, who was laughing happily, and Qingying and Qingyuan, who were crying tears of joy, and suddenly smiled.

Life is indeed getting better little by little.

But as she smiled, tears welled up in her eyes.

Unfortunately, there was one more person who wasn't doing well.

*

Wang Jianzhi has disappeared without a trace, and Yan Jinyu has lost his mind and gone mad.

Yunrong felt utterly helpless as her two children, whom she had raised single-handedly, had turned out this way.

He was really tired.

I no longer want to care about worldly love, hate, and grudges.

Originally, after taking his revenge, Yun Rong wanted to follow Miss Wang Er in death, but he forced himself to live on for the sake of Wang Jianzhi and Yan Jinyu.

Unexpectedly, I witnessed those tragedies.

He really couldn't hold on any longer.

After taking the poison, Yunrong leaned against Miss Wang's grave, quietly awaiting death.

A voice reached his ears from afar.

"Young master, here is a bowl of rice porridge for you."

Seventeen years ago, the Great Yan suffered a drought of the worst in a century, and many refugees poured into the capital. Every day, people died of disease or starvation.

Yunrong was traveling and wanted to do something for these poor people.

So he carried his medicine kit and began treating refugees.

The snow-white clothes were filthy in just half a day.

Miss Wang was distributing porridge in a refugee camp when she mistook Yun Rong for a refugee, which led to their first meeting.

At that moment, Yun Rong raised her head and met the beauty's clear eyes, and was stunned for a moment.

Miss Wang was also taken aback by Yun Rong's beautiful appearance.

A single glance can last a lifetime; that's probably what they're like.

"Dr. Yun, please come with me quickly." Suddenly someone pulled Yun Rong away.

Miss Wang then realized that she had made a mistake.

She watched Yunrong weaving through the crowd, tirelessly treating the refugees, sometimes kneeling, sometimes sitting on the ground, and her ears turned red.

After that, the two seemed to reach a tacit understanding: she distributed porridge, he treated the sick, and they worked together to help the refugees.

They rarely had a chance to speak, yet everything was understood without words.

The heart-fluttering feeling of childhood is unforgettable.

The poison had seeped into his bones, and Yun Rong couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He suddenly reached out his hand.

"Ah Yue, you've come to pick me up."

In a daze, he saw Miss Wang Er walking towards him with a smile, just like the first time they met.

The hand that had been hanging in mid-air suddenly dropped.

The dream I've lived half my life in has now vanished.