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

Xiao Yue Manor has over a thousand people, including disciples and servants. With so many mouths to feed, and with all that needing to be provided for, the annual expenses are quite substantial.

To maintain its status as the number one sect in the world, it naturally needs to devise ways to amass wealth.

These stewards were responsible for helping Xiaoshan Manor expand its businesses and manage its shops; in other words, they held the reins of the entire Xiaoyue Manor's coffers.

Horse farms, porcelain kilns, silk fabrics... Xiao Yue Manor is involved in countless industries and its wealth is immeasurable.

Xiao Qi'an is the young master of the estate, so naturally he has the final say on these businesses.

Unfortunately, Xiao Qi'an was merely a figurehead in the end. For the past fifteen years, Xiao Changfeng, using his seniority as a figurehead, stood on the high ground of filial piety and practically controlled the entire Xiao Yue Manor.

Whether through coercion or bribery, 80% of these stewards have sided with him. Even if the remaining stewards all support Xiao Qi'an, they can't cause any trouble. Not to mention, the remaining stewards are all old foxes who neither side with Xiao Qi'an nor Xiao Changfeng, remaining neutral.

With a young master who has been sidelined and is also disabled, how could these powerful stewards possibly take Xiao Qi'an seriously?

Every year at the end of the year, when it came time to settle accounts, Xiao Qi'an would remain deaf and mute, saying nothing and asking no questions. Although this was a facade he had to put on to lull Xiao Changfeng into a false sense of security, it was still quite frustrating.

As Chu Yun listened to the stewards report one by one, their words, though seemingly kind, were actually barbed and made her feel nauseous. Just as she was getting bored, she caught a glimpse of Xiao Lin out of the corner of her eye. She noticed that the boy was glaring at the stewards with gritted teeth, as if he wanted to devour them. Chu Yun found it amusing.

Xiao Qi'an was cunning, patient, and ruthless, but his younger brother was very different. Even though he pretended to be a playboy to deceive others, he couldn't control his temper and was useless when it came to the crucial moment. No wonder Xiao Qi'an didn't reveal a word about the matter of obtaining the blood gu to cure his leg to Xiao Lin.

It was partly to preserve his purity, and partly because I didn't trust him.

After the stewards finished speaking, they respectfully withdrew, waiting to report back to Xiao Changfeng on the truly important matters.

After they had all left, Xiao Lin slammed his teacup down on the table and let out a cold laugh.

Xiao Qi'an remained expressionless and said indifferently, "Don't put on airs here. If you don't like the tea here, go back to your own courtyard."

"Brother!" Xiao Lin raised his voice.

"Miss Wen, I'm sorry you had to see this. I wonder if you like the tea here?" Xiao Qi'an ignored Xiao Lin and turned to look at Chu Yun. His clear eyes were full of concern, and the smile on his lips made him even more approachable.

Chu Yun nodded. "Very good."

The girl was still dressed in red today. She seemed to have a particular fondness for red, and had not changed into any other color since entering the manor. But one has to admit that red really suited her, making her already unique temperament stand out even more.

Such a beautiful woman, even with her cold words, does not offend anyone; on the contrary, it makes one want to get closer to her and see the different expressions on her face.

"I'm glad you like it, young lady. How about I have someone fetch you a jar so you can take it home and try it?" Xiao Qi'an offered his goodwill.

"No need," Chu Yun refused without even thinking.

Xiao Qi'an was taken aback, then slightly curled the corners of his lips, "In that case, I will not force you, young lady."

Having said all that, even Xiao Lin sensed something was amiss. He suppressed his anger and glanced at Chu Yun out of the corner of his eye. He had bumped into Chu Yun as soon as he entered the courtyard. Worried that she would leave, he spoke faster than he thought, and without considering anything else, he led her into the main hall. After realizing what had happened, he felt something was wrong.

He knew that his brother was deliberately feigning weakness to lull the enemy into a false sense of security, but others didn't know that!

The young master of the manor was openly and subtly challenged by several stewards. Anyone who saw this would think that Xiao Qi'an was incompetent and had wasted his title of young master.

Presumably, Chu Yun will be no exception, which will only make it more difficult to win her over.

Chu Yun's indifferent attitude made Xiao Lin even more uneasy. He felt that he had done something wrong, and he was both angry and ashamed. He lowered his head and remained silent.

Xiao Lin fell silent. Chu Yun was a cold person, and Xiao Qi'an didn't say much either. The atmosphere suddenly became cold.

Chu Yun remained expressionless, drinking her tea as if nothing had happened. Xiao Qi'an studied the accounts, while Xiao Lin felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, wishing he could get up and leave immediately.

The awkward atmosphere was broken when Xiao Zuo appeared, carrying a bowl of medicine into the hall. "Young master, the medicine is ready."

The medicine was brought from the pharmacy, and the round trip took just enough time for it to warm up before drinking. However, due to several stewards reporting on matters, the time was delayed, so Xiao Lin instructed Xiao Zuo to reheat it again.

The steaming vapor rose upwards, carrying a bitter smell that seeped into people's noses.

Chu Yun glanced at the medicine bowl out of the corner of her eye, her eyes flashing slightly. She watched as Xiao Zuo handed the medicine bowl to Xiao Qi'an, whose hand had already touched the edge of the bowl.

Just then, an unexpected change occurred.

Xiao Zuo let out a strange cry, withdrew his hand, and the medicine bowl fell to the ground and shattered. The splashed medicine stained Xiao Qi'an's moon-white clothes, staining the fine silk. Half of the medicine spilled onto the back of Xiao Qi'an's hand, turning his fair hand red.

Xiao Zuo's pupils contracted slightly. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Please forgive me, young master."

Xiao Lin rushed to Xiao Qi'an's side and called out, "Brother!" He hurriedly grabbed Xiao Qi'an's hand, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were full of anger as he looked at Xiao Zuo.

"You..." Feeling the increased pressure on his hand, Xiao Lin swallowed his rebuke. "Get down now!"

"Yes!" Xiao Zuo was covered in cold sweat and scrambled out of the hall.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and fetch a doctor!" Xiao Linyu said to the servants in the hall, still furious.

No one could stand this man's temper, and they all ran away in no time.

This actually helped Xiao Qi'an. He said to the furious Xiao Lin, "Ah Lin, I'm fine. I remember Huai Zhi once prepared some excellent medicine for me. It's in the medicine box in my room. Go and get it for me. I don't trust anyone else."

Xiao Lin nodded, "Okay."

*

After Xiao Lin left, Xiao Qi'an gathered his sleeves to cover the injury on his hand, his cold eyes looking directly at Chu Yun sitting in the chair, "Miss Wen, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Even under the gaze of eyes that seemed to see through everything, Chu Yun remained calm and asked, "What does Young Master mean by this?"

She was composed, her eyes clear and innocent, as if she truly didn't know what Xiao Qi'an was talking about.

“Young lady, you are a smart woman. Let’s not beat around the bush. You deliberately knocked over the medicine bowl. It shouldn’t have been a spur-of-the-moment thing. Did you notice something? It’s just the two of us here. Please speak freely,” Xiao Qi’an advised.