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

“In broad daylight, under the clear sky, it is not appropriate for the young master to slander me with mere words. Everything requires evidence. Please provide the evidence, young master.” Chu Yun refused to admit it.

Xiao Qi'an smiled faintly, "Young lady, your martial arts are superb. Using water as a weapon to knock down the teacup is indeed a clever technique. However, that drop of tea has long since disappeared without a trace, and I truly have no evidence to provide."

"Since that's the case, I think the young master doesn't need to say anything more. I still need to practice my skills, so I'll have to excuse myself." Chu Yun stood up and was about to leave.

Just as I turned around, Xiao Qi'an's voice came from behind me, "Please wait, young lady!"

Looking back, she met Xiao Qi'an's deep eyes, and saw him slightly part his thin lips, "Miss Wen... take care!"

Chu Yun could see his restraint and repression. He clearly wanted to get information out of her, yet he managed to hold back. So she raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "A son of a wealthy family should not sit under a dangerous roof. Young master, please be careful of the people around you."

Xiao Qi'an narrowed his eyes slightly. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, I just don't like people playing tricks under my nose."

Without any deliberate attempt to flatter or curry favor, and without the usual aloofness and indifference, the girl's lips curved into a beautiful smile as she spoke, exuding extreme pride, like a lazy cat.

She was so radiant, so different from her usual self, that even though she had already walked far away, Xiao Qi'an couldn't take his eyes off her.

At first glance, she was sharp and aloof; upon second meeting, she deliberately distanced herself; yet just now, she offered her help. This woman truly acts as she pleases, openly and honestly, leaving Xiao Qi'an feeling wistful and... also filled with admiration.

Xiao Qi'an was only distracted for a moment, and before Xiao Lin returned, he had already composed himself.

"Brother, the medicine has been found." Xiao Lin quickly walked to Xiao Qi'an's side, squatted down, and applied the medicine to him.

Taking advantage of this moment, Xiao Qi'an lowered his voice and whispered in Xiao Lin's ear, "Ah Lin, go check this bowl of medicine and the dregs from brewing it."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Lin's eyes flashed, then his entire being was enveloped in a chilling aura, his face ashen. "How dare he..."

"Alright, I don't need you here. Go investigate this matter quickly, and don't alert the enemy," Xiao Qi'an reassured him.

"Yes." Xiao Lin secretly hid a piece of broken bowl stained with medicine.

Before long, the doctor arrived, and Xiao Lin took the opportunity to leave.

Servants and doctors surrounded Xiao Qi'an, a large group of people watching him nervously, fearing that he might make the slightest mistake.

But what flashed through Xiao Qi'an's mind was Chu Yun's smiling eyes as she left.

She made it very clear that she knocked over the medicine bowl not for him.

Why does he still think of her?

*

Chu Yun's days at Xiao Yue Manor were rather monotonous; besides taking care of the Longevity Tree, she practiced martial arts.

The selection process was supposed to begin as soon as one entered Xiaoyue Manor, but after waiting for nearly two days, there was still no sign of the next round of the competition.

As luck would have it, Chu Yun had just returned to her residence when someone called everyone together.

“You have all been in Xiaoyue Manor for two days now, and I imagine you have rested well. Today, please join me for the official selection competition,” said a dignified-looking middle-aged man.

Chu Yun and the others followed behind him, none of them daring to speak easily.

Gu Silang tiptoed to Chu Yun's side. "Miss Wen, we meet again."

He laughed heartily, his eyes and brows brimming with joy.

"Mm." Chu Yun nodded slightly.

Gu Silang was also perceptive. He could tell that she didn't want to talk, so he just silently followed beside her the whole way without saying a word.

"Today's selection competition tests your memory. Each of you has a book of mnemonic devices on your desk. Memorize as many as you can, within the time limit of one incense stick. When the time is up, you must write down the mnemonic devices you have memorized on paper. The more the better. The bottom thirty will be eliminated." The middle-aged man announced the competition rules.

The mental techniques of martial arts are fundamental. Memorizing the mental techniques and formulas will make it easier to integrate them in the future. Therefore, it is not unreasonable to set up a selection process that tests memory.

No one dared to delay, so they each found a desk and sat down. The moment the words "The competition begins" were uttered, they raced against time to memorize the mnemonic.

The more urgent the situation, the less one should lose composure. Among everyone present, Chu Yun was the calmest, and she was also the last to open the incantation.

Moreover, while everyone else was either memorizing or writing and memorizing in the hopes of remembering more, Chu Yun quickly flipped through the pages, glanced at it once, closed the book, then propped her head up with her hand, her gaze fixed on the window, unfocused, clearly lost in thought.

Such actions not only caught the eye of the middle-aged man who was the inspector, but also those who had secretly followed him in.

"Time's up." As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, someone came to collect the books.

Chu Yun lay on the desk, her pen moving swiftly. This time, she wasn't the first to finish the dictation; instead, she was the last.

Even after everyone else had handed in their papers, Chu Yun was still writing. She sat up straight and wrote each stroke with utmost care.

Some people were getting impatient. "They're just being silly. They didn't study properly earlier, so they can't remember things accurately and can't write them down from memory. Now they're making us wait here in vain."

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe she remembers too much, which is why she writes slowly." Some people disagreed. Everyone had seen how Chu Yun had behaved since entering the manor, and she was definitely not a lazy or stupid person.

"Whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll have to wait and see the final result."

......

After handing in their papers, they had to go outside to wait. Since no one could see what was happening inside the room, they could only speculate from the outside.

Idleness breeds trouble, and at this moment, almost everyone's eyes were on Chu Yun.

Chu Yun put down her pen, handed in her paper, and walked out. Every move she made was under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Miss Wen, you've finally come out," Gu Silang said with a smile.

Chu Yun didn't say anything, but silently walked towards Gu Silang and stood beside him.

"Miss Wen, how much of it did you memorize? I racked my brains, but I only managed to remember half of it," Gu Silang asked curiously.

"Half as much as you," Chu Yun said calmly.

"More than half?" Gu Silang's eyes widened. "You mean you memorized it all?"

Chu Yun: "Exactly."

"Pfft—" someone sneered, "They're really bragging to the heavens!"

The tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind. Chu Yun's martial arts skills are high, and with Xiao Lin's high-profile attempts to curry favor, there are always people who dislike Chu Yun. Even if they can't beat her, they will still make sarcastic remarks.

Chu Yun didn't care, but Gu Silang got angry instead. "I believe Miss Wen wouldn't lie. You eavesdropped on our conversation and spoke rudely. Isn't that extremely impolite!"

The man blushed and retorted, "I'm just stating the facts. How could she possibly memorize such a long mantra in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn? What else could it be but utter nonsense!"

"You..." Gu Silang was about to say something when he was interrupted by the proctor's voice.

"The assessment results are in."