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

When Chu Yun saw Feng Jinnian again, he was changing his clothes.

Three or four maids stood to one side holding trays, while his most trusted maid, Qingluo, carefully smoothed the hem of his clothes and came to him to tie his belt.

"Get out of here." He gestured for Qingluo to leave, then stared intently at Chuyun. "Ayun, come and serve me."

He emphasized Chu Yun's name, his tone gentle and tender, a hint of a smile playing on his usually aloof eyes.

As Chu Yun said, to avoid trouble, she wore a silver mask that covered most of her face, revealing only her diamond-shaped lips, her small and delicate chin, and her almond-shaped eyes that seemed to speak.

Upon hearing Feng Jinnian's words, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she didn't say anything more and quietly stepped forward.

As Chu Yun moved, Feng Jinnian keenly noticed a faint fragrance of peonies in the room.

The fragrance was not strong and would not be cloying. Instead, it reminded people of the delicate beauty of peonies after the rain, which was completely different from the strong perfume he smelled in the morning. At least it did not make him feel nauseous.

The scent of roses, which reminded him of the smell of cosmetics, successfully worsened Feng Jinnian's mood. When he looked at Chu Yun again, his eyes grew even colder. The woman in front of him was no different from the other women in the mansion. Even though the scent on her body did not disgust him, he still could not like her.

Feng Jinnian's thoughts raced for a moment, while Chu Yun had already come to his side, carefully taking the belt from Qingluo's hand and bending down to fasten it for Feng Jinnian.

The fragrance of roses lingering around his nose grew stronger. Feng Jinnian looked down and could only see Chu Yun's curled eyelashes. She moved skillfully and quickly tied her belt. At this moment, she was hanging sachets, jade pendants and other items on his belt.

After helping Feng Jinnian get dressed, Chu Yun stood to the side with her head bowed.

Feng Jinnian saw his attire in the mirror—a priceless, exquisitely luxurious silk robe, a jade pendant worth as much as a three-courtyard house in the capital, and a silver crescent blade personally bestowed upon him by the Emperor…

His attire perfectly matched his reputation for extravagance, debauchery, and dissolute behavior, making it ideal for attending the banquet.

It's just missing something.

Feng Jinnian glanced at Chu Yun and saw that her exposed chin was unadorned, and even her lipstick was only applied with a thin layer. He knew that he couldn't count on her.

"Ah Yun, come with me."

Before Chu Yun could even reply, Feng Jinnian turned and left.

Chu Yun only managed to catch a glimpse of his back before quickly taking steps to follow.

Chu Yun was unfamiliar with the layout of the Prince's residence and did not know where they were going. She simply followed Feng Jinnian with her head down, passing through two gates and a long covered corridor, and stopped in front of a small courtyard.

Feng Jinnian didn't explain anything and stepped into the courtyard.

After walking halfway down the path, before even reaching the main house, someone approached. Before they arrived, their voice preceded their arrival—a charming and alluring female voice, as if sweetened with honey.

"Young Master, you've arrived. Why didn't you send a servant to announce your arrival?"

Chu Yun landed behind Feng Jinnian, slightly raised her eyes, and saw the face of the newcomer. The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, but her features had already matured, and she was dazzlingly beautiful. The hairpins and ornaments in her hair were very expensive, and the fabric of her clothes was also a very precious satin, which was unique to Jiangnan.

Based on her attire and how she addressed Feng Jinnian, it's not hard to guess her identity.

Sure enough, the next moment Chu Yun saw the woman throw herself into Feng Jinnian's arms, followed by the woman's dejected voice, "The young master left so early this morning. A Yuan thought I hadn't served you well last night and made you angry."

She snuggled against Feng Jinnian, her expression somewhat coquettish.

"How could I be angry? The Prince's mansion is full of spring colors, and A-Yuan has always been the one who suits my heart the most. How could I be angry with you?" Feng Jinnian put one arm around the woman's shoulder and placed the other hand on her slender waist.

The tone of his voice at that moment was something Chu Yun had never heard before; it was excessively gentle, and even his eyes were so tender they could almost drip water.

"Really?" A-Yuan asked, half-believing.

“Of course it’s true. You’ve been with me all these years. How could you not know how I’ve treated you?” Feng Jinnian said in a low voice.

A-Yuan was a little shy. She covered her face with her handkerchief and struggled to get out of Feng Jinnian's arms. "A-Yuan has always remembered how good the young master was to me. I dare not forget it for a moment."

She looked up at Feng Jinnian, her eyes filled with sincere and ardent affection.

Feng Jinnian smiled back, looking at her with equal tenderness.

The two were deeply in love, which Chu Yun witnessed, and her heart was filled with doubts. She frowned and pondered, but when she looked up again, she found that Feng Jinnian had turned around and glanced at her, his eyes icy cold.

"A-Yuan knows that Your Highness is attending a banquet today, so she specially prepared some pastries for you. Would you like to take them with you?"

The moment the woman's voice rang out, Feng Jinnian's scrutinizing gaze vanished, as if he had merely glanced casually behind him.

“You’re so thoughtful, knowing I don’t like any of those pastries from outside,” Feng Jinnian said.

Hearing this, A-Yuan was overjoyed and immediately ordered someone to fetch pastries, while she stood obediently to the side, her eyes fixed on Feng Jinnian.

Feng Jinnian would occasionally return her smile.

After the pastries were delivered, Feng Yi took them. Feng Jinnian then spoke with A Yuan for a while, but did not go inside. He only said that he needed to go to the banquet early today and that A Yuan should stay in the mansion and wait for him to return.

A-Yuan naturally had no objections and escorted Feng Jinnian all the way to the courtyard gate before reluctantly turning to leave at Feng Jinnian's urging.

Feng Jinnian watched A Yuan leave, and the moment her figure disappeared, the tenderness in his eyes turned into a bone-chilling coldness.

He turned around and walked forward without saying a word, not uttering another word until he got into the carriage.

At Feng Yi's signal, Chu Yun got into the carriage. As soon as she opened the door, she was met with Feng Jinnian's frighteningly cold eyes, and she froze on the spot, somewhat at a loss.

Seeing Chu Yun's embarrassment, Feng Jinnian did not speak immediately. Instead, he carefully wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, then stared at Chu Yun, looking her up and down before finally speaking, "Come in."

Chu Yun felt as if she had been granted a pardon and bent down to get into the carriage.

The carriage was large and luxurious. Chu Yun sat by the door, several people away from Feng Jinnian.

Someone knocked on the door. It was Feng Yi. "Young Master, these are pastries sent by Lady Yuan."

Feng Jinnian glanced at Chu Yun coldly and said in a chilling voice, "Bring it in."

Chu Yun: "Yes."

She opened the door, took the food box from Feng Yi's hand, and when she turned around, she found that Feng Jinnian had closed his eyes and dared not speak. She slowly walked to the table inside the carriage and placed the food box on it.

"Open."

Just as Chu Yun was about to return to her seat, Feng Jinnian suddenly spoke. He didn't even open his eyes, yet he seemed to be able to see everything Chu Yun was doing.