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

The light before dawn symbolizes hope and the future for those who have been in darkness.

Just as a moth will fly into a flame for a glimmer of light, those who are in darkness are equally willing to risk everything to see the light again.

Chu Yun stared at the dark sky outside, speechless for a long time.

Feng Jinnian glanced sideways and saw Chu Yun deep in thought. At that moment, he could tell from her unfocused eyes and the desolation she exuded that she was very lonely. He knew that kind of loneliness well, a loneliness permeated with coldness and fear. For some reason, Feng Jinnian felt a little sorry for the woman in front of him.

Perhaps it was because they had once shared the same plight, or perhaps it was the joy of impending liberation that made him more tolerant of those around him, but Feng Jinnian asked, "Is something on your mind?"

Chu Yun stiffened slightly and turned to look at Feng Jinnian. She was like a doll that had experienced a stress reaction. Although she subconsciously responded to Feng Jinnian's question, she herself had not yet recovered from the pain, and her eyes were still filled with confusion.

After a while, Chu Yun finally regained her senses. The fragility and pain on her face gradually faded, replaced by a faint disguise. Just like usual, she showed a proper smile, as if everything just now was Feng Jinnian's illusion.

"I'm fine," Feng Jinnian said upon hearing Chu Yun's words.

"Is that so?" Feng Jinnian remained noncommittal. "I'm in a good mood today and can't stand anyone spoiling the mood. If you really want something, you can tell me, and perhaps I will grant your request."

The warm light shone on Chu Yun's jade-like face, and Feng Jinnian clearly saw that she was momentarily moved, and a crack appeared in her polite smile. But it was only for a moment, and she quickly returned to normal.

Then he heard her voice, "I only wish to stay by the Crown Prince's side; I ask for nothing more."

Feng Jinnian closed his eyes. "Whatever you say."

A liar who spews nothing but lies doesn't deserve his pity.

Strangely, although he knew Chu Yun was lying, Feng Jinnian was not angry.

He examined Chu Yun as if she were a bird, always composed, because he knew that this bird could never escape his grasp.

The night flowed quietly, and Chu Yun and Feng Jinnian did not exchange another word.

As dawn breaks, the filth hidden in the darkness is exposed, and some people usher in their own light, while others fall into the deepest hell.

"Your Highness, I have urgent news to report." A knock came at the door, followed by Feng Yi's voice.

Chu Yun heard the sound while half asleep and half awake. She quickly got up and went to Feng Jinnian's bedside. She saw that his eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep. Fearing that she would delay important matters, she wanted to wake him up.

Before she could even speak, Feng Jinnian opened his eyes, and Chu Yun, caught off guard, found herself face to face with him.

The brief eye contact caused Chu Yun's heart to skip a beat. The moment Feng Jinnian regained consciousness, his eyes were terrifying, gleaming with a cold, icy light.

What was even more terrifying was that Chu Yun noticed that while he was conscious, he adopted a defensive posture, like a cheetah that would pounce and bite her neck at any moment. Although he quickly suppressed this physical instinct, Chu Yun was still apprehensive.

"What's wrong?" Feng Jinnian asked calmly.

Chu Yun forced a smile. "A guard named Feng Yi is outside requesting an audience, saying he has important matters to report."

Feng Jinnian nodded. "Let him in."

Chu Yun agreed and turned around to open the door.

Behind her, Feng Jinnian's face suddenly darkened, and his hand on the brocade quilt tightened involuntarily.

He actually fell asleep in front of Chu Yun without any guard up, which was definitely not a good thing for him.

An unreadable emotion flashed in Feng Jinnian's eyes. After hearing a series of footsteps, he concealed his shock and anger and regained his composure.

Feng Yi stepped forward and knelt down. "Your Highness, this is a secret report sent back from Chu."

Feng Jinnian glanced at Chu Yun, who bowed her head and took the letter from Feng Yi's hand, then respectfully presented it to Feng Jinnian.

Chu Yun keenly sensed that Feng Jinnian's fingers trembled slightly when he took the letter. Although he appeared calm on the surface, Chu Yun knew very well that he was far from at peace inside.

The letter contained only one line: "A great fire broke out at the Zhennan Prince's Mansion at night, and no one survived. The land of Chu is in chaos."

Feng Jinnian gripped the letter so tightly that his knuckles turned bluish-white.

He had painstakingly planned for this day, and after twelve long years of waiting, the clouds had finally parted and the moon was shining brightly.

A myriad of emotions surged within Feng Jinnian's chest, including not only the most intense joy but also a profound sense of sorrow.

After today, his only remaining family member will be the Prince of Zhennan.

The place where he grew up will never exist again.

All the pain and joy vanished with a single fire.

Feng Jinnian curled his lips, but found himself unable to laugh out loud, and his eyes also felt a little warm.

"Get out of here," he said coldly.

"Yes." Chu Yun and Feng Yi responded in unison and turned to leave.

Feng Jinnian was still smiling. He reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his fingers repeatedly stroking the letter.

"When you killed my mother that day, did you ever think you'd end up like this?" he murmured, his smile deepening.

Feng Jinnian threw off the covers and got out of bed. He casually put on an outer garment, walked out of the room, and went alone to the ancestral hall he had set up in the Prince's residence without letting anyone follow him. There, only a memorial tablet was placed, which belonged to his mother.

When he came to the capital, he held onto this memorial tablet the whole time, refusing to let go no matter what anyone said.

From that time on, his reputation for being unruly and dissolute spread.

Those who criticize him will never know how much he wanted his mother to leave that disgusting place.

“Mother, do you see? Those who hurt and humiliated you have all paid the price. Your son has sent them down to apologize to you.”

As Feng Jinnian spoke, he took out incense and lit it.

"Don't worry, the last one will go to atone for your sins soon." He placed the incense and candles, but his eyes caught sight of the jasmine flowers blooming brightly next to the memorial tablet.

The jasmine flowers were in full bloom, delicate and beautiful, with a few dewdrops still clinging to their petals, indicating that they had just been placed there.

The delicate scent of jasmine is mixed with a familiar aroma.

Feng Jinnian pulled his coat tighter around himself, lowered his eyes, and left.

He arrived outside the greenhouse and, sure enough, saw that familiar figure.

The woman bent over tending to the flowers and plants, her waist as supple as a willow branch. She was still wearing yesterday's light blue silk dress, looking fresh and beautiful. Standing amidst the spring-filled room, she was not at all inferior.

Feng Jinnian stood still, quietly watching Chu Yun, without making a sound to disturb her.

He saw her like a fluttering butterfly, dancing among the flowers, her slender fingers playing with the petals, occasionally looking down and chuckling softly.

The long-suppressed, thick bitterness in his heart suddenly washed over him. For a moment, Feng Jinnian wished time could stop and preserve this beautiful and vibrant moment for him.