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

A storm was brewing for the Great Qi Dynasty a few days from now.

Upon returning to Chu, the Prince of Zhennan immediately mustered his troops. The scale of the campaign was so great that those unaware of the situation might have thought that barbarians had invaded again and that he needed to rush to the front lines.

When King Chen returned to Qin, he did not even have time to hold a funeral for his son before he immediately mustered his troops.

The Emperor issued several imperial edicts, but they failed to stop them from taking action.

That night, thunder rumbled in the sky, perhaps the heavens sensed the impending calamity for the Great Qi.

The continuous heavy rain and damp air easily evoked memories of a few years ago for the people of Daqi.

At that time, the late emperor stationed troops on the border, forcibly conscripting men to fight. Almost all the people in the border cities were soldiers, and they gave their lives to defend their homes. The people in the rich areas around the capital were wiped out, and each family could only keep enough food to barely feed themselves. All the rest of the food was confiscated and sent to the border cities to be used as military rations.

An unjust war is doomed to failure. The four barbarian tribes joined forces to resist Qi, and Qi suffered repeated defeats. If it weren't for the divine intervention of the Prince of Zhennan, Qi might have ceased to exist.

The people of Daqi never imagined that the Prince of Zhennan, whom they once regarded as their guardian deity, would one day pose a threat to them. The horrors of the Rebellion of the Seven Princes were still fresh in their minds, with the flames of war almost engulfing the entire Daqi. The historians wrote frankly, labeling the rebellious princes as traitors and villains, removing them from the imperial genealogy, and forbidding them from being buried in the imperial mausoleum. The people thought that the title of treacherous and rebellious minister had never been associated with the Prince of Zhennan, but now they had doubts. However, thinking of the near-total loss of the Prince of Zhennan's relatives, they felt a pang of regret, lamenting that such a powerful figure had been forced into such a predicament.

“Mother, look, he’s gone mad. He’s actually mobilizing troops for war.” Feng Jinnian lit incense and candles. “He is indeed ambitious. He wants to take this opportunity to rise to power. He’s so eager to seek his own death without even needing me to provoke him. But don’t worry, I will make him fall hard.”

He placed the incense and candles, but before he could kneel, a metallic taste rose in his throat, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

The current situation is entirely due to Feng Jinnian's strategic planning. He needed to accurately predict the actions and intentions of each faction in order to successfully orchestrate the plan.

He had to anticipate the thoughts of everyone, including the Prince of Zhennan's ambition to become emperor, Qi Jingheng's desire to seize power, the Regent's expectation to monopolize power, and the schemes of the aristocratic families and other vassal kings. At the same time, he also had to consider all possible unforeseen circumstances. The amount of thought he had to expend was countless.

With one move, the whole game fell apart. After waking up, Feng Jinnian could only relax for a while when he was with Chu Yun. The rest of the time was spent dealing with various secret reports. He was severely sleep-deprived, and the lingering effects of the bone-deep intoxication in his body were constantly tormenting his nerves. He was already exhausted, but he still forced himself to come to the memorial tablet of the former Princess Zhennan, wanting to tell her the good news of the past few days.

He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Young Master?" The familiar voice behind him made Feng Jinnian stiffen slightly. He curled up his blood-stained left hand, made a fist and placed it in front of him, while his right hand was placed naturally behind him. He slowly turned around and, as expected, saw Chu Yun approaching gracefully.

She held a simple white bottle, inside which jasmine flowers were in full bloom. The woman's delicate, jade-like skin and the pure, beautiful jasmine flowers complemented each other, creating an unbelievable scene. Feng Jinnian was slightly stunned.

It wasn't until Chu Yun bowed in greeting that Feng Jinnian's vision shifted from Chu Yun's masked face to her smooth, black hair, and he finally came to his senses. "No need for such formalities."

Chu Yun straightened up, looking puzzled. "Shouldn't you be taking a medicinal bath in your room right now?"

According to the conventional treatment methods known to everyone, Feng Jinnian's body poison requires him to take medicine on time every day and take medicinal baths regularly. However, he seems to be very resistant to taking medicine and always tries to find ways to delay it. During this period, Chu Yun has to remind him to take the medicine every time, and sometimes she has to watch him take the medicine.

He was well-behaved today, holding the medicine bowl and pretending to take medicine early in the morning. Chu Yun thought he would take a medicinal bath after taking the medicine, so she left with peace of mind. She was going to the accounting office to settle and check the accounts of the past few days when she suddenly remembered that today was the day to change the flowers in the ancestral hall. So she went to the flower room and picked a few jasmine flowers that were in full bloom and brought them to the ancestral hall.

Chu Yun was shocked to find that the person who was supposed to be taking a medicinal bath was actually in the ancestral hall.

Feng Jinnian feigned a puzzled expression, "Really?"

Chu Yun raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that right? I remember reminding you before dinner."

Feng Jinnian maintained a puzzled expression, "Perhaps due to the poisoning, this young master's memories are becoming disordered..."

Before he could finish speaking, the woman in front of him showed a look of shock and pain. Under her gaze, Feng Jinnian found himself unable to utter the next words.

After all, this was indeed an excuse he made up. He not only hated taking medicine, but also hated medicinal baths. Every time he took medicine or had a medicinal bath, it would evoke bad memories for him. Moreover, he needed to be seriously ill, preferably close to death, so that Qi Jingheng and Qi Qingjia could feel more at ease. Therefore, he avoided taking medicine and medicinal baths even more recklessly.

Anyway, Chu Wushuang couldn't stop him. After drinking the medicine in front of Chu Yun, Feng Jinnian left the room and went to the ancestral hall.

Just as Chu Yun hadn't expected him to appear here, Feng Jinnian also hadn't expected Chu Yun to follow him so closely and catch him red-handed.

"But you don't need to worry too much, this is all normal. As long as you take your medicine on time, it will improve one day." Feng Jinnian changed the subject and began to comfort Chu Yun.

Unfortunately, the effect was minimal; Chu Yun's lips remained taut, and her once relaxed brows furrowed slightly.

"You should go back to your medicinal bath as soon as possible," she urged.

Feng Jinnian nodded in agreement, "Alright, I'll go back to the medicinal bath after I've kowtowed to my mother."

Hearing him say that, Chu Yun finally felt relieved, and took a step forward with the vase in her hands, saying, "I'll go and release the flowers."

"Give it to me," Feng Jinnian said.

Chu Yun was slightly taken aback and looked at him in confusion, only to see that Feng Jinnian had already reached out his hand.

She could only agree, "Yes."

Feng Jinnian took the vase and placed it on the table. He turned to look at Chu Yun and said, "Thank you for your trouble in preparing these."

"This is all what I should do, I dare not take credit for it," Chu Yun hurriedly said.

“There’s no right or wrong. You’re the only one who thought of preparing jasmine flowers for my mother.” Feng Jinnian said with utmost seriousness, his eyes clearly reflecting Chu Yun’s image, as if he wanted to etch her into his heart.

He continued, "This was her favorite flower when she was alive."

Although the Princess Consort of Zhennan was the most important person in Feng Jinnian's life, he was not that observant. He had to pretend to be a playboy and guard against hidden attacks, so he rarely noticed the details. Even he would not have remembered that this flower was his mother's favorite if he hadn't seen the jasmine flowers prepared by Chu Yun. The hired servants would not have thought of this either.

Such thoughtfulness and genuine concern for his mother—over all these years, only Chu Yun has shown such care and consideration. She deserves this gratitude.