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

Feng Jinnian didn't want anyone to accompany her, so Chu Yun naturally didn't force her. She quickly returned to her room, sat on the soft couch and embroidered. Before long, several lifelike peonies took shape under her hands. The sachet she was wearing was a bit old, so she planned to make another one, filled with peonies and a few invigorating herbs.

The sachet was gradually taking shape, and only the finishing touches were needed. Just then, Chu Yun suddenly heard footsteps. She subconsciously picked up the scissors from the bamboo strips and assumed a defensive posture. Her heart, which had been pounding, suddenly dropped when she saw that it was Feng Jinnian who had entered.

Chu Yun breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put down the scissors in her hand, and got up to greet Feng Jinnian.

"Your Highness." Upon seeing Feng Jinnian's obviously unpleasant expression, Chu Yun suddenly found herself unable to utter the words she wanted to say.

Feng Jinnian always paid attention to his appearance and was also good at concealing his thoughts. During this period, in order to gain the trust of Qi Qingjia and Qi Jingheng, he often deliberately exaggerated his sick appearance. But this time was different from before. He seemed to be in real pain, and his whole body was almost broken. The deep and unfathomable look in his eyes was no longer there, nor was the frivolous and fierce look he had pretended to have. Instead, there was a thick sadness. His hair was hanging down his back, and water dripped down his head. He looked like he had just escaped from drowning after going through a lot of hardships. His eyes were on the verge of despair, and his body was trembling slightly. They conveyed a message to those around him: he was very scared and in great pain.

Chu Yun looked at Feng Jinnian, and Feng Jinnian also gazed at Chu Yun. Perhaps because it was late at night, she took off the mask she had worn during the day, revealing her beautiful face. The beauty mark under her left eye was even more dazzling in the candlelight. Noticing the worry and pity in her eyes because of him, Feng Jinnian actually felt that those painful memories were not so hard to accept.

He took a step forward and pulled the still bewildered Chu Yun into his arms. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and he used a lot of force, making Chu Yun almost feel as if he were melting her into his body.

In front of her was Feng Jinnian's burning chest, and behind her was his tight embrace. Chu Yun felt herself being enveloped by Feng Jinnian's breath. Her body stiffened, and she didn't know how to react.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while." Feng Jinnian leaned gently on Chu Yun's shoulder, his voice low.

With those words from him, Chu Yun dared not move again. She tried to hug Feng Jinnian back, hoping to give him some strength.

The moment Chu Yun's hand climbed onto his back, Feng Jinnian's heart skipped a beat, and then he hugged Chu Yun even tighter.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Jinnian finally released Chu Yun.

"What's wrong with you?" Chu Yun asked first.

Feng Jinnian pursed his lips and remained silent.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then I won't ask. Let me dry your hair first; it's windy at night, so be careful not to catch a cold," Chu Yun said.

Seeing that Feng Jinnian did not refuse, she reached out and took his hand, leading him to sit on the soft couch where she had just been sitting.

"Please wait here for a moment, I'll go get a towel," Chu Yun said softly.

Feng Jinnian nodded, and although he responded to Chu Yun, he was still not in good condition. Chu Yun did not ask any more questions and turned around to get a towel. When she came back, she saw Feng Jinnian holding the sachet she was almost finished making, lost in thought.

"Your Highness?" Chu Yun called softly.

Feng Jinnian looked up at her and finally spoke: "Did you make this?"

"Yes," Chu Yun said as she walked.

"It looks great," Feng Jinnian exclaimed.

Chu Yun smiled and said, "If you like, I will embroider one for you, but I don't know what kind of pattern you would like."

Feng Jinnian smiled and said, "Peony flowers are very nice. I want this one."

Chu Yun asked in surprise, "Are you sure you want this?"

“The scent of peonies on you is the same as the scent of your sachet, I like it very much,” Feng Jinnian said.

Because of his unintentional remark, Chu Yunru's face flushed slightly, and Feng Jinnian realized that his words were somewhat inappropriate, so he quickly looked away.

Because of this incident, the previously tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared, and the two of them found themselves in an awkward situation.

Chu Yun coughed lightly, "Let me dry your hair first."

Feng Jinnian immediately replied, "Okay."

He put the sachet back into the bamboo strips and waited quietly for Chu Yun to come forward. Soon, he felt his hair being gently lifted and a soft towel being gently wiped over his hair.

As he smelled the faint fragrance of peonies, Feng Jinnian gradually relaxed. He suddenly felt the urge to confide in someone. After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly spoke, "I just remembered something very bad."

Chu Yun's voice came from behind, "If those things cause you a lot of pain, you don't have to say them."

Feng Jinnian: "No, because you're by my side, I don't think those things are so scary."

He paused for a moment and began to explain why he had lost his composure today.

If Feng Jinnian's most painful experience was the death of the Princess Consort of Zhennan, then his greatest fear was drinking medicine and taking so-called medicinal baths.

He still remembers that after the death of the Princess of Zhennan, he often had nightmares in the middle of the night. The doctor that Consort Guo found made him drink bitter medicine every day, which was so bitter that it made him nauseous. After drinking the medicine, he was made to take a medicinal bath. This was fine until one day, when he was young, he was pressed down hard in the bath tub. The bitter medicine water poured over his head and into his lungs. That was the moment he came closest to death.

Rather than saying he was afraid of taking medicine and taking medicinal baths, he was more afraid of the helplessness of being on the verge of death and powerless to do anything about it, just as he could only watch his mother die and he had no control over his own life.

His childhood, filled with shadows, forms the underlying tone of Feng Jinnian's life. He has always kept this matter deep in his heart and never thought that one day he could calmly talk about these past events.

Since it was Chu Yun, it didn't seem so difficult for her to bring this up.

“I have been afraid of water ever since. Bathing and swimming make my whole body stiff. But I know that I can’t have a weakness. My enemies could use this to kill me at any time. So I forced myself to come into contact with water to overcome my fear. Later I was no longer afraid of water, but I was always afraid of medicinal baths. Just now, when I smelled the strong smell of medicine, I felt like I was about to suffocate. It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can’t get rid of this fear.”

As soon as Feng Jinnian finished speaking, he felt Chu Yun behind him suddenly release his hair. Her voice was muffled and sad, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone."

He turned around and found that Chu Yun was already in tears.

The first time Feng Jinnian saw Chu Yun's tears, he felt only disgust, but this time, he felt heartache.

There was someone in this world who cried for him and shed tears for him. This feeling made Feng Jinnian feel both heartbroken and deeply moved. His heart felt as if it were soaking in water that was both sour and sweet, filled with mixed emotions and at a loss.