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

Qi Jingheng was undoubtedly handsome and had very keen senses. He naturally noticed Chu Yun's furtive gaze, but he didn't expose her. He continued walking forward without looking to the side and soon arrived at the bedside, where he placed Chu Yun on the bed.

Pretending under Qi Qingjia's nose is never an easy task. Fortunately, Qi Jingheng had experience in concealing his abilities when the late emperor was still alive. Although Qi Qingjia often tested him after he ascended the throne, he always managed to get through it without any major incidents.

However, Qi Qingjia never stopped testing him, and Qi Jingheng was on high alert every day, unable to relax even when he was favoring a concubine.

Qi Jingheng sees himself as a good-for-nothing who loves beautiful women, hates reading, and is completely dependent on his uncle Qi Qingjia. He is not afraid of being ridiculed, but he is afraid of Qi Qingjia seeing through his facade. He pretended to be like this when he was young, so that he was not targeted by the Empress Dowager and lived peacefully for more than ten years. It was also because of his faked personality that Qi Qingjia chose him to be a puppet. Qi Jingheng is very good at how to be a mediocre, incompetent, and somewhat lustful emperor.

After placing Chu Yun on the bed, he lowered the bed curtains and got on the bed as well, his large hand gripping Chu Yun's waist, pressing very close to her.

Layer upon layer of red bed curtains fell, like blooming petals, with two people nestled together in the center, reluctant to part.

Chu Yun's cheeks were flushed, as if she were drunk.

Qi Jingheng leaned close to her ear and whispered, "My beloved, the spring night is too short to waste."

As he spoke, he reached out his other hand and climbed up Chu Yun's back. Qi Jingheng clearly felt that after he said those words, the woman in his arms became even softer than before. She seemed to have lost her bones and subconsciously tugged at his clothes.

She was very nervous, her chest heaving. The rich fragrance of gardenias emanating from her filled the small space, creating a delightful and intoxicating aroma.

Qi Jingheng's throat bobbed slightly. He felt as if he were holding a delicate gardenia, slender, fragrant, and pure white.

This gardenia belonged to him alone, and unexpectedly suited his taste. Qi Jingheng, who had come to complete his mission, suddenly felt a touch of romance.

He gently lifted the gardenia, smelled the fragrance on the petals, and softly stroked them, peeling away the unsightly green leaves to reveal the gardenia's snow-white, layered petals, allowing the pure white gardenia to bloom in its most beautiful form.

It was raining outside the window, and the gardenias swayed gently in the sound of the rain. Even though they were indoors, they seemed to be drenched by the heavy rain, looking both delicate and pitiful.

The wind and rain showed no mercy to the flowers, and didn't stop until late into the night.

It wasn't raining in the Chu region, thousands of miles away, but the sky was covered with dark clouds. Feng Jinnian glanced at the dark sky outside the window and felt like he was suffocating.

"Your Highness, Commander Xu requests an audience," Feng Yijin relayed.

Feng Jinnian clenched the paper in his hand and stood up with a dark expression.

After he left, the note on the table was blown away by the wind that drifted in from the window. The note fluttered in the air, and although it was crumpled and wrinkled, the handwriting on it could still be vaguely made out—"Consort Qin will be favored tonight."

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After everything was over, Chu Yun returned to the original owner's body. She had been very energetic in the space just now, but now she felt very tired and sleepy. She tried to stay awake, but her eyes were half open. However, she couldn't fight off her tired body and soon fell asleep.

After washing up, Qi Jingheng walked towards the bed feeling refreshed. When he saw Chu Yun already asleep, his eyes darkened for a moment.

Chu Yun's face and body were covered in sweat, her black hair half-covered her face, spread out like seaweed, and her exposed skin was covered with terrible purplish-blue marks.

Qi Jingheng silently approached the bedside. As he got closer, he also noticed the marks on Chu Yun's body, a discovery that made the atmosphere around him even more tense.

He was not a tyrannical person and had no sadistic tendencies, but looking at the pitiful Chu Yun, Qi Jingheng couldn't help but wonder if he had used too much force just now.

As he thought about it, many images reappeared before his eyes.

A beautiful woman with a flushed face, a waist as supple as a willow branch, fair and delicate skin, and flowing hair...

Qi Jingheng admitted that he had lost control, especially when it was raining outside. The sound of the rain and the woman's low sobs intertwined, stimulating Qi Jingheng's nerves. The contrast between white and black, and the rich fragrance, made him reluctant to let go. So he went off the rails, disrupting his original plan, letting himself immerse himself in the soft and fragrant body, and even acting recklessly until the middle of the night.

He felt happy when he indulged, but when reason returned and his mind cleared, the feeling of being out of control sent chills down Qi Jingheng's spine.

If... if Qin Changzai wanted to kill him, he might not be able to escape.

Qi Jingheng's lips were pressed into a straight line, and his half-lowered eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, obscuring the expression in them.

After a long time, Qi Jingheng bent down and carried the woman on the bed to the side hall. The woman in his arms was sleeping restlessly, her brows were slightly furrowed, and there were tear stains on her face. In the dead of night, Qi Jingheng did not need to use his mind to pretend. Almost all his energy was focused on Chu Yun. His fingers touched Chu Yun's wrist. Her wrist was very thin, as if it could be broken with the slightest force, but her pulse was beating very strongly.

Fragile yet vibrant, delicate yet resilient, this is a living being.

Her presence made Qi Jingheng feel a glimmer of life emerge from his barren soul.

It was a strange, faint feeling, but one that couldn't be ignored.

Qi Jingheng did not continue to perceive this strangeness. He placed Chu Yun on the bed and left without looking back.

All the concubines in the Great Qi Palace knew that Qi Jingheng did not like to share a bed with anyone, so after being favored by the emperor, all the concubines would go to a side hall to rest.

Qi Jingheng originally thought that he would not see Chu Yun again after he finished cleaning up, but he did not expect that she would fall asleep from exhaustion.

Having just experienced intimate contact, he wouldn't be so cruel as to wake Chu Yun and make her go to the side hall by herself.

Since he couldn't bear to do it, he had to do it himself.

Qi Jingheng returned to the main hall, expecting to have difficulty falling asleep, but to his surprise, the scent of gardenias filling the bed helped him fall asleep quickly.

The next morning, Qi Jingheng woke up and, unusually, drifted into a daze.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had slept so soundly and so well.

When Eunuch Gao entered, he found that Qi Jingheng was already awake, and hurriedly called a maid to help him dress.

Qi Jingheng was already dressed when Chu Yun finally arrived.

She walked slowly, supported by her maid.

Because her head was lowered, Qi Jingheng couldn't see her face clearly, but he could tell from her movements that she must be very uncomfortable.

After a night's rest, he's still not better? Qi Jingheng wondered, his previously good mood now clouded over.