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

The day the Star-Picking Tower was completed should have been a joyous occasion, but the Great Qi Imperial Palace was shrouded in an aura of death.

First, Consort Zhao suffered a miscarriage and fell into a coma. Then, His Majesty dealt with Consort Shu, Consort Xian, and the Empress Dowager with swift and decisive measures. These three women, who held supreme positions in the harem, were demoted and confined to the palace overnight. Next, His Majesty executed a group of palace servants who were preparing food for the banquet. Blood stained the entire Shenxing Division, and the fear of death permeated every corner of the palace.

Outside the Hall of Diligent Governance, the Grand Commandant and the Prime Minister had been kneeling for a long time and were already exhausted, but Qi Jingheng ignored them and deliberately dragged out the palace servants from the palaces of Consort Shu and Consort Xian one by one and tortured them next to them, with screams of agony filling the air.

When Qi Qingjia arrived, a young eunuch with his head bowed was being carried away; he was clearly dead.

Caught off guard by a pool of crimson blood, Qi Qingjia narrowed her eyes. Had Qi Jingheng gone mad?

His face was ashen as he walked slowly forward.

Upon seeing Qi Qingjia, the Prime Minister and the Grand Commandant couldn't help but straighten up, clearly having something to say. Qi Qingjia gestured for them to be quiet before entering the Hall of Diligent Governance.

As they walked along, the palace maids and eunuchs of the Qin Zheng Hall held their breath and walked cautiously forward, already like frightened birds.

Qi Qingjia continued forward without showing any emotion, and upon reaching the inner room, she finally saw Qi Jingheng... and Consort Zhao.

Qi Jingheng was still wearing yesterday's clothes, his hair and crown were disheveled, and his clothes were stained with large patches of blood. Even when he heard footsteps, he did not react and continued to wipe the woman's face on the bed.

The woman he was treating with such care had her eyes tightly closed, her lips were white and gray, and she was surrounded by an aura of death. Only the slight rise and fall of her chest indicated that she still had a sliver of life.

"Nonsense!" Qi Qingjia scolded in a low voice.

He is the regent and also the emperor's uncle. In this situation, only Qi Qingjia would dare to speak to Qi Jingheng like this.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Jingheng paused slightly in the handkerchief he was holding, then turned his head blankly, revealing his bloodshot eyes to Qi Qingjia.

Qi Qingjia couldn't help but frown. Qi Jingheng was someone he had personally helped rise to power. Although incompetent, he wasn't entirely without merit. He was a very obedient and handy puppet. Therefore, over the years, Qi Qingjia hadn't treated Qi Jingheng badly. Seeing Qi Jingheng in such a disheveled state, Qi Qingjia couldn't help but be shocked.

In fact, this wasn't the first time Qi Qingjia had seen Qi Jingheng with a numb and desolate expression. Ten years ago, when the frail prince, whose life hung by a thread, knelt before him and begged for his protection, he looked exactly the same.

In a daze, Qi Qingjia thought he had returned to that night ten years ago.

"Uncle Emperor."

The hoarse, unpleasant voice pulled Qi Qingjia back to reality. Qi Qingjia looked Qi Jingheng up and down, her gaze becoming sharp.

"Qi Jingheng, what are you doing? Detaining the Empress Dowager and searching the Grand Commandant's and Prime Minister's residences, you really have some skills!" Qi Qingjia lowered his eyes and shouted sharply.

"They deserved it!" Qi Jingheng clenched his fists. "They ruined my child, they ruined A-Yun!"

Qi Qingjia sneered, "So what?"

"So they deserve to die!" Qi Jingheng raised his voice. "Imperial Uncle, I want them dead."

Qi Qingjia laughed angrily, "Do you know what you're saying? The Empress Dowager's family, the Prime Minister's family, the Grand Commandant's family—aren't they all powerful clans of the Great Qi? How many of their sons serve as officials in the court? You want to punish them for the sake of a concubine and an unborn child? Do you think that's possible?"

Qi Jingheng looked pained and suddenly knelt on the ground. "Please, Imperial Uncle, help me. I will do anything you ask if you can kill them."

Everyone said that Consort Zhao was barely clinging to life. Qi Qingjia looked at Qi Jingheng and realized he wasn't much better off, not far from going mad. He remained silent.

"Uncle, that's my child, only two months old, not even born yet. The Empress Dowager gave A-Yun a poisoned sachet, and Consort Shu and Consort Xian added blood-activating medicine to her food. They killed my child, they killed A-Yun, they deserve to die, and their families too. I not only want them dead, but I also want them to be destitute. If you don't help me, Uncle, I will make sure they pay the price." Qi Jingheng said hatefully.

Qi Qingjia knew everything Qi Jingheng said, but he simply couldn't believe that Qi Jingheng would disregard everything and offend the aristocratic families for these reasons. He glared at Qi Jingheng, scrutinizing him with an almost critical gaze, and found that Qi Jingheng was indeed filled with hatred, like a trapped beast in a desperate situation, wishing he could pounce and bite the enemy who had hurt him to death at any moment.

What he said wasn't a lie.

Qi Qingjia's eyes flickered slightly; this was actually a very good opportunity.

The regional princes had long since lost their power, but the powerful clans were blind to the situation and attempted to control the selection of officials, even daring to challenge his authority. Qi Qingjia was already trying to find ways to restrain the powerful clans, and now Qi Jingheng had given him a ready-made handle. If this matter was handled well, he could not only use Qi Jingheng's name to crush the arrogance of the powerful clans in one fell swoop, but also completely push Qi Jingheng to the opposite side of the powerful clans, while he himself would suffer virtually no loss.

It was a deal with only benefits and no drawbacks, and the temptation was too great for Qi Qingjia to resist. He softened his tone and asked, "The powerful families are so influential, are you really sure about this?"

Hearing the tone of his voice, Qi Jingheng knew there was hope, and said firmly, "Nephew has thought it through."

"Alright, I'll give you three thousand elite soldiers, and I'll also keep those people in the court in check. The rest is up to you." Qi Qingjia finally relented.

"Thank you, Imperial Uncle." Qi Jingheng's eyes showed gratitude.

Qi Qingjia helped him up. Having finalized a big deal, he also had the leisure to care for Qi Jingheng, saying, "You need to take good care of yourself. You can have more children in the future."

To gain Qi Qingjia's help, Qi Jingheng was constantly on edge. Although achieving his goal was something to be happy about, the mention of the child still made his eyes red and filled his mouth with the sweet, metallic taste of blood.

He already knew that he and A-Yun really had a child. When Physician Luo knelt down in front of him yesterday, he had a premonition. Sure enough, Physician Luo begged for mercy, claiming that the fake pregnancy drug was old and had made a mistake.

What a blunder!

It ruined him, ruined Ah Yun, and ruined their child.

He had only himself to blame; he had allowed the Empress Dowager, Consort Shu, and Consort Xian to harm Chu Yun step by step, and he had personally killed his own child. Knowing the truth, Qi Jingheng vomited blood and fainted under the horrified gaze of Imperial Physician Luo.

Despite sensing something was wrong so many times, he remained blinded by his own narrow perspective and stubbornly persisted in his own way.

Qi Jingheng smiled bitterly, "Uncle, rest assured, I will not let any of those who harmed A-Yun and the child go unpunished. Before that, I will not let anything happen to myself."