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

Qi Qingjia smiled and stepped forward slowly, "I naturally trust Consort Zhao."

Chu Yun gripped the jade bottle tightly in her hand and said in a hoarse voice, "If it's not to monitor me, then what exactly does Your Highness want to do? This is not a place for you."

"Not a place I should be?" Qi Qingjia suppressed the slight curve of her lips, her eyes filled with coldness. "There is no place in this world that I cannot or should not go."

What arrogant words! And yet, it was Qi Qingjia, the regent of the Great Qi, who uttered them. His arrogant words, when spoken, no longer sounded weak, but rather carried an unquestionable certainty.

Chu Yun breathed a sigh of relief and tried to reason with him, "Qi Jingheng is coming soon. If he finds out you're in my tent, everything will be over."

Her body had stopped trembling, but her face was even paler than before, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Qi Qingjia inwardly disliked Chu Yun's timidity, but her voice softened considerably, "Don't worry, Qi Jingheng won't be here anytime soon, and I've dealt with the guards outside. As for you, with such a cowardly heart, are you sure you can bring yourself to do it?"

“Of course I can do it. Qi Jingheng harmed me and my child, and I will never let him go. Besides, from the moment I agreed to the prince's request, I had no room for regret, did I?” Chu Yun met Qi Qingjia's gaze with a bitter expression. She tugged at the corners of her lips, wanting to laugh but unable to.

Qi Qingjia found her appearance inexplicably irritating, looked away, and said in a deep voice, "It's good that you understand. I'm just reminding you again, never be soft-hearted. Once you are soft-hearted, it won't just be you who dies, but also your family, friends, and everyone related to you will be implicated."

Chu Yun's hand holding the jade bottle trembled suddenly, and she closed her eyelids. "I understand."

Qi Qingjia gave her a deep look, then turned and left.

*

Just as Qi Qingjia had predicted, Qi Jingheng arrived at Chu Yun's tent a full hour later than the agreed time.

"I've been busy today, sorry to have kept A-Yun waiting." Qi Jingheng saw Chu Yun sitting on the soft couch with her head propped up, looking bored and waiting for him. She was clearly about to fall asleep, but she was still trying to stay awake. He felt both pleased and amused.

Upon hearing the voice, Chu Yun's eyelids, which were about to close, suddenly opened, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Jing Heng!"

She stepped barefoot onto the soft blanket, her snow-white feet landing on it. She wrapped her arms around Qi Jingheng's waist like a swallow nestling in its mother's embrace. "You're back."

Qi Jingheng caught her and steadied her, his voice full of tenderness, "I told you before that you didn't need to wait for me to come back. Your body can't take it if you keep suffering like this."

"But I want to wait for Jingheng to come back. I can't sleep alone." The woman in his arms said in a muffled voice, looking up at him.

Qi Jingheng picked her up and carried her slowly to the bed. He gently placed her on the bed and kissed her cheek. "Now you can sleep well, right?" His tone was half helpless and half doting, so gentle it was almost tender.

Chu Yungong stood up and placed a kiss on Qi Jingheng's cheek.

This action startled Qi Jingheng. On the bed, she was never the one who took the initiative, but always passively endured. Even if he accidentally went too far and hurt her, she would not say much. She was so naive and shy. He didn't know what was wrong with her today, but she was willing to kiss him first.

Qi Jingheng felt a slight warmth in his heart, while the woman who had stirred his heart had already shrunk into the quilt and rolled to the inside of the bed.

It turned out to be just a moment of boldness.

Qi Jingheng chuckled, suppressed his rising anger, changed into his nightgown, and lay down beside Chu Yun.

There were many things to do tomorrow, and Chu Yun was clearly tired. Qi Jingheng had no other thoughts. He simply put his long arm around Chu Yun and pulled her into his arms, where they fell into a deep sleep.

Nestled in his folded arm, the woman, who should have been fast asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, took out a small jade bottle from under her pillow, tore off the stopper, and held the bottle opening to Qi Jingheng's nose.

After confirming that he had inhaled enough of the medicine, Chu Yun put the bottle away.

*

The next day, around noon.

Shuangxue and Qiuyue jogged back, and even after they entered the tent and stopped, they were still panting heavily and couldn't catch their breath for a long time.

Chu Yun asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!" Qiu Yue gasped for breath. "His Majesty has fallen from his horse during a hunt and remains unconscious."

Chu Yun's eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, "What?"

Having said that, she stood up without a second thought, "I'm going to see His Majesty."

No one knew where she got the strength, but she ran extremely fast. Before Shuangxue and Qiuyue could stop her, she had already run out of the tent. The two were worried and hurriedly followed behind Chuyun.

"Your Highness, stop running! It's dangerous ahead!" Seeing Chu Yun running into the woods, Shuangxue and Qiuyue were terrified. Just as they were about to continue chasing, they were struck on the neck with a blunt object, and the two sisters fell to the ground.

Chu Yun stopped and walked up to the two of them. She took out a letter from her bosom and put it into Shuangxue's sleeve.

She stood up and called out to the empty woods as if there were really people there, "Please take good care of them for me."

After saying that, she turned and left the woods without waiting for a response.

After she left, a dark shadow flashed by like a ghost.

*

The Emperor was injured while chasing his horse during a hunt, and his fate is unknown; more than seven days have passed since then.

A country cannot be without a ruler for a single day. In the main hall, court officials stepped forward to respectfully request the regent to succeed to the throne and ensure the stability of the Great Qi.

Immediately, someone else jumped out and said that Qi Qingjia's succession was illegitimate and would break the ancestral rules.

The imperial court was in an uproar over the throne, with officials who were usually high and mighty even coming to blows.

Qi Jingheng regained consciousness the night he was injured, but he became a cripple who could not move. The royalists desperately suppressed the news, hoping to find a way to cure Qi Jingheng, but the imperial physicians were helpless. Seven days later, the royalists finally gave up and chose Qi Jingheng's youngest brother, Prince Jing, hoping to support Prince Jing as emperor in the rightful place.

The royalists had already taken sides and completely offended Qi Qingjia. They could give the throne to anyone but Qi Qingjia.

Qi Jingheng had no sons, and in terms of kinship, Prince Jing was indeed more legitimate than Qi Qingjia, the emperor's uncle. However, Prince Jing was still young, and with a young emperor, the country was in turmoil, so many neutral officials dared not make a decision easily.

Officials dressed in scarlet and purple robes, necks stiff, attacked their political enemies, speaking with spittle flying everywhere for their own benefit, completely devoid of dignity.

Qi Qingjia watched coldly, finding it amusing. The way these officials argued was no different from the concubines in the harem who would subtly attack each other for a little favor; it was all about self-interest.

"We'll discuss this matter later," Qi Qingjia said decisively.

To prevent chaos in the affairs of the Great Qi, Qi Qingjia took charge of the government as regent. Although he did not have the title of emperor, he had the power of an emperor. His words were very effective, and the noisy sounds in the hall were completely silenced.