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

After the court session, Qi Qingjia thought for a moment and then went to the Hall of Diligent Governance.

The hall was filled with the bitter smell of medicine. Qi Qingjia turned around and took a few steps to the left, where he finally saw Chu Yun guarding the side hall.

The door to the side hall was wide open. A woman dressed in white palace attire sat on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest. Her eyes were lifeless and her lips were pale, like a flower that had lost its moisture and was about to wither.

Qi Qingjia's eyes darkened slightly.

Ever since the day Qi Jingheng had the accident, she has been like this, half-dead, as if she lost half her life along with Qi Jingheng.

Qi Jingheng was seriously injured and did not want Chu Yun to see his embarrassing side. However, he wanted Chu Yun to be close to him, so he arranged for her to stay in a side hall of the Qin Zheng Hall. She did not resist at all and accepted it completely, as if she had no desires after taking revenge.

Qi Qingjia was initially furious. He resented Chu Yun's weakness. She had only schemed against a man who had once harmed her, so why did she have to suffer so much, wishing she could lose half her life?

In a daze, Qi Qingjia seemed to see his mother again, whose life was ruined not only because of a scumbag, but also because of another life.

His feelings could no longer be described as mere anger; it was a more complex mix of emotions—anger, frustration at their lack of resistance, pity, and resentment...

Unable to sort out his emotions, Qi Qingjia fled in panic for the first time in front of a woman.

This is the second time he has seen Chu Yun since returning to the palace.

Qi Qingjia was able to control the emotions that were about to burst forth in his heart. With a calm expression, he slowly walked towards Chu Yun, grabbed her chin, forced her to raise her head, and looked down at her condescendingly.

"You've already done it, so who are you trying to impress by putting on this show now?"

Chu Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she remained silent.

"You think you've harmed someone, so you deserve to die?"

Chu Yun did not answer.

"You can't stand having blood on your hands, you can't face yourself?"

Chu Yun remained silent.

"You still like Qi Jingheng and feel sorry for him?" Qi Qingjia's voice was very calm when he asked the first two questions, but when he said this, his voice was very low and carried a hint of danger.

Chu Yun finally reacted, shaking her head blankly.

Qi Qingjia felt a strange sense of satisfaction and loosened his grip.

"Then why don't you eat or talk?" he asked again, determined not to give up today and to pry the reason out of Chu Yun.

But the woman in front of him seemed to be mute, refusing to utter a single word.

The previously gentle force intensified as Qi Qingjia bent down, closing in on Chu Yun. "Speak! Think about the people you still care about. Don't test my patience."

The person who should have been firmly under his control suddenly twisted and reached out, striking Qi Qingjia's hand that was pinching her chin.

She hadn't been eating properly for the past few days, so she was very weak and couldn't budge Qi Qingjia at all.

Feeling the scalding liquid fall onto the back of her hand, Qi Qingjia stiffened slightly and involuntarily let go.

she cried.

Her eyes, reddened by tears, resembled crushed balsam juice. One glistening tear after another clung to her eyelashes, trembling as it fell and slid down her face.

"Why are you all forcing me?" she growled in anguish, like a fledgling bird with a broken neck, uttering a mournful cry.

“I really liked him and believed he would protect me for life, but he lied to me and used me.”

"When I found out the truth, I couldn't sleep for nights on end. I started to doubt myself. Did I really deserve to be liked?"

"It's like I've lost the ability to love and trust people. I live like a walking corpse every day. Tell me, is there any point in living like this?"

"And you, the high and mighty Regent, you came to me only to use me, so why do you care whether I live or die? Can't you just let me fend for myself?"

Her questions were veiled in blood.

Qi Qingjia knew she was suffering, but she never imagined it was this bad. The scheming in the palace had ruthlessly crushed her kindness and innocence, not only taking away her child but also destroying her heart.

Qi Qingjia could no longer suppress her feelings, so she simply let them flow, allowing that feeling of pity to overwhelm her heart.

"Since he's not good enough, why not just find someone who treats you well?" Qi Qingjia reached out and slowly approached Chu Yun's face, seemingly wanting to wipe away her tears, but Chu Yun dodged him. He wasn't angry and continued, "It's not that difficult, is it really worth you making such a fuss?"

"Don't you hate him? Then let him see that you can still live a good life without him, while he can only be trampled under your feet for the rest of his life. This is the price he has to pay for hurting you," Qi Qingjia tempted.

The woman who had been sobbing aloud stopped crying instantly and looked at Qi Qingjia blankly, seemingly not expecting that there was such a way to go.

"It's foolish to hurt yourself because of someone else's mistakes. I don't think you're foolish, so you should understand what I mean. Continuing to ruin yourself will only make you feel worse to those who care about you, and... your child."

Qi Qingjia's mention of the child was indeed a powerful remedy, bringing a glimmer of clarity to Chu Yun's numb eyes.

"What...should I do?"

Qi Qingjia smiled and said, "Cling to me. Qi Jingheng hates me the most. If you were with me, just think about how painful and resentful he would be. Just like how heartbroken you were, he should feel that pain too."

Since everything is irreversible, she might as well stay in the palace with him. Qi Qingjia had no intention of letting Chu Yun leave. Even if Chu Yun refused, he had a thousand ways to keep her by his side.

Before Chu Yun could speak, a voice filled with suppressed extreme anger rang out first.

"Ah Yun, no."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was enough to wake Chu Yun. She glanced to the side and covered her lips.

Qi Qingjia narrowed her eyes, her gaze following the movement.

The door to the side hall was not closed. Qi Jingheng was pushed to the door by someone. He was unable to move his whole body and sat in a wooden wheelchair. Only his eyes looked at Chu Yun pleadingly.

"My good nephew, you've schemed and plotted, but you overlooked one thing. You harmed Consort Zhao's child, yet you fell in love with her and gave her your heart. Did you never think that one day she would stab you in the heart?"

This was the first sentence Qi Jingheng heard after waking up from boundless pain. At that moment, Qi Qingjia stood in front of his bed, looking at him with a pitiful and laughable gaze, as if he were just an ant at his feet that could be crushed with the slightest force.

Qi Jingheng was so terrified by Qi Qingjia's words that he didn't even have time to feel the physical pain. This was his deepest secret, which Qi Qingjia had discovered, and it was even very likely that Chu Yun knew it as well.

Combined with the sudden paralysis that occurred during the hunt, a terrifying thought arose in Qi Jingheng's mind.