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

Qi Qingjia led his troops to meet the enemy and fought a fierce battle with Feng Jinnian's army for a long time. The war raged for two whole months.

Feng Jinnian's army was composed of various factions, which made it difficult for them to communicate effectively and even led to internal strife. Ultimately, they were defeated, and Feng Jinnian was killed in battle.

Legend has it that before his death, the Prince of Zhenbei knelt on one knee, gazing into the distance at the capital, suggesting that he was indeed deeply obsessed with the throne.

*

Qi Qingjia returned to the capital in triumph, putting on a brave face in front of outsiders, but upon returning to the Hall of Diligent Governance, he suddenly vomited blood.

He did not win this battle easily and was still injured. Fortunately, the injury was not serious. It was just because of the long journey and he had to force himself to stay alert and keep the morale of the troops, which caused the injury to flare up.

After spitting out the stagnant blood, Qi Qingjia lay down on the bed to rest, and Chu Yun arrived soon after.

She was dressed in a lake-blue palace gown, with her hair simply styled in a bun. Beside her stood Li Heng, who was only about the height of her calves. Both of their faces, one big and one small, were filled with worry for Qi Qingjia.

Qi Qingjia smiled at the two of them, "Ayun, Heng'er."

Li Heng could already speak some simple words. He took short strides to Qi Qingjia's bedside, tilted his clean and gentle face up, and asked softly, "Father, are you feeling unwell?"

He had been cared for by Qi Qingjia and Chu Yun for several months, and his originally thin cheeks had become soft and fleshy. His red lips and white teeth made him very endearing. Being cared for so simply by these children, Qi Qingjia's heart softened, and he whispered, "Father is sick, but he will be better soon."

"Father, please get well soon. Mother said that when Father returns, she will take Heng'er to fly kites." Li Heng's eyes were full of anticipation, and his voice was also somewhat cheerful.

Upon hearing this, Qi Qingjia turned his gaze to Chu Yun, his eyes softening, and replied to Li Heng, "Alright, Father will definitely take you and Mother to fly kites."

Qi Qingjia ultimately failed to take Li Heng kite flying. His wound was somewhat strange, recurring repeatedly and never fully healing. By winter, the situation had worsened.

All government decrees were dictated by him and then written down by Consort Chen in vermilion ink before being conveyed to the officials.

People who were once full of energy and unafraid of taking cold showers have begun to feel cold. The Qin Zheng Hall has been heated with underfloor heating and charcoal fires, making it warm and cozy, like being in spring.

A series of coughs came from inside the hall. Qi Qingjia was lying on the bedside, coughing so hard that his body trembled.

Light footsteps sounded, and Qi Qingjia looked up. Seeing who it was, she couldn't help but smile wryly, "You've come."

Chu Yun nodded, "Your Majesty, I have arrived."

She held a bowl of medicine in her hand, steam rising and swirling in the air.

Chu Yun sat on the chair by the bed, scooped up a spoonful of medicine, and brought it to Qi Qingjia's lips.

Qi Qingjia dodged it.

Chu Yun didn't care and placed the medicine bowl on the table next to her.

"Did you do this?" A trembling voice reached Chu Yun's ears. After saying this, Qi Qingjia coughed even more violently.

The sentence was cryptic and incoherent, but only the two of them could understand it.

Chu Yun looked up at him and nodded under his complicated gaze, without hesitation or guilt.

Qi Qingjia's complicated gaze turned to hatred. He swept the medicine bowl off the table, spilling the brown medicine all over the floor. The porcelain bowl shattered. He struggled to sit up and said angrily, "Why?"

Qi Qingjia was a man of deep thoughts and rarely showed his emotions outwardly. But at this moment, he had lost his composure. Extreme anger and the grief of being betrayed made his eyes bloodshot and red. He raised his voice and asked again, "Why?"

He was not on guard against Chu Yun and even told her about political affairs. However, Qi Qingjia gradually felt that everything was getting out of control. His bodyguards and confidants no longer seemed to be loyal to him; they had found new objects of submission. And his body was becoming increasingly frail.

Chu Yun's expression remained unchanged, her eyes filled with indifference. "For revenge."

"Revenge?" Qi Qingjia was taken aback. "What?"

He genuinely wanted to know the answer and had thought about many things haphazardly. He guessed that she might resent him for taking away her freedom, or that it was for power. He even wondered if she was doing it for Qi Jingheng. But he didn't think there was any hatred between them.

"His Majesty may have forgotten, but I will not forget. Years ago, in order to support Qi Jingheng's ascension to the throne, His Majesty plotted to frame the Crown Prince, falsely accusing General Qin of treason, and slaughtered the entire Qin family. That night, the Qin family's blood flowed like a river, everything was blood red, and everyone was thrown into the mass grave. I crawled out of the pile of corpses, with my mother on top of me." Chu Yun said, word by word. Her expression was normal, as if she were telling someone else's story, but her choked voice told Qi Qingjia that no, these were things she had personally experienced.

Qi Qingjia's body stiffened at these words. He wanted to speak, but it felt like his throat was being choked, and he couldn't make a sound.

"What does Your Majesty want to say? In truth, no matter what you say, these facts cannot be concealed. For the sake of power, Your Majesty has stained your hands with the blood of countless innocent people. Some are buried in the earth; some, like my family, are left to rot in the wilderness, burned to ashes; some die in prison. Only I have come before Your Majesty to seek justice," Chu Yun said slowly.

She stood up and left without looking back.

Qi Qingjia behind him coughed up blood, his arm hanging limply on the bed.

*

Chu Yun walked out of the Hall of Diligent Governance, and Li Heng obediently stood at the bottom of the steps waiting for her. When he saw her come out, he called out, "Mother!" and ran towards Chu Yun.

Chu Yun walked towards him, took his hand, and Li Heng smiled brightly, his smile as dazzling as the sun that day.

Chu Yun shielded her eyes with her hand and looked up at the sun that was sinking on the horizon.

The sun's warmth symbolized hope, and the person she held in her hand represented the future hope of the Great Qi Dynasty.

According to the Book of Fate, Feng Jinnian, Qi Qingjia, and Qi Jingheng manipulated power, which accelerated the decline of the already declining Great Qi. Frequent changes of the throne exacerbated social contradictions, and Great Qi was eventually overthrown by the rebel army, falling into decades of separatist wars and the people living in dire straits.

Finally, it was a member of the royal family in a remote area of ​​the Great Qi who ended the war; that person was Li Heng.

If the Great Qi is handed over to Li Heng as soon as possible, there may be less war in the future.

Limited by the Underworld, Chu Yun couldn't do much, but she could give him a more legitimate identity and a less dilapidated Great Qi.

*

Five years later, the emperor died, and Crown Prince Li Heng ascended the throne.

In the same year, the Empress Dowager passed away in her sleep.

The death knell tolled throughout the palace. Qi Jingheng, who had long since moved to another palace, heard the sound and tears welled up in his cloudy eyes.

He has survived until now, only wanting to see Chu Yun again, but he has never been able to. Instead, he has heard many things: she has become Consort Chen, and she has begun to rule as regent...

So many things have made him almost forget what she looked like when he first met her.

Now, she is dead.

He never managed to say sorry to her.

Qi Jingheng vomited blood. He didn't know when he had been poisoned and was already on the verge of death. Unexpectedly, he was the last of the three to survive.

*

Chu Yun's mission this time was a bit long, but thankfully it was successful.

Inside the chaotic space, fourteen lamps were neatly arranged in front of her.

【Yunyun, the mission to subdue the evil spirits is over, we can go back to the underworld now!】 Banjin smiled broadly, a bright smile spreading across his face.

She opened her arms and hugged Chu Yun's legs, her voice as sweet as honey, "When we get back to the Underworld, I want to eat the cake made by Lady Zhi Sui. She's learned baking skills so well in other small worlds!" Ban Jin subtly hinted, hoping that her own Yun Yun could study as diligently as other ladies so that she could taste more delicious food.

Chu Yun feigned ignorance, "Really? Then you'd better hurry back, or Ba Liang will eat all the cake."

Ban Jin was indeed fooled. She let out a soft "Oh!", released Chu Yun's leg, patted her head, and said, "That's right! I need to go back quickly." Then she hurriedly started walking forward with her short legs.

Halfway there, Banjin turned around and said, "Yunyun, hurry up!"

Although she was anxious, she stopped and waited for Chu Yun, her little face scrunched up.

Chu Yun walked towards her with a smile.

The two figures, one large and one small, quickly disappeared.

They will embark on a new story of their own.

(Finish)