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

"Miss, please wake up, Miss..."

The faint, sorrowful sobs made Chu Yun's head throb, and her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, drooping downwards, and she couldn't open them no matter what she did.

A sharp, persistent pain shot through her chest, like being pricked by needles. Chu Yun was in so much pain that she broke out in a cold sweat and completely lost consciousness.

A man dressed in moon-white clothes, soaked to the bone, hurriedly picked up Chu Yun and went to find a doctor. Maids and guards followed closely behind, all of them pale and ashen-faced.

The onlookers scattered like birds and beasts along the riverbank.

Inside a teahouse not far away, a pair of phoenix eyes took in everything that was happening on the shore. The owner of the phoenix eyes murmured to himself, "The show is about to begin."

A wonderful poetry gathering was abruptly cut short when Miss Lin fell into the water. Everyone sighed with regret, remembering Miss Lin's ethereal beauty.

Little did people know that behind this drowning incident lay a deep struggle for interests and a turbulent social landscape in the capital.

*

After being rescued, Chu Yun developed a high fever that same day. Due to her congenital weakness, the high fever almost cost her her life.

Doctors rushed into her courtyard like a river, managing to save her life, but she never woke up.

Her illness has touched the hearts of many people.

Inside the Xie residence.

Lu, Chu Yun's third aunt, cried to her husband, "This child, A-Yun, is so pitiful."

When her younger sister gave birth to her, she was heartbroken and had a difficult labor. Not only did she die, but Ah Yun also developed a chronic illness and had to take medicine constantly.

Fortunately, you and Mother love her and pity her because her parents have both passed away. For the past fifteen years, you have taken good care of her and provided her with better food, clothing and other necessities than the other sisters in the mansion.

But who could have imagined such a disaster would happen? The weather was beautiful, and so many people were watching, yet she still fell into the water.

As she spoke, Ms. Lu looked at her husband's face and saw that he still looked unwell and was shedding even more tears.

"It's all Shuyue's fault. She insisted on dragging Ayun to the poetry gathering, which led to this whole mess."

I've already punished her by making her kneel in the ancestral hall for three days, and then confining her for a month, forbidding her from leaving the house. I'm determined to teach her a lesson she won't forget.

As she spoke, tears streamed down Madam Lu's face, and she wiped her eyes with a handkerchief.

Although she has given birth to three sons and one daughter, she is well-maintained, has a plump figure, and her tearful appearance is very endearing.

Although Master Xie was still angry, seeing his beloved wife so heartbroken and his young daughter being punished, his heart softened a little.

“You are wrong. I have told you so many times that Shuyue is too impulsive and should be properly disciplined, but you can’t bear to do that and have let her run wild.”

Her mother said that A-Yun should stay home to recuperate and not be disturbed by others, but she insisted on dragging A-Yun to the poetry gathering.

Now Ah Yun has fallen into the water and is unconscious. Her mother is so worried that she has also fallen ill. She has caused a terrible disaster!

When Lu heard her husband say this, she cried even louder, and blamed herself for spoiling and indulging her daughter too much.

"Alright, A-Yun has never been in good health, so this matter can't be entirely blamed on Shu-Yue. You keep a close eye on her and make her restrain herself and not flaunt her behavior in front of Mother, lest she make Mother even angrier."

Fortunately, A-Yun's condition has stabilized. After A-Yun wakes up, you and Shu-Yue can personally apologize to her.

"It is the father's fault for not raising his child properly. I will go to my mother to apologize and beg her to forgive Shuyue."

Master Xie put his arm around his wife's shoulder, his voice gradually softening.

With Xie Sanye's comforting words, Madam Lu knew that this matter would not implicate her daughter too much, and the weight on her heart gradually lifted, and she stopped crying.

Inside the space, Chu Yun couldn't help but raise an eyebrow upon seeing this scene.

Madam Xie was quite shrewd. She first mentioned that Chu Yun had been in poor health since childhood, subtly reminding Master Xie that Chu Yun's illness was mainly due to her own weak constitution.

Then he punished his daughter by making her kneel in the ancestral hall and confining her for a month, which calmed Xie Sanye's anger.

Her tearful plea successfully softened Master Xie's heart, making him willing to take the blame for his daughter on behalf of the old lady.

Even though the old lady doted on her granddaughter Chu Yun, she couldn't punish Xie Shuyue too much for the sake of her son.

Otherwise, she will only become estranged from her son and granddaughter.

Pine and Green Courtyard of Xie Mansion

An elderly woman with half-white hair lay on a couch, her eyes closed and her face deathly pale.

The current head of the Xie family, Chu Yun's second maternal uncle, Xie Erye, and his wife, Madam Liang, stood by the bed with solemn expressions.

"Mother has just taken her medicine and is finally asleep. Master can rest assured." Madam Liang, who had been taking care of the sick for days, looked haggard but still forced herself to speak.

Master Xie frowned. "Madam has had a hard time these past few days."

"I'm not tired, this is what I should do. It's just that I'm really worried about Mother's health, and also about A-Yun," Liang said with concern.

"Mother's condition has stabilized, and A-Yun's condition has also improved. Don't worry, and don't overwork yourself," Master Xie comforted him.

Madam Liang couldn't help but shed tears. "The rumors circulating in the streets are too rampant. Master, you must suppress them. Otherwise, even if A-Yun wakes up, her life will be ruined."

God has been so unfair to Ah Yun, not only causing her to lose her parents at a young age and leaving her physically weak, but now He is also going to ruin half of her life.

Although Madam Liang did not say this, Second Master Xie knew it all.

Thinking of his niece, whose life had been full of hardships, Master Xie's brow furrowed even deeper.

"I know."

*

Chang Le Palace

Consort Jiang was dressed in a purple gown, her hair piled high into the sky, and the red-gold phoenix hairpin in her temple was extremely precious. The ruby ​​inlaid in the phoenix's eyes was as bright as blood, just like its owner, making people dare not look directly at her.

"Your Highness, Miss Lin is about to wake up," said Xuezhi, a palace maid standing respectfully to the side.

Consort Jiang remained silent, put on the last nail guard, looked up at the mirror in front of her, and saw the young man standing in the hall through the mirror.

The young man was about twenty years old, with phoenix eyes, thin lips, and deep-set eyebrows and eyes. He was exceptionally handsome, and his back was straight, refusing to bend even an inch.

His eyes were devoid of emotion, his face was covered in frost, and because he had killed countless people on the battlefield, he carried a bloodthirsty aura in his bones, making people afraid to approach him.

Consort Jiang smiled and said to the person in the mirror, "My son, did you hear that? How do you plan to deal with this fiancée who has tarnished your reputation?"

“Since she’s no longer of any use, just kill her,” the young man said in a deep voice.

With just a few words, he decided the life or death of others.

"Go ahead, and make sure it's done cleanly," Consort Jiang said.

"Yes." Yan Huaiji took out the warm jade he had brought back from this expedition, but was interrupted before he could speak.

"Mother." A tender boy's voice came from afar.

The next moment, a boy with delicate features and an adorable appearance rushed into the hall.

Upon seeing the young man inside the hall, the smile on his face vanished instantly. He stopped running and stood respectfully in place, bowing respectfully: "Second Imperial Brother."

The little one, when he bows, does it quite properly.

Yan Huaiji nodded.

"Chen'er, come quickly to your mother. Today, your mother has prepared your favorite hibiscus cake." When Consort Jiang saw her youngest son arrive, she quickly stood up and walked into the palace.

She held Yan Huaichen's small hand, her face full of joy.

"Have you finished your schoolwork for today?"

Yan Huaichen: "The lessons assigned by the tutor have been completed, Mother, please rest assured."

Consort Jiang smiled gently, "Chen'er is so good!"

As he spoke, he patted Yan Huaichen's head.

This scene of maternal love and filial piety stung Yan Huaiji's eyes. He clenched his hands in his sleeves, enduring the pain for a long time before finally calming the anger in his heart.

Consort Jiang wanted to be close to her beloved son and didn't want Yan Huaiji to be in her way, so she turned to him and said, "You should go back now and handle things properly."

Yan Huaiji bowed and left. As soon as he stepped out of the palace, he heard Consort Jiang's laughter coming from inside.

He paused slightly as he left, standing there for a long while before turning back to take a deep look at the plaque above the hall.

The three characters "Chang Le Palace" are dazzling.

But all the glory and splendor in the hall had nothing to do with him.

He was destined to receive only cold looks and contempt from Consort Jiang.

Despite being her biological son, she always treated him poorly.