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

The sun was shining brightly, and the morning light streamed through the window.

Chu Yun, lying on the bed, trembled slightly with her eyelashes and slowly woke up.

"Miss, you're finally awake!" the maid Qingyuan exclaimed in delight.

She turned to the maid beside her and instructed, "Quickly, tell the ladies that Miss has woken up."

The maidservant, having received her task, dared not delay and hurried off to deliver the message.

Chu Yun frowned, feeling utterly weak and experiencing intermittent throbbing pain in her chest.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked with difficulty, her voice unusually hoarse.

Although she had woken up, she had already stepped into the gates of hell. Chu Yun's face was as pale as paper, and her lips were so pale that they were almost colorless. She had truly suffered.

Qingyuan's eyes were slightly red. She steadied herself and said, "At the poetry gathering a few days ago, Miss accidentally fell into the water and developed a high fever that day. Including today, she has been unconscious for three days. Fortunately, you have finally woken up."

Chu Yun raised her hand to her forehead, trying hard to recall, and after a long while said, "I remember now, there was such a thing."

"I remember someone jumping into the water to save me?"

Qingyuan's expression stiffened, and she lowered her eyes slightly. "It is a young master from the Yongping Marquis's mansion. The Minister has already sent someone to deliver gifts and express his gratitude. Miss, you don't need to concern yourself with this matter anymore."

Chu Yun was stunned. "Is he a young master?" Her fingertips gripped the brocade quilt tightly, and a chill ran down her back.

Qingyuan's eyes filled with tears as she thought of the increasingly unpleasant rumors circulating outside.

Her young lady is such a good person, how come those people have such gossipy mouths! Are they determined to ruin her before they'll stop?

She dared not cry out loud in front of Chu Yun, and lowered her head to hide her tears.

Qingying brought the medicine in and was pleasantly surprised to see that Chuyun had woken up.

But she was more composed, and quickly composed herself, walking forward quietly.

As they approached, they saw Qingyuan with her head down, silent and lost in thought, and their young mistress also looked absent-minded and forlorn. Their hearts sank.

"Miss, the medicine is ready. Please drink it first," Qingying said softly, carrying the medicine to Chuyun's bedside.

Chu Yun was still lost in thought when she heard this, and she suddenly snapped out of it, saying blankly, "Okay."

Qingying winked at Qingyuan, who quickly wiped away her tears, took a few steps forward, and helped Chuyun to her feet.

Qingying knelt on the footstool and steadily lifted the tray with the medicine bowl on it.

Chu Yun's gaze fell on the medicine, which was emitting heat and had a bitter smell, and her eyes flickered slightly.

Yan Huaiji was indeed shrewd; he had just made up his mind to kill her when he immediately administered poison to her medicine.

Even with Qingying watching him constantly, he still managed to lure her away and successfully poison her.

He has many informants in the Xie family mansion.

Consort Jiang's faction has really stretched its reach far.

Chu Yun picked up the medicine bowl, pretending to be unable to support herself, and with a sudden flick of her wrist, the bowl fell from her hand and shattered, spilling the medicine all over the floor.

"Miss!" Qingyuan called out.

Qingying put down the tray in her hand and hurriedly cleaned up the broken bowls on the ground.

Chu Yun's eyes were still unfocused, and a sense of powerlessness welled up inside her. "Don't tidy up yet. Tell me what it's been like outside these past few days."

Qingying and Qingyuan trembled, and without bothering to clean up the mess, they knelt on the ground without uttering a word.

The Minister and his wife gave a strict order not to speak nonsense in front of the young lady. They dared not disobey the orders of the head of the family and the mistress, and they also could not bear to let Chu Yun know about the rumors outside.

Seeing their expressions, Chu Yun understood everything.

The Linxian Poetry Gathering is an annual literary event, attracting many ordinary people who admire the talent and style of the students and writers.

She was rescued by a stranger in public; one can imagine the consequences.

Chu Yun closed her eyes briefly. "Fine, I won't make things difficult for you. Clean this place up and leave."

"Yes," Qingying and Qingyuan replied in unison.

After the two women cleaned up the broken bowls, a large group of people, including Madam Xie the Second, Madam Xie the Third, and Chu Yun's cousins ​​Xie Shuya and Xie Shuyue, entered Chu Yun's courtyard.

When Chu Yun saw her aunts, she lifted the blanket to prepare to greet them.

"Lie still, this isn't the time for such formalities," Madam Liang said, tucking Chu Yun in.

Madam Lu added, "Yes, Ah Yun, you are still ill, there's no need for such formalities."

Chu Yun did not force herself, and said weakly, "Thank you for your kindness, Aunt."

"Ah Yun, how are you feeling?" Xie Shuya asked.

She was the eldest daughter of Madam Liang and Master Xie, gentle in nature and very proper. She was engaged to the eldest son of the Minister of Revenue and was to be married next month. Therefore, she did not attend the Linxian Poetry Gathering.

“Much better,” Chu Yun replied.

Madam Liang, Madam Lu, and Xie Shuyue spoke with Chu Yun for a while, urging her to take good care of herself.

Only Xie Shuyue huddled in the corner, her brows furrowed and eyes closed, not uttering a single word.

She was only nine years old, the youngest child in the family. She was pretty and cute, and was very much loved by her elders. She was also naive and innocent.

Lured by the people sent by Yan Jinyu, who thought it was bad for Chu Yun to stay cooped up at home all year round, they dragged her to the Linxian Poetry Gathering.

The original owner adored this cousin and couldn't resist her enthusiastic invitation. Thinking it was just a poetry gathering, she went anyway. Little did she know she would fall into Yan Jinyu and Pei Jianzhi's trap and perish.

After learning the truth about her death, the original owner did not blame Xie Shuyue, so Chu Yun naturally wouldn't go out of her way to blame her.

If it wasn't Xie Shuyue, it would have been someone else. In any case, Yan Jinyu and Pei Jianzhi would not let the original owner go.

However, their methods were too ruthless and despicable. They not only destroyed the original owner of the body, but also dragged a nine-year-old girl into it.

It's such a pity that the original owner was such a good girl. She should have been enjoying her prime years, but instead she was caught up in the power struggle and died a violent death.

"Shuyue, why aren't you saying anything?" Chu Yun asked softly.

The little girl slowly raised her head and met Chu Yun's gentle gaze. The grievances that had been building up inside her exploded, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

"Shuyue is sorry, elder sister. I was too naughty and dragged you to the poetry gathering, which caused you to fall into the water." Xie Shuyue cried sadly, her voice hoarse.

Chu Yun shook her head. "Shu Yue meant well. She didn't want her older sister to be cooped up at home. I know you didn't mean it."

This is also what the original owner wanted to say to Xie Shuyue: she hoped that her innocent and lovely little sister would not live in guilt.

Xie Shuyue cried even harder. During the time Chu Yun was in a coma, she couldn't eat or sleep well, fearing that her sister would never wake up, and also fearing that her sister would not like her after she woke up.

The little girl's eyes were red and she looked as aggrieved as a rabbit. When she learned that her older sister had not blamed her, her heart finally settled down.

She tiptoed to Chu Yun's bedside, took Chu Yun's hand, and said, "Sister, you need to get better soon. Shu Yue wants to hear you read a storybook."

She tentatively probed, her eyes full of hope.

Chu Yun smiled slightly and patted Xie Shuyue's head. "Okay!"

Seeing this, Madam Liang and Madam Lu breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that the sisters haven't grown apart.