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

Chu Yun and Madam Xie arrived in one carriage, but left in three carriages.

Madam Xie even instructed the coachman to drive slowly.

The purpose was to let those who were openly or secretly laughing at Chu Yun know that Chu Yun now had Consort Jiang and the royal family backing her up, so that they would not dare to look down on Chu Yun.

Since Consort Jiang doesn't want to break ties with the Xie and Lin families, Old Madam Xie doesn't mind helping her out and collecting some interest along the way.

"Ayun, now that you have the status of a county princess, the Xie family and the Lin family will support you. Don't worry, your maternal grandmother will definitely find you a good marriage." Old Madam Xie patted Chuyun's hand.

Chu Yun nestled on Madam Xie's shoulder. Although she had no intention of getting married, she couldn't bear to let the old lady worry about her, so she nodded gently.

Yan Huaiji saw the Xie family's carriage, his eyes expressionless, and walked towards Chang Le Palace.

"I'm late and didn't get to see Miss Xie," Consort Jiang said.

Yan Huaiji remained expressionless. "It doesn't matter whether I see him or not."

Consort Jiang raised an eyebrow. "That's true. She's no longer of any use to you, so there's no need for you to bother seeing her."

Yan Huaiji didn't speak, but he agreed with the statement.

However, he never expected that failing to see Chu Yun this time would leave him with immense regret and shame.

"Your father meant that you were wronged in this marriage, and he instructed me to choose a good marriage for you."

Originally, I planned to bestow the title of king upon you after your marriage. Although the marriage has been cancelled, the bestowal of the title cannot be omitted. In a few days, the imperial edict conferring the title of king will be issued.

"The southern border is at peace, so you don't need to go back. Stay in the capital and be the Prince of An. Huaichen still needs your help and support."

"My son, I know."

Prince An, Yan Huaiji couldn't help but ponder this title.

Does this "安" mean "peaceful and safe" or "well-behaved and obedient"?

There's no point in asking that question. After all, Consort Jiang has always used him as a tool, and she expects him not to complain even if he suffers injustice.

He should have gotten used to it by now.

There was nothing to say between mother and son, and the atmosphere in the hall gradually became stagnant.

Consort Jiang rubbed her temples. "Let's go back."

Yan Huaiji bowed and took his leave.

Seeing how estranged the mother and son had become, Granny Qian, who had watched Consort Jiang grow up, sighed softly, "Your Highness should be closer to His Highness."

Consort Jiang looked pained. "He killed Huaijing. Every time I see him, my heart aches more. I only see him so that he can support Huaichen. Otherwise, I would rather he never come back."

Knowing that Consort Jiang's inner turmoil was difficult to resolve, Granny Qian dared not say anything more.

But the Seventh Prince is still young and his talent is not yet apparent. The Jiang family can only rely on the Second Prince. Why can't Your Majesty see this clearly?

Looking at Yan Huaiji's lonely figure, Granny Qian couldn't help but worry.

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After returning to the mansion, Chu Yun stayed with Madam Xie in Qingsong Hall. Madam Xie invited her to have lunch, but she couldn't resist the drowsiness and reluctantly let Chu Yun go back to her own courtyard.

"The weather is nice today, so you can all go back first. Record the rewards in a book and keep it safe. I'm going to take a walk in the back garden. Remember to call me back when the medicine is ready," Chu Yun instructed.

Qingyuan and Qingying: "Yes."

After the two left, Chu Yun walked slowly towards the back garden alone.

The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, the morning light shines through, and butterflies flutter about, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairyland.

Several abrupt shouts shattered the tranquility.

From afar, Chu Yun saw a thin figure kneeling on the ground, with several servants cursing at him.

"You little bastard, I told you to feed the horses properly, and you dare to slack off."

"That's right, giving you tasks is a favor to you."

"Look at you, with your shifty eyes and gloomy demeanor, you're terrifying!"

......

They use foul language and are very ruthless when they curse.

Chu Yun frowned and walked quickly forward.

"What are you doing?"

When the servants saw that the visitor was Chu Yun, they swallowed back the curses that were about to escape their lips.

"Miss Biao," they stammered, their earlier hurling insults vanishing without a trace.

"Why humiliate him like this?" Chu Yun's voice was deep.

“Miss, you don’t know this, but he is a servant in the household. This morning we asked him to feed the horses, but he accidentally fed them to death, almost delaying your arrival at the palace. That’s why we wanted to teach him a lesson,” the head servant said.

Chu Yun: "Even if he is wrong, he should be handed over to the steward of the manor for punishment. When did it become your place to take action?"

If outsiders were to see your actions, wouldn't it tarnish the reputation of the Xie family?

The servants could not bear the blame of tarnishing the reputation of their master, so they all knelt down and begged, "Please, Miss, have mercy on us."

Chu Yun frowned. "Considering this is your first offense, I will let it slide this time. Go find the steward to receive your punishment. In the future, do not bully him again, or I will not let you off lightly."

The servants looked ashamed and quickly left.

Chu Yun turned to look, and the figure was still kneeling on the ground.

It was a boy, small and weak, looking only thirteen or fourteen years old. His face was ashen, and a gloomy look was gathered between his brows and eyes, which were devoid of emotion.

He knelt on the ground with his back straight, his clothes tattered, and his ankles and wrists covered with bruises from being pinched.

"Get up quickly," Chu Yun said.

Song Zhaoming slowly stood up and looked up at her. She was a pampered young lady from a noble family, dressed in understated yet elegant clothes, with pure and clean eyes, as pure as the clouds in the sky.

He was just mud on the ground, not even worthy of being stepped on by her.

It turns out that this was the young lady he wanted to kill.

A murderous glint flashed in Song Zhaoming's eyes.

This morning he drugged the horse, intending to create an accident and kill this delicate young lady.

To everyone's surprise, the horse died, which is why he was ridiculed and insulted by the servants.

He failed to complete the task assigned by Yan Huaiji and was subjected to all sorts of humiliation, all thanks to this young lady.

As Song Zhaoming pondered the chances of escaping the Xie mansion alive after killing Chu Yun, his hand slowly reached for the poisoned needle tucked into his waistband.

"Your face is dirty. Here, take this handkerchief and wipe your face."

A snow-white handkerchief appeared before Song Zhaoming.

The hand that touched the poisoned needle paused slightly.

"Give...me?" His voice was hoarse, like someone who hadn't spoken for years suddenly starting to talk; it was difficult and unclear, with a strange tone and an accent from who-knows-where.

Chu Yun nodded and smiled gently, "Exactly."

The girl smiled gently, like snowflakes crumbled on a branch, clean and bright.

Song Zhaoming's heart skipped a beat.

No one ever smiled at him, let alone wiped his face with a handkerchief.

He could sense Chu Yun's kindness towards him.

It was both laughable and absurd that, as far as he could remember, the first person to show him kindness was the very person he had been longing to kill.

Song Zhaoming was momentarily dazed, but quickly regained his senses.

He reached out to take the handkerchief Chu Yun gave him.

With his other hand, he quickly removed the poisoned needle.

He could be free if he killed her.

【Yunyun, be careful!】Half a catty reminded me in the space.

Chu Yun's eyebrows curved, and her gentle smile remained unchanged.

You really are heartless. I just helped you, and now you want to kill me.