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

At the critical moment, Qingyuan suddenly appeared.

"Miss, so you've been here all along."

When Song Zhaoming saw a third person appear, he put the poisoned needle back in its original position, lowered his eyes, and moved to the side.

In a few moments, Qingyuan arrived at Chuyun's side, her gaze lingering on Song Zhaoming for a long time.

"The sun will get even hotter in a while, Miss, you should go back to your courtyard and rest," Qingyuan advised.

Chu Yun nodded. "Okay."

She glanced at Song Zhaoming and saw that he was looking down and huddled to the side, appearing very shy around strangers. She didn't press him and put away the handkerchief in her hand.

"If they dare to bully you again, you can come to me, and I will stand up for you."

Song Zhaoming did not answer, and lowered his head even further.

After Chu Yun and Qing Yuan walked away, he suddenly looked up and only saw Chu Yun's departing figure.

And a handkerchief that had fallen to the ground.

Song Zhaoming narrowed his eyes, his previous timidity and cowardice completely gone.

As if possessed, he picked up the handkerchief, a faint medicinal fragrance wafting to his nose.

"Miss, who is that person?" Qingyuan asked, puzzled.

Chu Yun: "I heard he's a servant in the manor. He looks weak and frail, so he must be bullied often. Go and get him a set of clothes he can wear, and also get some medicine for his injuries from Doctor Sun. Take them to him together."

Qingyuan: "Yes."

Chu Yun walked and thought.

Song Zhaoming was a hidden pawn of Yan Huaiji. He came from the southern border and was skilled in using poison, capable of killing people invisibly.

Since Chu Yun woke up, she has narrowly escaped his clutches four times.

Poison, poisonous insects, poisonous needles—these are all unmentioned, but today he poisoned the horse, intending to kill Chu Yun and Madam Xie. Chu Yun couldn't tolerate it.

Therefore, Chu Yun wanted to meet him.

He's not someone to be trifled with.

*

Qingyuan was efficient; not long after Song Zhaoming returned to the servants' quarters, she delivered the items to him.

Looking at the brand-new clothes and excellent medicine on the table, Song Zhaoming fell silent, a rare occurrence for him.

His fingers traced the soft fabric, his eyes flashing slightly.

Lin Chuyun, Lin Chuyun.

Song Zhaoming silently recited the name in his heart.

What kind of person are you?

Is a menial servant really worth your trouble?

Regardless of how Song Zhaoming viewed Chu Yun, he felt a sense of relief when he received the order that he no longer needed to assassinate Chu Yun.

*

After resting at home for a few days, Chu Yun chose a day when Yan Huaiji went out to visit Cui Siwan.

Before leaving, Chu Yun asked Ban Jin to damage her carriage.

"Sister Cui, my carriage is broken. May I borrow yours?" Chu Yun asked softly.

Cui Siwan: "Of course."

"Also, I was planning to stop by Mo Shuzhai today to have a book repaired, but I was in such a hurry that I forgot to bring my name card. Could I borrow it, sister? The coachman said the carriage can still be repaired. I'll take the book there and come back to get the carriage," Chu Yun added.

"It's no big deal, I'll have someone go get it for you," Cui Siwan said with a smile.

Chu Yun smiled and said, "Thank you, Sister Cui."

The carriage carrying Chu Yun drove all the way to the Ink Study.

Moshuzhai, the largest library in the capital, has four floors and a vast collection of books.

The first floor sells ordinary calligraphy, paintings, ink, and books at reasonable prices, which are very popular with students.

The second floor has desks for guests to read, and students often discuss poetry and essays here.

The third floor houses numerous rare and precious books, and only those who possess the Moshuzhai Calligraphy Collection are allowed to enter.

The fourth floor is the private domain of the study owner, and no one is allowed to enter without his permission.

Chu Yun, wearing a veiled hat, walked slowly into the Ink Study with graceful steps.

A beautiful woman, as pure and noble as the moon.

Chu Yun's appearance immediately attracted the attention of all the customers in the store.

The pageboy rushed to greet Chu Yun: "Miss, would you like to buy books or calligraphy and paintings?"

"I have a beloved book that has been in use for many years, and several pages are damaged. Young Master Mo has read countless books and has a photographic memory. I wonder if I could meet you and ask you to help me repair it?" Chu Yun said softly.

Qingying presented the name card to the pageboy.

Mo Shu Gongzi, the founder of Mo Shu Zhai, is a man of exceptional literary talent and extraordinary genius.

When he first arrived in the capital, he used a folding fan and a pot of wine to compete in poetry gatherings, impressing countless students.

Everyone thought that after he became famous, he would take the imperial examination and embark on an official career, but unexpectedly, he opened a study and collected books from all over the world.

After the study was completed, the young master of ink traveled around the world, only returning to the capital for a few days each spring. His residence and whereabouts were unpredictable.

The young master of ink wore a silver mask, and no one could ever see his true face.

A man of exceptional talent, indifferent to fame and fortune, as noble as a crane, and mysterious and unpredictable, such a person is not only admired by students, but also highly favored by women in the capital.

People who wanted to see him lined up from the entrance of his study all the way outside the city.

"What a coincidence! Our young master happens to be in his study today. May I go and ask if he has time to see the young lady?" the page said respectfully.

The page accepted the visiting card, but felt that the young master would not see this young lady.

After all, so many people wanted to see the young master, and the invitation cards were piled up one after another, but the young master hadn't seen a single one of them.

The page boy presented the name card to the young master of ink.

The young master Mo Shu looked at the three characters "Cui Siwan" written on the name card, his eyes flashing slightly.

Lin Chuyun, what are you up to?

When the carriage came to a stop, the young lady who had come in the Cui family's carriage slipped and her veil flew off. Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, he could clearly see that the woman was not Miss Cui at all, but Lin Chuyun.

The young master of ink, or rather Pei Jianzhi, lightly tapped his fingers on the table.

Thinking of Prince An in the study, Pei Jianzhi fell into deep thought.

He pondered whether Chu Yun's visit to the ink studio was a coincidence or intentional.

“Tell Miss Cui that she can bring the book to me for a look. If I can repair it, I can discuss it with her in person,” Pei Jianzhi said.

The pageboy was surprised that his young master was actually willing to see people today. He knew that he would not even see the Prince of An.

*

“Miss, my master says that you are a book lover and share the same interests as him.”

The damage to the books is a great blow to book lovers, and he can empathize with their pain. Please give the books to me, Miss, and I will do my best to help. The page said respectfully.

Chu Yun's eyes lit up with surprise. "Please thank you for me, young master."

He turned and instructed Qingyuan, "Go and fetch the book."

Soon, Qingyuan brought the book and handed it to the page.

"Please make yourself at home, young lady," the page said.

After the page left, Chu Yun sent Qing Yuan to buy pastries and paper and pens, and then went up to the third floor alone.

The name of Moshuzhai is well-deserved. On the third floor, there are many rare and unique books displayed on the shelves, which are clearly categorized and easy to see.

Chu Yun has a penchant for travelogues, and she stopped in front of a book called "Fun Facts of the Northern Frontier".

Turning the pages, immersed in the interesting anecdotes, Chu Yun stood still and began to read.

A gentle breeze blew through the window, lifting the veil, and the morning light shone on Chu Yun, bathing her in a soft glow.

This is a woman even the light favors.

A beautiful woman stood gracefully, holding a book and reading, a subtle fragrance wafting in the air.

It caught the eye of Yan Huaiji, who had come looking for a book.

He stood to one side, quietly watching the woman in front of him.