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

Chu Yun read it carefully, savoring every word in the book.

Long fingers turn the pages of the book, roaming through the scenery of the North.

She was frail from childhood, which made her yearn for life outside even more.

Suddenly a strong wind arose, making the pages of the book in Chu Yun's hands rustle.

She reached out to shield herself from the wind, and her head turned to the side.

It met Yan Huaiji's dark, inky eyes.

Through the veil, Chu Yun could not see the face of the person in front of her clearly, only a vague outline.

I wonder how long this person has been standing here.

He was followed by servants; could he be a young master from some family?

Chu Yun felt a slight unease, put away the book, and prepared to leave.

The gaps between the bookshelves are large enough for three or four people to pass through at the same time.

Chu Yun walked silently forward, keeping her head down, close to the bookshelf and avoiding Yan Huaiji.

Yan Huaiji raised an eyebrow and chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes.

Does this girl think he's a philanderer?

But he didn't consider that a respectable man would stare at a girl so intently that he lost himself in thought.

It's understandable that Chu Yun is so wary of him.

Chu Yun walked out cautiously, little by little, like a frightened fawn.

As Chu Yun got further and further away from Yan Huaiji, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Miss, please wait."

Those five short words sent a chill down Chu Yun's spine.

She hesitated, wondering whether to turn around, and paused slightly in her steps.

Yan Huaiji watched her retreating figure and couldn't help but smile.

She was like a frightened cat, which aroused his desire to tease her.

“Miss…” Yan Huaiji spoke again.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Qingyuan, who had come looking for Chu Yun.

"Miss, so you're here." Qingyuan frowned and walked over quickly, looking at Yan Huaiji with unfriendly eyes.

When Chu Yun saw Qing Yuan, it was like seeing a savior, and she grabbed her hand.

Qingyuan stood in front of Chu Yun, blocking Yan Huaiji's gaze.

Both master and servant regarded him as a monstrous flood, which Yan Huaiji found both infuriating and laughable.

“Young lady, there’s no need to be so afraid of me… I just wanted to ask you when you will finish reading the book you have, so I can borrow it after you.”

I have only ever seen a handwritten copy of this book and have never been able to see the original. I never expected to see it here today. I originally wanted to borrow it, but the young lady took the book first.

"I feared I might not have the chance to read this book, so I waited a little longer. If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me," Yan Huaiji explained.

His explanation that the rare books in the Moshuzhai collection are only for lending and not for sale is plausible.

He is also a book lover.

Chu Yun realized she had made a mistake and blushed with embarrassment.

She stepped out from behind Qingyuan and gave a slight curtsy. "It's all my fault. I misunderstood you, young master. I'm so sorry."

“I have read this book before. Since you like it so much, young master, I shouldn’t try to steal it from you. Please, young master.” Chu Yun handed the book to Qing Yuan.

Qingyuan held the book and handed it to the attendant behind Yan Huaiji.

"Please make yourself at home, young master. I'll take my leave first," Chu Yun said softly.

Yan Huaiji: "Please, young lady."

Chu Yun nodded slightly and slowly left.

The master and servant were talking as they walked, but they were too far apart for Yan Huaiji to hear clearly.

"Take my name card to borrow books, and while you're at it, find out who this young lady is," Yan Huaiji instructed his attendant.

Anyone who can go up to the third floor has submitted a name card and is registered. Although the name card is not easily shown to others, it can still be found if you want to.

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The page boy returned the tattered book to Chu Yun.

“Miss Cui, my young master said that this book is like a private journal. He has never seen it and cannot make up for the missing pages for you.”

Chu Yun was disappointed, but she didn't want to show it in front of others. "It's alright. This book doesn't have an author's name, and the layout and writing are casual and unrestrained. I guessed that it might be a private notebook. It's normal that you haven't seen it before. Please thank you for me."

The pageboy withdrew in response.

Chu Yun sighed softly, "It seems there's no way to complete this book."

Qingyuan: "I wonder which box this book was found in. Miss likes it so much. She has been holding it every day for the past few days and even wants to repair it. I have never seen Miss like a book so much."

Chu Yun listened to her teasing and said helplessly, "What do you know? This book records the scenery of the Southern Border. The content is detailed and the artistic conception is grand. I was born in a courtyard and have never seen such a scene. I yearn for it so much."

Moreover, the author of this book possesses profound insights and is someone who, like me, yearns for freedom; he can be considered my kindred spirit.

Then, her tone became somber, "But it seems he is going through a pain that I can hardly comprehend. If I could, I really want to see him."

"My uncle searched far and wide for rare and precious antiques for me, and I don't know where he found this book. He kept it in a box and I never found it. If I hadn't received a reward a few days ago and taken stock of the storeroom, I would have missed this book."

Qingyuan knew that Chuyun rarely went out because of her poor health and longed for the scenery outside. Hearing her say this, she felt a little sorry for her.

"But even Young Master Mo has never seen this book, so who else can complete it?"

Neither the mistress nor the servant noticed that Yan Huaiji had been watching them from the shadows for a long time and had heard their words clearly.

His gaze fell on the book in Chu Yun's hand, his eyes widening in surprise.

This book, or rather, its journal, is more appropriate.

It was written by his own hand.

After Yan Huaijing's death, Consort Jiang also went mad, beating and scolding Yan Huaiji every day, treating him as an enemy.

Later, because Yan Huaiji's maternal grandmother went to the palace to persuade Consort Jiang to see that in the current situation, she could only rely on Yan Huaiji, Consort Jiang finally came to her senses and stopped beating and scolding Yan Huaiji at every turn.

But she was just lucidly insane.

After being poisoned, Yan Huaijing's health deteriorated, and his only pleasure was reading.

Every time Consort Jiang saw Yan Huaiji reading, she would think of Yan Huaijing, and her gaze towards Yan Huaiji would become incredibly terrifying.

At that time, Yan Huaiji felt guilty towards Consort Jiang, so he studied and practiced calligraphy in secret.

This lessened Consort Jiang's hatred towards him.

After Yan Huaichen was born, he was exiled to the southern border, where he realized that in Consort Jiang's heart, he was just a dispensable pawn.

His life could be used to pave the way for Yan Huaichen. Even if he died in the southern border, Consort Jiang would only be happy. His death would make Emperor Qing'an cherish her even more.

When Yan Huaiji first arrived in the southern border, he was very depressed.

He got through those dark days by indulging in nature and drinking heavily.

It was during that period that he wrote this book, "Travels in the Southern Border".

Yan Huaiji thought in a twisted and numb way: Consort Jiang forbade him to touch books, but he insisted on touching them, and not only that, he wanted to write on them.

Yan Huaiji was not unhappy about suddenly leaving the oppressive Chang Le Palace, but his freedom was built on the foundation of becoming a pawn.

He was both happy and sad, his mood fluctuating between low and high, almost pushing himself to the brink of despair.

Even now, thinking back to those days, Yan Huaiji still feels a chill in his heart.

It turns out that some people can empathize with his unbearable past and experiences.

A person like him can also be considered a confidant.