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

"Forget it. The world is vast and the people are numerous. I don't know his name or where he lives. With only a tattered scroll, how easy is it to see him?" Chu Yun sighed.

"Let's go, we should head back too," Chu Yun said to Qing Yuan, putting away her book.

Seeing that Chu Yun was about to leave, Yan Huaiji was jolted out of his reverie and walked uncontrollably toward where Chu Yun was.

"girl."

When Chu Yun saw Yan Huaiji again, she was slightly surprised. "I wonder what brings you here, young master?"

"The scenery in the southern region is truly magnificent..." Yan Huaiji said, word by word.

Chu Yun became increasingly surprised as she listened; what Yan Huaiji was saying was clearly the contents of the tattered book in her hand.

Yan Huaiji recited all the contents of the first page of the book before stopping.

Chu Yun hurriedly asked, "How do you know these things, young master? Have you also read this book?"

She took out the book in her hand so that Yan Huaiji could see it clearly.

"When I first entered the Southern Territory, I found solace in the mountains and rivers and wrote this notebook. It was later lost in the war, and I never expected to see it again today," Yan Huaiji said.

Chu Yun stood there, stunned, unable to process what had just happened.

The chance of meeting the owner of this book was extremely slim, practically nonexistent. She had originally thought she would never have the chance to meet the owner in her lifetime, but unexpectedly she did today.

"Is the young master truly the author of this book?" Chu Yun asked.

“It’s genuine, no doubt about it,” Yan Huaiji said.

Chu Yun was stunned, staring blankly at Yan Huaiji.

Yan Huaiji also stared at her, his gaze never wavering.

The young girl was as beautiful as a poem, and the young man was handsome and dashing; they gazed at each other from afar through a thin veil.

To onlookers, this scene was undeniably beautiful, a perfect match for a golden couple.

"I've heard that you wish to repair the damaged book, and I, though unskilled, am willing to offer my assistance," Yan Huaiji tentatively suggested.

Chu Yun was overjoyed, "Young Master is willing to help me?"

Yan Huaiji: "It is my honor that you value this book so much, young lady. It is nothing but a small matter that I cannot help you with."

Chu Yun was sincerely grateful: "Thank you, young master."

"But my daughter lives in the inner courtyard and it's inconvenient for her to go out. I don't know how to retrieve the scroll after it's repaired," Chu Yun said hesitantly.

Yan Huaiji: "Don't worry, young lady. I will reserve the Tianzi mailbox for a month. Seven days later, I will put the book in the mailbox, and you can send someone to pick it up at that time."

To facilitate communication among students, Moshuzhai not only holds regular poetry gatherings but also provides a mailbox for students to exchange letters and discuss ideas.

Some literati, known for their unconventional and romantic nature, would simply leave poems and riddles in their mailboxes, waiting for someone destined to find the answer and solve the riddle, which became a popular topic of conversation.

Retrieving books via mailbox can save you a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"Thank you for your thoughtful consideration, young master." Chu Yun bowed and expressed her gratitude.

Yan Huaiji quickly replied, "Miss, there's no need for such formalities."

"I am deeply grateful that you are willing to help me with my studies. I wonder what I can do for you?" Chu Yun insisted on bowing.

She spoke earnestly, clearly expressing her sincere gratitude; if she had politely declined, she probably wouldn't have felt at ease.

Yan Huaiji chuckled, “I see that you really enjoy this book, and I have some thoughts on it. If you don’t mind, you can communicate with me about the contents of this book through my mailbox.”

"To be honest, I haven't felt that youthful spirit of those days for a long time. I should thank you, young lady, for reminding me of that time."

Although those days were incredibly painful, they were also a time of rebirth for Yan Huaiji.

It was then that Yan Huaiji realized that continuing to please Consort Jiang would lead to no good end. He fought bravely on the battlefield so that he would no longer be abandoned and sacrificed at will.

This request was not unreasonable, and Chu Yun agreed: "My knowledge is limited, and there are some parts of the book that I do not understand. I would be more than happy if you would like to discuss this with me."

"My daughter will send someone to collect the book in seven days."

"In that case, the book shall be given to you, sir."

Chu Yun handed the book in her hand to Yan Huaiji.

Her fingers were as slender as scallions, and those tiny specks of white made Yan Huaiji's eyes darken.

He took the scroll and said, "Don't worry, young lady, I will definitely complete the book."

"Thank you for your trouble, young master." Chu Yun bowed again. "This humble woman takes her leave."

Yan Huaiji: "Please, young lady."

Not long after Chu Yun left, Yan Huaiji's attendant returned. "Your Highness, this young lady is Cui Siwan, the daughter of the Vice Minister of Revenue."

Minister of the Ministry of Revenue?

Could that ambitious and cunning Minister Cui, who was as eager for fame and fortune as a fox, have raised such a daughter?

Yan Huaiji's eyes flickered slightly.

*

Chu Yun went down to the third floor and had just reached the second floor when she was stopped by someone.

"So you're Cui Siwan?" A man dressed in brocade robes with an arrogant expression suddenly blocked Chu Yun's way.

His eyes were dark and his steps were unsteady, making him look weak and lacking in energy.

His tone was arrogant, his actions were rude, and he stared at Chu Yun with unbridled lewdness in his eyes.

Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, Chu Yun ignored him and took a small step to the side, preparing to leave.

The corridor was narrow, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side. When the man saw that Chu Yun ignored him, he became furious and stretched out his arm, completely blocking Chu Yun's way.

"Who are you, and why are you blocking my young lady's way?" Qingyuan raised her voice.

The man sneered, "I am your young lady's fiancé, Jiang Ju'an of the Jiang family."

"What are you saying, my young lady..." Qingyuan wanted to reveal Chu Yun's identity.

Chu Yun grabbed Qing Yuan's hand, stopping her from speaking, "Don't say anything more."

"Young master, please be careful with your words in public," Chu Yun said coldly.

Jiang Ju'an raised an eyebrow and laughed wildly, "What, Miss Cui, do you think I said something wrong?"

"If you want to enter the Jiang family, let me see what you look like first."

As he spoke, he moved closer to Chu Yun.

The strong smell of perfume on her body made Chu Yun feel uncomfortable, mixed with a faint scent that resembled musk and a hint of alcohol.

Chu Yun narrowed her eyes; this Jiang Ju'an was truly dissolute.

I'm afraid that after waking up in that brothel, he didn't even bother to wash up before coming to this ink study.

He really has no shame.

Chu Yun was right.

Jiang Ju'an did not return to his residence last night. Even though he had countless beautiful maids and concubines in his household, he was never satisfied and often stayed overnight at brothels.

He spent the night indulging in a brothel. On his way back home, he saw the Cui family's carriage. Thinking of the fiancée his family had arranged for him, he impulsively rushed in.

They apprehended the book boy in the study and questioned him, learning that Miss Cui had indeed come to the study.

Jiang Ju'an then led his page to help him find the person.

He wanted to see what the fiancée his family had arranged for him looked like; if she was ugly, he wouldn't let her into the house.

You should know that his aunt is a concubine of the imperial family. How could the daughter of a mere vice minister be a match for him?

Jiang Ju'an didn't even consider that he was a good-for-nothing who relied solely on his family's protection and had an illegitimate son at a young age, disregarding all social norms. What daughter in the capital would be willing to marry him?

And now you still have the nerve to criticize Cui Siwan.