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

Before Yan Huaiji could figure out who had attacked Chu Yun, something even more troublesome happened.

A young apprentice medicine boy walked in carrying a handkerchief and a basin of water.

The medicine boy was a young boy with still-childish features, looking about eleven or twelve years old. He was slender and tall with a fair complexion, the kind of child that people would like at first sight.

Yan Huaiji, however, could not stand him no matter how he looked at him.

The girl on the bed was only about the age of fifteen, not much older than the medicine boy.

Boys and girls should not sit together after the age of seven. This Sacred Heart Hall is too unruly. They actually let this half-grown boy take care of Chu Yun and even wipe her face to cool her down.

How can Chu Yun be seen by any man in her current state?

Despite his special choice of an elderly doctor over fifty, he still couldn't prevent it.

Yan Huaiji stared at the young apprentice with hostility. "Put the water down and get out."

The young apprentice, head bowed and eyes downcast, remembered the old doctor's instructions and knew this distinguished guest was not to be trifled with. He dared not argue, placed the basin and towel on the table, and left.

After the young medicine boy left, Yan Huaiji walked to the table, picked up a towel, and soaked it in water.

After the towel is thoroughly wet, wring out the excess water.

Yan Huaiji took a towel and came to Chu Yun's side.

Chu Yun half-closed her eyes, still feeling unbearably hot.

Yan Huaiji placed a towel on Chu Yun's forehead and gently pressed it.

Chu Yun couldn't help but say, "It feels so good."

Yan Huaiji's hand trembled slightly. He stared at her for a while, his eyes growing increasingly dark.

Chu Yun's brow was no longer hot, but her cheeks were still hot. Yan Huaiji didn't move, so she twisted around randomly, raised her hand to grab a handkerchief, and rubbed it on her face.

Helpless, Yan Huaiji held her hand and gently wiped her face.

The towel brushed across her eyebrows, nose, and lips, then down to her fair neck.

He abruptly pulled the towel back, went to the basin, soaked the towel again, and came back to wipe Chu Yun's cheeks and hands.

After repeating this several times, the medicine boy finally brought the medicine.

After Chu Yun drank the medicine, she slowly fell asleep.

Yan Huaiji stayed by her side, looking at Chu Yun's sleeping face, feeling a little heartache.

"Your Highness," the guard who had been sent to investigate returned to report.

Yan Huaiji said in a low voice, "Let's talk outside."

He turned slightly to the side, blocking Chu Yun from behind.

The guard dared not look around and lowered his head, saying, "Yes."

The two went to the outer room.

"Your Highness, it was Young Master Jiang who drugged this young lady," the guard said.

Yan Huaiji narrowed his eyes, a murderous glint flashing within them.

"Miss Cui's private room was booked by Madam Cui. It seems that Young Master Jiang knew that Miss Cui was going to Tian Tai Lou, so he also booked a private room next door," the guard added.

Yan Huaiji's face darkened completely.

Very well, the Cui family and Jiang Ju'an actually dared to do such a despicable thing.

"Capture him and bring him back to the Prince An's residence," Yan Huaiji said in a deep voice.

Guard: "Yes."

After saying that, he withdrew.

Yan Huaiji returned to the inner room, and after a short while, Chu Yun woke up.

"Young Master Song, where are we?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

Yan Huaiji: "This is the Sacred Heart Hall, the largest medical clinic in the capital."

Chu Yun rubbed her temples and slowly sat up.

Yan Huaiji originally wanted to help her up, and his hand was halfway out when he thought about it and felt it was inappropriate, so he withdrew it.

He clenched his fist and coughed lightly. "The effects of the medication on your body have worn off. Rest here for a while."

Chu Yun looked at her with a puzzled expression. "What kind of drug did I take?"

Her eyes were clear and bright, like blank sheets of paper.

This person, so pure and clear like crystal, had actually been drugged like that. Yan Huaiji's anger intensified.

He was secretly furious, but he couldn't bring himself to say those three words.

"It's nothing, just some medicine that can make you lose your mind. Do you remember what happened before the Chinese medicine?" Yan Huaiji asked.

Chu Yun pondered for a moment, "I only drank a cup of tea in the private room, and my body felt like it was on fire. Then a group of people appeared and tried to capture me."

"Later I ran away and met...Young Master Pei, he saved me."

Chu Yun seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly asked, "By the way, Young Master Song, do you know where Young Master Pei, who saved me, is now? I only remember that he fell down, and then you appeared. I don't remember what happened after that very clearly."

Yan Huaiji's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this, and a hint of displeasure crossed his mind.

“That young master seems to be unwell. He couldn’t get up after falling. I was afraid that if you stayed any longer, something terrible would happen, so I took you with me and brought you to this Sacred Heart Hall.”

"I reckon he should be home by now."

Chu Yun frowned. "So that's how it is. I wonder how Young Master Pei is doing. If it weren't for him this time, I'm afraid..."

Chu Yun didn't say what came next, but Yan Huaiji understood that if Jiang Ju'an really succeeded, Chu Yun's life would be over.

A murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Do you know who drugged you?" Yan Huaiji asked.

Chu Yun suddenly gripped the blanket tightly.

"I...I'm not sure." She looked troubled, her eyes filled with undisguised sorrow.

Yan Huaiji understood her concerns. The Jiang family was powerful, and Jiang Ju'an was her "fiancé." Even if she revealed the matter of the traditional Chinese medicine, no one would stand by her side.

“If you have any difficulties, you can tell me, and I can help you,” Yan Huaiji tentatively suggested.

"Thank you for saving me today, young master. This matter is difficult to resolve, so it's best if you don't get involved." Chu Yun shook her head.

After she finished speaking, she lifted the covers and got out of bed.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Huaiji asked.

"It's getting late, I must return home. I will definitely find a way to repay your great kindness, young master."

Chu Yun put on her shoes, stood in front of Yan Huaiji, and gave a slight curtsy.

"Young master, please remember not to get involved in this matter. If you are implicated because of this, my conscience will not be at peace," she added.

"I hope you take care, young master. I'll take my leave now."

"Wait a minute." Yan Huaiji looked at the woman in front of him who had bowed with her eyes lowered, and felt a pang of pain in his heart.

She is so obedient, sensible, and considerate of others, yet she never schemes for herself. She will be devoured alive by her heartless stepmother, her biological father, and the Jiang family.

"Is there something you wish to tell me, young master?" Chu Yun looked up at him.

Yan Huaiji really wanted to tell her, "Don't be afraid, I will solve those troubles for you," but he was afraid that revealing his identity would scare her, so he held back.

"I'll have someone take you; it'll be faster to go back by carriage," he said in a low voice.

Chu Yun did not refuse; the carriage was indeed faster than walking. "Thank you, young master."

"Someone come here!" Yan Huaiji raised his voice.

The guards appeared quickly.

"Send her back," Yan Huaiji said.

He turned to Chu Yun and said, "Go with him, he will send you back safely."

Chu Yun: "Okay."

Yan Huaiji looked at Chu Yun's slender back, his eyes swirling with complex emotions.

I feel sorry for her background, I feel sorry for her sensible nature, and... I am secretly annoyed that she left so decisively.

A flood of emotions overwhelmed Yan Huaiji, making him uncontrollably irritable.

In the end, all his emotions turned into anger towards Jiang Ju'an.

It's been a long time since anyone has made him this angry.

"Go home!"

He was filled with anger, his face was ashen, and his voice was chillingly cold.

The guards standing outside shrugged, sensing that someone was about to be in trouble.