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

The next day, Chu Yun packed her things and took a carriage to Baima Temple.

The White Horse Temple is located in the suburbs, covering a vast area with numerous side rooms.

After Chu Yun settled down, she summoned Song Zhaoming.

"What's your name?" Chu Yun asked softly, looking at the thin boy in front of her.

The boy looked up at her. "Song Zhaoming."

Chu Yun nodded. "So, how old are you?"

Song Zhaoming: "Fifteen."

"Is there anything you want to do? If you want to study, I can send you to school. If you want to learn martial arts, the guards I brought can teach you," Chu Yun asked.

Song Zhaoming's usually calm eyes finally showed a change.

"Why? Why are you helping me?" He stared straight at the girl in front of him.

Chu Yun chuckled, "I told you I would protect you, and I can't go back on my word. Besides, it would be a real waste not to use your prime years to learn some skills."

Song Zhaoming's brow twitched, and his gaze toward Chu Yun was filled with complex emotions.

No one had ever said such a thing to him.

It turns out that his youth was also worth living well.

"I want to learn martial arts," Song Zhaoming said.

He was skilled in using poison, but not very good at martial arts. In order to stay in the Xie family, he was often bullied.

He understood from a young age that the only way to protect himself was with his fists.

Song Zhaoming preferred martial arts to reading.

“Okay, I’ll arrange for someone to teach you,” Chu Yun said.

“Once you have completed your studies, I will let you leave. You can go wherever you want,” she added.

"You're willing to let me go?" Song Zhaoming was shocked.

"Of course. I saved you simply because I didn't want you to suffer. I didn't expect you to repay me in any way. If you grow up, go out and see the world for me." Chu Yun smiled.

After saying that, she couldn't help but cough twice.

Thinking of her physical condition, Song Zhaoming subconsciously clenched his fist.

“Miss, you must be tired from your journey. You should go and rest.” Qingying, who was standing to the side, said.

Chu Yun nodded, "I understand."

She looked at Song Zhaoming and said, "You should go back first. I will arrange everything."

Song Zhaoming gave her a deep look, then turned and left.

As I stepped out of the room, a few more clear coughs echoed through the room.

Song Zhaoming was unusually irritable.

*

The next few days passed uneventfully.

Song Zhaoming learned martial arts from Guard Li and made rapid progress.

Li, the bodyguard, had fought alongside General Lin on the battlefield and was extremely brave. However, he was later seriously wounded on the battlefield and had to retreat to the rear.

Song Zhaoming has a great talent for martial arts and is a promising young man.

Li, the guard, cherished talent and treasured this disciple, spending his days teaching him martial arts.

Chu Yun sent letters to Yan Huaiji every day to exchange poems and songs.

A person's handwriting reflects their personality; their words reveal their current state of mind.

Chu Yun's letters and calligraphy to Yan Huaiji in recent days have all revealed a sense of joy and ease.

After all, Yan Huaiji treated her like Cui Siwan, and the fact that the Jiang family broke off the engagement was enough to make Cui Siwan happy and relaxed.

Chu Yun naturally wanted to share this joy with Yan Huaiji.

Yan Huaiji truly felt this joy.

He looked at the peach blossom painting on the table. The peach blossoms were so abundant that they weighed down the branches, and their fragrance seemed to waft over to him. He couldn't help but smile.

She seems to be very happy lately.

Yan Huaiji, who had been troubled by trivial matters these past few days, finally felt a sense of relief.

My tense nerves relaxed for a moment.

Yan Huaiji knew very well that he had fallen for Cui Siwan. He admired her talent, her understanding nature, and her stunning beauty.

But he also knew that he would not marry her.

Given Cui's status, it would be difficult for her to even become his concubine, let alone his principal wife.

The political situation in the court is currently turbulent, and there is no room for the slightest mistake.

Yan Huaiji wouldn't do anything foolish.

He silently thought to himself that even if she was just a concubine, he would never mistreat her or let anyone bully her.

Chu Yun doesn't have mind-reading abilities and doesn't know what Yan Huaiji is thinking. If she did, she would definitely scold Yan Huaiji a couple of times—he's dreaming too much!

However, although Yan Huaiji accepted Cui Siwan's idea, he did not take immediate action.

With the Cui family and the Jiang family having just broken off their engagement, the court is in turmoil. If he were to propose to the Cui family now, it would only arouse more suspicion. If he were not careful, he might even harm "Cui Siwan" and let people know that she is his weakness.

He must eliminate the third brother's power before his affair with "Cui Siwan" can be put on the agenda.

Yan Huaiji deliberately erased all traces of his correspondence with Chu Yun, which indirectly helped Chu Yun better conceal her identity.

The longer the truth is kept hidden, the more panicked and heartbroken Yan Huaiji will become when he finds out.

Chu Yun waited for that day to come.

*

That night

Chu Yun woke up in the middle of the night and looked up to see that the night was dark all around, with only a sliver of moonlight shining into the room through the window paper.

She struggled to sit up, and a sharp pain immediately shot through her chest.

Chu Yun gasped, her fingers gripping the brocade quilt covering her body.

Before she could recover, Chu Yun felt a chill on her neck.

A long sword was held horizontally against Chu Yun's neck, its blade gleaming coldly in the darkness, the tip even tinged with blood, and a faint smell of blood permeated Chu Yun's surroundings.

Chu Yun's heart sank suddenly, and she stiffened, not daring to move an inch.

Seeing that Chu Yun was somewhat sensible, the man with the sword narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Don't shout, or I'll kill you right now."

The man's voice was clear and cold, like jade shattering on the ground, light and moving, but even the most beautiful voice could not hide the murderous intent in his words.

He wore a silver mask that covered his entire face, revealing only his eyes, which were filled with indifference and coldness.

Chu Yun was certain that if she dared to scream, blood would be spilled on the spot.

Chu Yun replied weakly, her voice trembling, "Okay."

The girl's voice was broken, and she dared not say another word. Although she tried to remain calm, Yan Jinyu could still hear the fear in Chu Yun's trembling voice.

He stared at Chu Yun quietly for a while, then slowly sheathed his sword.

Feeling the sword depart, Chu Yun exhaled a breath, her straight back slightly bent.

She felt very uncomfortable in her chest, and it took her a long time to calm down her breathing. The numbness and pain in her chest gradually subsided.

Beside the bed, Yan Jinyu stood tall and elegant, gazing at Chu Yun. Even though he couldn't see her face clearly, he could hear her rapid, slightly panting breaths.

She was too weak, so weak that he could kill her with one hand, but Yan Jinyu did not let his guard down and remained on edge.

"Miss, are you alright?" A voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Yan Jinyu sheathed his sword and pressed it against Chu Yun's neck once more.

"Don't talk nonsense," he threatened in a low voice.

"I'm fine, Uncle Li, what happened?" Chu Yun asked.

"It's nothing serious. A few people rushed into the White Horse Temple with unclear intentions, but I've already driven them away."

"I was just worried about Miss, so I came to check on her. I didn't expect she was already awake."

The person who arrived was none other than Guard Li.