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

Song Zhaoming came on strong, but Yan Jinyu refused to back down. He released Chu Yun's shoulder, letting her lean against a pillar beside him. Then he threw the leaf in his hand and shot out of the pavilion like an arrow, facing Song Zhaoming head-on.

The two men began to fight in the open space outside the pavilion.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qingyuan and Qingying entered the pavilion and saw that Chuyun's face was pale and full of pain. The two were terrified, thinking that she had been bullied and that this had caused her to fall ill. They both sobbed.

Qingying was more composed, so she stopped crying first, came to Chuyun's side, and comforted her.

Qingyuan hurriedly followed.

Outside the pavilion, Song Zhaoming and Yan Jinyu were engaged in a fierce battle.

Song Zhaoming learned boxing from Li Huwei. He clenched his fist and swept it with great power.

He was furious and threw every punch with deadly force, managing to exchange blows with Yan Jinyu for several rounds.

Yan Jinyu had practiced martial arts since childhood and was highly skilled. Even though Song Zhaoming was extremely talented in martial arts, he was no match for him.

He broke off a branch, used it as a sword, and stabbed Song Zhaoming.

However, after fighting for a while, Song Zhaoming fell into a disadvantageous position.

Yan Jinyu took a tree branch and struck Song Zhaoming's leg bone with a skillful force. Song Zhaoming felt a piercing pain in his bone and then knelt down on the ground.

He knelt on one knee, looked up, stared wide-eyed at Yan Jinyu, wishing he could skin him alive.

Yan Jinyu frowned, put away the branch in her hand, glanced at the boy in front of her who looked like a little wolf cub, sneered, and walked away.

"Don't go!" Song Zhaoming shouted angrily.

Yan Jinyu acted as if she hadn't heard him, saying as she walked, "You are no match for me."

Upon seeing Qingyuan and Qingying, Yan Jinyu guessed that Song Zhaoming was Chu Yun's man and did not kill him.

However, Song Zhaoming's sudden outburst offended Yan Jinyu. Yan Jinyu's words were impolite, intended to discourage Song Zhaoming and dampen his arrogance.

Song Zhaoming was indeed furious. Chu Yun had been "taken lightly" by this man, and now he was being looked down upon by him. How could he not be angry!

He stared at Yan Jinyu's back, his right hand reaching into his belt and finding the poisoned needle.

Today, he will spare this man's life!

Let's see if he dares to be so arrogant again!

"Go to hell!" Song Zhaoming roared, throwing out silver needles.

"Stop!" Chu Yun's voice rang out as the silver needle shot out from her sleeve.

She took her medicine, drank some water, and with the help of Qingyuan and Qingying to help her catch her breath, she felt much better.

But as soon as he woke up, he saw Yan Jinyu knock Song Zhaoming to the ground. He wanted to stop her, but he didn't have the strength to speak.

After a moment's pause, and then watching helplessly as Song Zhaoming threw something straight at Yan Jinyu, in a moment of desperation, he blurted out words of protest.

After saying that, he spat out a mouthful of blood and slumped onto Qingying's shoulder.

As for Yan Jinyu, Chu Yun didn't need to worry about him. He had excellent hearing. Hearing the noise behind him, he dodged to the side, took out a branch to block, and the poison needle was completely blocked by the branch.

Yan Jinyu narrowed his eyes, his anger rising. He turned around, intending to teach Song Zhaoming a lesson, when he saw him stumbling and running toward him like a madman.

No, to be precise, they ran in the direction where Chu Yun was.

After Song Zhaoming threw out the poisoned needle, he heard Chu Yun's voice, looked up and saw her spitting blood. A chill ran through his body.

Ignoring the injury on his leg, he struggled to get up and staggered forward, not caring that Yan Jinyu would seek revenge.

Seeing Song Zhaoming's fear and panic, Yan Jinyu sensed something was wrong. Following his gaze, she saw Chu Yun being supported by a maid, and her condition seemed to be bad.

For some reason, Yan Jinyu panicked for a moment.

But the panic came and went quickly; before he could even figure it out, it vanished without a trace.

While Yan Jinyu was still in a daze, Song Zhaoming had already limped into the pavilion.

Qingyuan and Qingying suddenly saw Chuyun coughing up blood and cried uncontrollably.

The handkerchief used to wipe Chu Yun's lips was stained with blood; the sight of the snow-white handkerchief stained with blood was shocking.

"What's wrong?" Song Zhaoming asked in a hoarse voice, his voice trembling with a fear he himself was unaware of.

“I don’t know. Miss seems to be having an attack of her illness, but I’ve never seen her cough up blood before!” Qingyuan said, choking back tears.

"This can't go on. We need to take Miss back to see a doctor right away." Qingying at least retained some rationality.

"Yes, yes, take Miss back to find a doctor!" Qingyuan nodded numbly, wiped away her tears haphazardly, and tried to help Chuyun up as she spoke.

Qingying also helped.

But the two frail women, both in a state of panic, were unable to support Chu Yun steadily. In their frantic efforts, they nearly dropped themselves.

“I’ll do it!” Song Zhaoming stepped forward, enduring the pain in his legs, and half-squatted down. “I’ll carry Miss down the mountain.”

He was covered in sweat and his face was deathly pale, not much better off than Chu Yun. He was just putting on a brave face. If he were to actually carry Chu Yun down the mountain, he would probably die from the pain first.

But apart from him, no one else could help them. Qingyuan and Qingying exchanged a glance, helped up Chuyun, and each of them held one of her hands, trying to put her on Song Zhaoming's back.

But Yan Jinyu, who rushed out halfway, stopped him: "Wait, I'll do it!"

Qingyuan, Qingying, and Song Zhaoming all looked at him.

Yan Jinyu didn't explain. He strode forward, pushed aside Song Zhaoming, and made a move to take Chu Yun from Qingyuan and Qingying.

In Yan Jinyu's own eyes, he was taking over from Chu Yun.

But to Qingyuan and the other two, his actions were blatant robbery!

"What are you doing!" Qingyuan exclaimed in surprise.

Qingying also looked at Yan Jinyu with an unfriendly expression.

Song Zhaoming's hatred for Yan Jinyu ran deep to the core.

"Save her! If she continues to delay, she won't survive!" Yan Jinyu said coldly.

Without waiting for a second, he knocked away Qingyuan and Qingying's hands, put his arm around Chuyun's waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

"Let her go!" Song Zhaoming said angrily.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, I'm taking him with me first!" Yan Jinyu suffered a great change in his childhood, falling from a high position and almost being smashed to pieces. After recovering, his personality changed drastically.

Indifference, suspicion, and ruthlessness are etched into his very bones and marrow.

He was already impatient with Chu Yun, let alone Qing Yuan, Qing Ying, and Song Zhaoming; he wouldn't even give them a glance.

Kuang Chuyun was in critical condition, so he had no time to explain to the three that he was not a bad person and had no intention of harming their young lady.

He carried Chu Yun and walked out of the pavilion.

Song Zhaoming threw a few more silver needles from behind, which he easily dodged. He moved swiftly and disappeared from the three people's sight with Chu Yun in no time.

Song Zhaoming had injured his bone and could not run fast or move at all. He watched helplessly as Yan Jinyu took Chu Yun away, feeling both hatred and anger.