My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

This is a fictional country, the Kingdom of Mu.

One of the female lead candidates is the reborn girl, Song Xinran, the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Song. In her previous life, she married the dashing Prince Zhennan. They were a perfect couple, admired by everyone. Three months after their marriage, good news came from the Prince Zhennan's mansion. However, the one who was happy was not her, but Song Wurou, the second daughter of the Song family, who had been treated like a sister since childhood.

Seeing her younger sister kneeling before her, weeping with tears streaming down her face, her face full of remorse, she had no choice but to adopt the magnanimous demeanor of a crown princess and welcome Song Wurou into the family as a concubine. What happened next was not hard to guess. The white lotus sister was not as innocent as she appeared, and her pregnancy was not an accident. Everything was planned by this black-hearted lotus. In the end, Song Wurou successfully took the place of the original wife and kicked her out, while Song Xinran could only die with resentment.

Heaven gave her another chance, allowing her to be reborn and return to the time before she was married. So she punished the illegitimate daughter, refused the marriage, and vowed to live a new life!

The time-traveling woman is An Ruoqing, the youngest daughter of the once-renowned General An. A sudden illness nearly killed the original An Ruoqing, but when she woke up, she had become a different person, the cheerful and quirky An Ruoqing of the present world. From then on, the time-traveling woman lived a wonderful life in this fictional dynasty!

This time, Su Nuan is Song Nuan, the illegitimate youngest daughter of Prime Minister Song of Mu Kingdom. The reborn Song Xinran is her older sister. The original owner's mother was an ordinary daughter of an official who married Prime Minister Song and became his second wife.

Song Nuan's mother never competed with the other wives and concubines in the mansion, and was always bullied and scolded. Because of her mother's mild-mannered nature, she developed a timid and cowardly personality and was always afraid of strangers. Later, when the transmigrated woman and the reborn woman fought, she became cannon fodder and died early.

As for the male protagonist of this world, he is Mu Qianyan, the Ninth Prince of Mu Kingdom. He is gentle and refined, and gets along well with everyone. He is the youngest son of the late emperor. His outstanding appearance and gentle and polite temperament make many young ladies from official families admire him.

The reason this world is considered to have a bad ending is that all the stories ended before a palace gathering, ostensibly a palace banquet but actually a search for a wife for the Ninth Prince, even began. All that was left for Song Nuan to figure out on her own.

However, for Song Nuan to carve out a path between reborn and transmigrated women and win the heart of a prince is just too difficult...orz

The current plot has progressed to the point where the reborn Song Xinran has killed Song Wurou, the culprit who caused her tragic death in her previous life, and has also rejected the marriage agreement with the Prince of Zhennan, living a life of pride.

An Ruoqing was thriving in the General's Mansion, doted on by her father, mother, and brother, living a carefree life!

"Miss, it's time to pay your respects to the Madam!" the maid Caiyin reminded her from outside.

“Okay,” Song Nuan replied. The original owner’s voice was soft and delicate, and it might be hard to hear unless you listened carefully.

She got up, walked to the dressing table, and called Caiyin, who was outside the door, in to do her makeup.

Looking at her slightly blurry face in the bronze mirror, Song Nuan could vaguely discern that the original owner was a classical beauty with delicate eyebrows, fair complexion, and light makeup, which perfectly showcased her elegant temperament.

As Caiyin was dressing up her young mistress, she looked at the radiant Song Nuan and felt that her mistress seemed to have become even more beautiful!

After the master and servant finished getting ready, they met up with the second mistress, who was also the original owner's mother, and together they went to the first mistress's courtyard.

"Anuan greets the First Madam!" Song Nuan bowed to the First Madam, who was seated in the main seat, just as the original owner remembered.

"Yes, please sit down!" The Prime Minister's wife was a dignified, elegant, knowledgeable, and kind woman. Although she had a son and a daughter, she only had a few fine lines around her eyes.

"Yes." Song Nuan then sat down with the second madam.

When the Prime Minister's wife saw Song Nuan, who was no longer as timid and cautious as before, a look of relief flashed in her eyes. She said to the Second Madam, "This child, Nuan, has grown up so much without us even realizing it."

"Yes! She's grown into a young lady without us even realizing it," the second wife chimed in.

"Hmm..." The Prime Minister's wife raised her eyes to look Song Nuan up and down, "I will arrange a good marriage for her!"

"Thank you, sister!" The second madam was overjoyed. She was certain that the Prime Minister's wife would keep her promise, and her daughter, Anuan, would surely be betrothed to a good family!

"Madam, the eldest young lady has arrived!" the maid announced.

A cool and aloof beauty walked over from not far away, wearing a long, flowing crimson dress. Her features were similar to Song Nuan's, but she exuded nobility. The vicissitudes in her eyes made it hard to believe that this was a young girl of sixteen.

"Ran'er is here!" The Prime Minister's wife's eyes lit up with joy as she rose to greet her.

"Mother." When Song Xinran faced her mother, her eyes softened, no longer as sharp as before.

"Sister," Song Nuan called out softly.

Song Xinran looked in the direction of the sound and saw Song Nuan. Her eyes were clear and pure, untouched by the filth of the world. But wasn't Song Wurou the same at the beginning, and in the end...?

Thinking of this, Song Xinran's eyes dimmed, and she replied faintly, "Mm."

Afterwards, the mother and daughter had a private conversation, and Song Nuan and the second wife sat quietly to the side and listened.

"...By the way, the palace banquet is in three days, Ran'er, you must prepare well!" After saying that, the Prime Minister's wife looked at Song Nuan, "...This time I will also take this girl Nuan to see the world."

“Yes, Madam,” Song Nuan straightened up and replied with a lowered brow.

……

Three days later, Song Nuan got up very early. Today was the day of the palace banquet. She got up early to wash and dress up, choosing a pale yellow long dress with a white lining. Her hair was fixed at her temples with a simple, elegant, and luxurious jade hairpin, and her long hair, which reached her waist, was draped like satin behind her. She looked exceptionally fresh and graceful.

She arrived at the main hall of the Prime Minister's residence and waited. Soon after, Song Xinran and the Prime Minister's wife appeared.

Song Xinran was still wearing that crimson purple dress, her makeup was perfect, exuding both nobility and stunning beauty. Her cool and aloof temperament made people unconsciously follow her.

The Prime Minister's wife looked at Song Nuan's simple yet elegant attire and nodded in satisfaction.

After the Prime Minister appeared, the group boarded a carriage and headed towards the palace.

The Prime Minister and his wife, along with Song Nuan and Song Xinran, sat in two separate carriages, one in front of the other.

Song Nuan cautiously glanced at Song Xinran sitting opposite her, but immediately looked away when she met her cold gaze.

Song Nuan sighed, realizing she seemed to have caught the original owner's timidity and cowardice...

The two did not speak to each other along the way, but the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

The carriage traveled for about half an hour, and the palace gate was not far away.

Suddenly, the carriage in front stopped, and there was a commotion outside, for reasons unknown.

Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out: "Your horse almost killed someone, are you just going to leave like this?" Her voice was clear and melodious.

"What do you want to do?"

"You need to apologize to this old lady!"

"I……"

"Afu, what's going on?" The Prime Minister, who was in the carriage in front, got out and asked.

"Reporting to you, sir, this woman suddenly rushed into the middle of the road. I didn't have time to brake and almost hit her," Afu replied.

"Well, Afu, this was your fault. You should apologize to this old lady!" the Prime Minister said justly.

"Yes, my lord!"

"Girl, what's wrong?" a strong voice rang out. "Hey, Old Song, what are you doing here?"

"..."

Song Nuan curiously lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, and a white figure appeared before her eyes. This was An Ruoqing, who had transmigrated here. She wore a white dress that made her skin look as white as snow, and her temperament was light and ethereal. Her slightly heroic eyebrows added a lot of boldness to her. Every move she made exuded an unusual light that was different from this world.

Standing beside her was a tall, robust middle-aged man, who must be the renowned General An!

The Prime Minister and he had known each other for a long time and were old friends who had teased each other for many years. One looked down on the other as a brute who only knew how to solve problems with his fists, while the other couldn't stand seeing the other reading books all day long.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two groups headed towards the palace gate together.

The Prime Minister and General An were summoned by the Emperor and went to the Imperial Study.

The Prime Minister's wife, along with Song Nuan and Song Xinran, went to the women's quarters with their maids. The palace banquet would not officially begin until the evening, and An Ruoqing also went with the General's wife and them.

"You're also a daughter of Prime Minister Song, aren't you?" An Ruoqing glanced at the cold-faced Song Xinran and then decisively approached Song Nuan.

“Yes, I am the Prime Minister’s second daughter, born out of wedlock,” Song Nuan answered softly.

"What do you mean by illegitimate or legitimate? You're just Prime Minister Song's daughter, isn't that right..." she said nonchalantly.

“You can’t say that. Since ancient times, there has been a distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children, and it is necessary to differentiate between them,” Song Nuan said.

After hearing this, An Ruoqing pouted and murmured softly, "Where we come from, everyone is equal!"

Embarrassed, Song Nuan still asked, "Miss An, what did you say?"

"Hehe, it's nothing! It's nothing!" An Ruoqing waved her hand and retreated to the general's wife, no longer wanting to chat with this "conservative" young lady.

Suddenly, a man dressed in a dark blue robe walked towards them. He was handsome and had a smile as gentle as a spring breeze on his lips, which calmed people down. He truly lived up to the common people's description of him as "a gentleman unparalleled in the world".

"Ninth Prince!" The maid in front knelt down to pay her respects, and the Prime Minister's wife and the General's wife also knelt down with the three of them to pay their respects.

Song Nuan was the first to react, and obediently knelt down to pay her respects, not daring to look at Mu Qianyan even once, since in the original story he was not as pure and kind as he appeared on the surface.

Song Xinran was stunned when she saw the newcomer, and then she knelt down. She never expected that the Ninth Prince, whom she had only heard about in the teahouse in her previous life, was so handsome. Compared to him, even the Prince of Zhennan's heir looked insignificant.

An Ruoqing, on the other hand, was completely stunned, ignoring the general's wife who kept tugging at her clothes to remind her, and stared straight at him without blinking.

The Ninth Prince noticed the woman, a hint of something unreadable flashing in his clear, dark eyes. His smile deepened, and he said gently, "What brings you here, young lady?"

"You're so handsome..." An Ruoqing murmured, gazing into his clear and gentle black eyes, almost lost in his tenderness.

"Ruoqing!" The general's wife felt like she wanted to die, and she lowered her voice to scold, "Don't be rude!"

An Ruoqing then came to her senses, knelt down apologetically to pay her respects, her eyes still wandering towards Wang Muqianyan.

"Get up! No need for formalities," Mu Qianyan said warmly, waving his hand.

He walked away, while An Ruoqing stood there, her gaze still lingering on him, but she was forcibly pulled away by the general's wife.