Quick Transmigration: My Host's Darling Little Darling

Although Feng Yun still needs to take medicine, her health is much better than before.

When Sheng Yuan returned from work that day, he saw Feng Yun sitting on the chaise lounge, idly reading the travelogue that he had read many times before.

Sheng Yuan approached, reached out and stroked his neck, then leaned down and kissed him. "You don't seem very happy. Tell your husband what's wrong?"

As he spoke, he skillfully pulled the person into his arms and sat her on the chaise longue.

“I want to go to the National Temple. I’ve already packed my things. You have two days off next week, can you come with me?” Feng Yun leaned naturally on Sheng Yuan’s shoulder.

"it is good."

This answer was exactly what Feng Yun expected.

"My father-in-law and mother-in-law are coming too, and everyone else is going as well. We're going to stay at the temple for one night."

"Ah."

Feng Yun raised his eyes and asked, "Aren't you going to ask me why I went to the National Temple?"

Sheng Yuan, in coordination with him, asked, "Why is that?"

"I want to go to the national temple to thank it for letting me meet you."

If it weren't for Kokuji, he might have already passed away, and it would have been impossible for him to meet Shengyuan.

Sheng Yuan looked down and saw that his face was already red, so he couldn't help but kiss him.

Feng Yun wrapped her arms around Sheng Yuan's neck and gave the tender kiss a passionate response.

After the kiss ended, their foreheads touched, and Feng Yun couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Sheng Yuan's slightly upturned lips.

The next morning, Sheng Yuan woke Feng Yun up early. Actually, he didn't want Feng Yun to get up so early, but Feng Yun had repeatedly told him to wake him up at this time before going to bed the night before.

Feng Yun was still half asleep and had no recollection of what had happened the night before. He habitually clung to Sheng Yuan and lingered in bed.

"Really not going? Didn't they say that arriving early shows sincerity?" Sheng Yuan pinched his cheek.

Feng Yun realized what was happening and instantly came to her senses.

Hearing Sheng Yuan's laughter, Feng Yun punched Sheng Yuan in the chest in embarrassment and annoyance.

It didn't hurt, but Sheng Yuan pretended to feel pain, and then Feng Yun glared at him.

When Sheng Yuan and Feng Yun came out, the Pei family members had already come out as well.

Four horse-drawn carriages headed towards the National Temple.

Upon arriving at the temple, the abbot came to greet them specially because of the Feng family's influence.

"What brings you here today, benefactor?"

Feng Yun returned the greeting and said, "I came here specifically to thank Master Fuchen, who arranged my marriage."

Upon hearing this, the abbot looked troubled and said, "Master Fuchen passed away recently."

“How could this be…” Feng Yun froze on the spot.

Sheng Yuan supported him, saying, "Fate brings us together and fate takes its course. Master Fuchen has gone to where he was meant to be."

“Amitabha, what Benefactor Pei said is very true.”

Sheng Yuan lowered his head and said to Feng Yun, "Let's go to the meditation room first."

Feng Yun nodded.

After everyone left, only Feng Yun and Sheng Yuan remained in the room.

“Shengyuan, I find it very strange. That master died in a very strange way.” Feng Yun said, sitting on the couch and tugging at Shengyuan’s sleeve.

"It is a bit strange, let's not think about it for now." Sheng Yuan cupped his face and said, "Think about whether you want to rest or go out, hmm?"

Feng Yun was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's go out for a walk. We've finally come out, so we should see more of the world."

Sheng Yuan poured him a glass of water. "Drink some water first, then we'll go out."

Feng Yun drank the water in the cup in one gulp and was led out the door by Sheng Yuan.

Feng Yun had never been to the National Temple. There was a long staircase in front of the temple, and back then, he would be out of breath after walking three steps on flat ground.

So he simply followed Sheng Yuan, going wherever Sheng Yuan led him.

However, he still remembered the way he came; it was the way back to the main temple.

As Feng Yun was pondering, Sheng Yuan suddenly stopped.

Feng Yun looked at Sheng Yuan with a puzzled expression, and then heard the abbot's voice.

“Abbot, Master Fuchen is not…” a child’s voice came.

"Shut up, or you'll get yourself into trouble. It's fate. Someone is unhappy with this marriage, and he's not innocent."

After the abbot finished speaking, no one spoke again. Judging from the footsteps, they must have all left.

Feng Yun understood what he meant: someone wanted to destroy the Feng family.

"Let's go back," Sheng Yuan said, supporting him.

Feng Yun nodded.

Back in the meditation room, Feng Yun finished his vegetarian meal and was then coaxed by Sheng Yuan to take a nap.

Sheng Yuan wasn't asleep; he just sat quietly by the bed.

[Host, the palace is so lively!]

Nuonuo was sent by Shengyuan to the palace to watch the excitement. Thinking that it was time to report to her host, she floated back and landed on Feng Yun's pillow.

Sheng Yuan tugged at Nuonuo's sleeve, saying, "Don't disturb the kitten's sleep."

[You were wrong, you were wrong, host, please let go!]

When Sheng Yuan heard it begging for mercy, he released it.

Nuonuo's ears escaped the host's clutches. Nuonuo floated in mid-air, hugged her ears, and blew on them.

[Master can't sense Nuonuo's presence again. Host is being unreasonable. Nuonuo will tell on you when Master wakes up!]

However, Sheng Yuan's mere glance was enough to make Nuonuo tremble with fear.

[Let’s get down to business. 】

Sheng Yuan didn't have the energy to argue with it.

【Oh. 】

Nuonuo immediately reported the situation honestly.

[The Empress is pregnant. It's said that Feng Yunhe's inappropriate behavior almost caused her to miscarry. Nuonuo saw it all clearly; it was Feng Yunhe who gained the Emperor's exclusive favor after entering the palace, which made the Empress jealous, leading her to devise this scheme.]

However, Feng Yunhe's belly was fortunate enough to bear a son for the emperor, so she was only confined to her quarters. Not long after, news spread that Feng Yunhe had miscarried after consuming tonics sent by the empress. Not only did she lose her son, but she was also rendered infertile.

[This tonic was ordered by the Emperor, intended to make the Empress a scapegoat. Because he didn't want to lose the Xu family's support, he found another scapegoat for the Empress: the daughter of a fourth-rank official who had been reprimanded by Feng Yunhe on the day she entered the palace. Compared to Prime Minister Xu, who supported him, the neutral fourth-rank official was insignificant.]

[This is truly a cannibalistic palace. In less than two months, one person died, and another lost her child and the right to be a mother.]

Nuonuo sighed.

Feng Yun moved the hand that was holding Sheng Yuan's in his sleep. Sheng Yuan turned around and tidied the blanket for him to make sure he wouldn't suffocate.

The imperial court and the harem are inextricably linked. Unless the emperor has fallen deeply in love with you and can't live without you, you are merely a pawn to be manipulated by the ministers of the previous dynasty.

Yes, thankfully, Master's elder sister and cousin didn't enter the palace, otherwise Master would be very sad.

Even things involving Feng Yunhe would sadden him. In his eyes, they were also his family.

Sheng Yuan gently stroked Feng Yun's sleeping face.

"Should we keep this from our master?" Nuonuo floated in front of her master.

Sheng Yuan slapped him away. [It can't be hidden anymore. Just let things take their course. He's not that fragile inside.]

Nuonuo finally managed to regain her balance and nodded after listening to her host's words.

Oh, by the way, Nuonuo discovered that Fengyun and her soul had a problem; she was reborn.

She must hate Zhou Fuyun.

Nuonuo felt that her host was about to watch a show.

"Of course! Feng Yun and her death were truly horrific!"

Nuonuo agrees with her host's words.