Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

Wen Ying discovered a mountain of seeds in the private collection of the previous emperor.

Not only are there seeds of crops commonly found in the past, but also all kinds of rare plants, covering a wide range of categories. Placed together with those old paintings and clocks, they are frozen in the past, just like the hands that have never moved.

In fact, Wen Sirang had already sent her seeds once before, from a director of the Creation Foundation. Wen Sirang wanted to pay for them, but the director waved his hand repeatedly, saying he dared not accept them.

The other party's intention to surrender was quite clear. In the early years, the Creation Foundation had also participated in those human experiments, but since it was acquired by Wen Sirang, the foundation has been honest and law-abiding in recent years, and has donated a lot of money to make up for its mistakes through public welfare. Therefore, Wen Ying did not bring up the past at this time.

She assembled a team, dug some soil from the temple, took some seeds, and began cultivating seedlings.

Although the decision had been made to allow for natural restoration, the process still had to be taken step by step. Throughout the entire cultivation process, Wen Ying did not interfere excessively. She simply repeated the various steps with her companions, experiencing the same anticipation, anxiety, and disappointment as they did, reviewing the process again and again until a miracle occurred.

The team has cultivated far more crops than just wheat, and Wen Ying originally planned to announce it at a different time.

However, she chose to release the news first to share her joy; otherwise, the team members would be overwhelmed by the overwhelming happiness and go crazy with joy.

While the public was enthusiastically discussing the matter, a coup d'état was unfolding in front of Wen Ying.

To be honest, she wasn't particularly surprised when she saw the eldest prince.

He did indeed suffer a defeat in the last struggle, but the eldest prince is no pushover, having come this far by uniting several major financial groups and attempting to assassinate the emperor and his father.

Wen Ying had long anticipated that he would plant spies around her. As for the identity of the mole, she was too lazy to spend time finding out. The mole would probably report what she had done to the Crown Prince every now and then, and she happened to have the same plan.

The reason he escaped from prison so early is probably because he heard those rumors and couldn't wait to seize her achievements.

When the eldest prince stormed into the palace with his men, Wen Ying was transplanting the flowers she had planted.

She could sense the direction of the other person's gaze.

Wen Ying wasn't wearing gloves. The First Prince glanced coldly at her mud-covered hands, then his gaze froze on the potted plant on the table for a few seconds.

"Would you like me to introduce it to you? Its name is Arabian speedwell, and its flower language is health."

"It's fake," the other person said coldly.

"Why do I say that? It's because they haven't seen real flowers and plants, so they make judgments without even looking closely."

"You ordered the temple to be demolished and the statues to be destroyed, just so you could fill the clay used to cast the statues with these fakes, to satisfy your desire to perform in front of the people?"

“I’m just an amateur when it comes to acting. You’re the one with the real acting skills.” Wen Ying took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped her fingers. “She’s so jealous she’s practically dying. She won’t take her eyes off my flowerpots, and she still has to put on airs and say they’re fake.”

"Since the establishment of the empire, for thousands of years, no real plant has ever appeared in this world."

The eldest prince, his face as cold as ice, stepped into the gate, his fully armed followers standing guard on the outside.

"Do you think the Empire hadn't formed research teams and conducted experiments before you? No, they did it countless times, whether it was extracting trace elements from the soil to replicate them, or using that vine, every method they could think of, every method they could try... without exception, all of them failed. The impossible is simply impossible."

"But you didn't even put in one-thousandth of the effort those people put in back then, just with a handful of soil, a handful of seeds, and a few short months..." He twitched the corner of his mouth and looked down at her, "You created all these illusions just to deceive those who were clamoring for you to swear an oath at the temple, to shut them up, and to make them mistakenly believe that you were truly destined to sit in this position?"

“I’ve always been curious about which is harder, admitting your own stupidity or someone else’s excellence. Now I understand. You can’t let go of either of these things, otherwise you wouldn’t be so angry. It’s really… very ugly,” Wen Ying said.

She took a step forward, her voice barely audible, landing softly in my ear: "But you are right about one thing, it is indeed not destiny that I sat in this position."

The eldest prince's eyes sharpened as he met her calm, unwavering gaze. However, his stern expression seemed to be inexplicably driven, and it was quickly replaced by another emotion.

He saw her lip movements.

"I am destiny itself."

His pupils contracted sharply. In that instant, it was as if he had been struck by something indescribable. The blood vessels throughout his body were no longer under his control, swelling and contracting. He couldn't tell whether it was fear or anger flowing through his body. Grasping at the last bit of clarity, he raised the hilt of his knife.

Wen Ying looked at the blade aimed at her brow; its curved notch gleamed with a silvery light.

She had used this knife before.

In another world.

"The Blade of Godslayers?" She smiled and slowly approached, but the Crown Prince involuntarily took a step back.

The men guarding the door behind him had already raised their weapons, watching the scene with bewildered expressions, unsure whether to move forward or retreat without receiving clear instructions.

"One last thing," Wen Ying said slowly, "this knife, too, has to obey my orders."

The eldest prince shouted and thrust the God-Slaying Blade at her.

Wen Ying watched calmly without flinching. Silver light poured down, and the gleaming blade shattered the moment it touched her, turning into countless tiny silver-white petals that gently brushed against her cheek.

At the same time, the eldest prince knelt down in front of her, his blood vessels ruptured, and he covered his bleeding face, wailing in agony.

The people behind him watched, wanting to move forward but not daring to, and even less daring to run away or retreat.

It's unclear who knelt down first, but the rest of them all threw down their weapons and knelt down in a trembling mass.

Wen Ying looked away.

Footsteps sounded outside. Jiang and his men dragged the group of people at the door out. He stepped over the eldest prince, who was lying on the ground, and walked quickly to her.

"I'm fine," Wen Ying said before he could speak, her eyes crinkling at him.

Jiang Yusui knew that no one could easily hurt her, but she still grabbed her wrist and focused on feeling it.

"Have you completed the task assigned to you?"

"It's done. I've arrested everyone I needed to, and I haven't left a single one alive," Jiang Yusui obediently reported.

The Crown Prince's actions were naturally coordinated by someone inside and outside. As soon as he entered the palace, Jiang Yu Sui noticed it and happened to discover that a small fleet was trying to dock at Eternal Nova. Jiang Yu Sui followed Wen Ying's orders to capture the Crown Prince's remaining followers who were hiding outside.

Wen Ying stayed in the palace. In order to quickly deal with the eldest prince, she also transferred her guards to avoid the two sides running into each other and fighting to the death.

She doesn't like anyone getting hurt because of her, so she will choose other methods whenever possible without resorting to force.

"Well done," Wen Ying said in a praising tone.

Jiang Yu took the opportunity to lift her hand, placed her palm on his cheek, and subtly gestured with his eyes.

She smiled and stroked his face.

The guard entered at that moment, caught a glimpse of the interaction between the two, and saw the eldest prince lying on the ground, which was an eyesore. He offered to drag the man away to avoid ruining the atmosphere.

"Just throw it in the hallway, I'll deal with it later," Jiang Yusui said without turning his head.

The guard did as instructed and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

After Wen Ying touched Jiang Yu Sui's face, she was about to withdraw her hand when he lowered his head and bit her finger.

He then frowned slightly, as if he had tasted something strange, but he didn't give in, his eyelashes half-flickering as he looked at her.

"I was just transplanting flowerpots and didn't have time to wash my hands," Wen Ying explained, suppressing a laugh.

Jiang Yu then followed her gaze.

Two flowerpots had appeared on the table at some point, with tiny flowers blooming inside, their petals, some light blue and some dark blue, clustered together in layers.

"Doesn't it look a bit like the little flowers on this bracelet?" Wen Ying raised her wrist and shook it.

“Very similar.” Jiang Yusui nodded, then, as if remembering something, he looked at her, a smile playing on his lips, and said slowly, “You have planted new flowers, and the heart I gave you is no longer the only flower in bloom.”

His tone was a little sour, which Wen Ying could tell. Jiang Yusui was very good at finding the right moment to act coquettishly, so what could she do but go along with his wishes and coax him?

Wen Ying kissed his chin: "But it's the only flower that blooms in my hands, holding you in my palm, are you satisfied now?" Halfway through her sentence, she laughed at herself: "...That sounds a bit cheesy."

They could perceive with unparalleled clarity even the smallest details of a person's heart rate changes.

Jiang Yu followed, wanting to continue kissing, but remembering the lingering scent of earth in his mouth, he stopped abruptly before touching her lips, instead gently biting her cheek, leaving a very faint tooth mark.

He pressed his forehead against hers and whispered, "Is it cheesy? I don't think so. I love hearing you say sweet words. Every time you say that, I feel so happy, like something is about to overflow."

There was a knock at the door. Jiang Yusui looked regretful and put his arm around her waist, saying, "I have to go take care of some work."

"Go quickly and come back quickly." Wen Ying pinched his ear.

Jiang Yusui lowered his head and rubbed against her neck haphazardly, as if he had to draw oxygen from her because he was too oxygen-deprived. He took a deep breath for a moment, then reluctantly let go of her: "Then I'm leaving. Remember to miss me."

It's not like he's not coming home to sleep tonight...

Wen Ying looked at him with amusement.

"And another thing," he said earnestly, touching one of the flowerpots with his finger, "this one has two fewer blooms than the other. I don't mean anything by it, it's just—"

"Okay, I'll neutralize it again later..." Wen Ying smiled and pushed his back, leading him towards the door. Jiang Yusui turned to look at her, his eyes full of smiles.

Wen Ying finally couldn't resist and kissed his lips hard before opening the door.

"Hurry up and go," she said. "Finish your work sooner so we can go home and rest together."

The news of the Crown Prince's sudden death in prison was quickly released.

Not long after his death, the old emperor, lying in a side hall, also suddenly stopped breathing in his sleep.

The old emperor died of natural causes. Considering that he didn't suddenly appear like the eldest prince and cause trouble for himself, Wen Ying had a decent funeral held for him.

The successive deaths of members of the royal family briefly attracted public attention, but were quickly drowned out by the ever-changing information landscape and were no longer mentioned.

Every corner of this world is changing every moment.

Following the success of wheat cultivation, other galaxies announced the successful cultivation of grains and vegetables using soil. Universities followed suit, restarting long-dormant majors, and more and more job openings sprang up like mushrooms after rain...

Everything felt like a dream.

Now, not only can non-human citizens with recognized legal status find jobs they are good at, but even if those exonerated refugees return to their homeland, the people will not have to worry about their resources being encroached upon.

Even their worries were fleeting. Looking at the young woman who remained steadfast in her beliefs, they couldn't help but choose to believe that as long as she was there, no matter what happened, a solution would be found.

The temple ruins have become a popular spot for people to visit and take photos, and no one knows that a plant is buried under the towering metal tree.

That vine that was once coveted by countless people.

Before cultivating the wheat, Wen Ying entered the temple alone. Vines coiled among the metal trees, like a dark green snake that had fallen asleep.

Wen Ying reached out and touched its body. It slowly revived, curled up into a small ball, and crawled into her palm.

Wen Ying, acting on behalf of the human, expressed her apology to it, stroking the trembling vines and asking it if it had any wishes it wished to fulfill.

She had said those same words to the vine on the blue planet many years ago.

But the vine before me gave a different answer than my other self.

It grew tired of endless immortality; it only wanted to age and die naturally, like an ordinary plant.

Wen Ying agreed.

As soon as the promise was made, the vine in its palm stopped trembling. Humanity's yearning for eternity was, for it, an inescapable constraint; it had lived for far too long.

It had no intention of getting involved in the conflict, much less provoke war, but it was forced to watch these scenes unfold, witnessing people chasing after each other relentlessly, witnessing them killing one another, and gradually becoming unrecognizable over the long years.

The vine in her hand shrank to a withered little section. With a slight movement of her fingers, Wen Ying turned it into dust and returned to the earth.

The vine named "W" has become a thing of the past, and its story will no longer be told in the world.

It was finally freed.