Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Song Qingyin regretted it as soon as she ran out. She was soaking wet and only put on a cloak. That was because she had come in a hurry and had left at the door after seeing Mingyi.

She picked it up again as she came out. Even so, she shivered from the cold as soon as she stepped outside. Luckily, it wasn't far from where she had rested the night before, so she could go back and change her clothes.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the lingering romance in her heart vanished. Shaking her head, Song Qingyin jogged back to her room.

After that chaotic and long night, no one mentioned it again.

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New Year's Eve is almost here, and some of the other courtyards have already hung up red lanterns, and the servants' faces are filled with joy. You see, during the New Year, these servants also receive generous rewards.

However, everything in Yingxue Pavilion remained the same. Mingyi still rarely went out. The younger servants would occasionally look at the people in other courtyards with envy, but they could only look away longingly.

Song Qingyin was filled with doubt and couldn't help but drift off into thought.

"You've already played it wrong several times. What are you thinking about?" Mingyi held a scroll in her hand, lay under the maple tree, and slowly turned a page before speaking calmly.

Song Qingyin looked at the zither in her hands and simply stopped playing. Two months ago, she would never have dared to do this, but in the past few days she had noticed that Mingyi had become much more lenient with her. Even when she occasionally made mistakes or did something out of line, he didn't seem to care much.

Like this time, she was distracted while playing the piano, and as he said, she had made several mistakes, but he never scolded her.

However, she really wanted to throw up from playing this piece.

Now, she plays the Sanskrit chants for an hour every day, not a moment less.

Rubbing her slightly sore wrists, Song Qingyin felt unusually annoyed.

"Young Master, are you hungry? Shall I bring you some snacks?"

She blinked, propped herself up as if she were about to get up at any moment, as if she would spring up immediately if he nodded.

"You've already taken the snacks twice." Mingyi didn't even lift her eyelids, continuing to flip through the book in her hands.

"Young Master, you must be thirsty after reading for so long. I'll go make you some tea."

"You've already changed the tea three times."

Mingyi remained unmoved.

"then you……"

"I'm not tired, thirsty, or hungry. I don't need your service." Before Song Qingyin could finish speaking, Mingyi sighed softly. Finally, he slowly put down the book he had been holding, a faint look of helplessness on his face. "I haven't played the zither for an hour yet today."

"Ah—, young master, why must we play this piece? Can't we choose another one?"

Song Qingyin lowered her head somewhat helplessly, staying in this small courtyard, as if she were imprisoned in this world. In fact, it wasn't just this place; even the entire Minghua Manor seemed to have become a shackle that imprisoned her.

And she had nothing else to do besides staying by Mingyi's side every day.

"This piece of music comes from Buddhist scriptures, so it has the effect of cleansing away negative energy."

Mingyi only explained one sentence, and Song Qingyin already understood. This piece of music was probably used by him to calm his mind.

She suddenly felt a little regretful. Was she being too selfish?

"The weather is nice today, let's go for a walk. Take your zither with you, let's play it again at the Misty Pavilion." Looking at the listless person, Mingyi thought for a moment and then said.

Trapped in this cage-like place, there is absolutely no freedom to speak of.

They are all the same.

Upon hearing Mingyi's first sentence, Song Qingyin's eyes lit up, but what followed was simply that the conversation continued in a different place.

However, being able to go out for a walk and change your mood is still not bad.

I've been staying at Yingxue Pavilion for over two months, and I wonder how that girl Qiaoqiao is doing. Maybe I can find out about her this time I go out.

Qionghua Courtyard.

"Okay, I'll pack it right away." Song Qingyin nodded, her voice filled with joy, her mood visibly improving.

The changes she mentioned might not have been noticed by herself, but Mingyi did, and he thought it was a good thing.

Everyone around him regarded him as a demon, fearing and loathing him. Suddenly, someone like him appeared, making all the difference. So no matter what her purpose was, or what the purpose of the people behind her was, he would protect her until she did anything to harm him.

In comparison, the form of address is really insignificant.

He stood up, smoothed his sleeves, and seeing that she had put the zither away, he led his men out of Yingxue Pavilion.

The Misty Pavilion is a pavilion located on the back mountain. There is a winding corridor there, and spring water is drawn down from the mountain.

As dawn breaks, the first rays of sunlight pierce through the thin mist, like golden threads woven into brocade, adorning the lush leaves. Mist rises from the spring, swirling and ethereal, like a dream.

Therefore, this place can be said to be the most beautiful view of Minghua Mountain Villa.

Following Mingyi, we arrived at the Misty Hidden Building. Suddenly, everything seemed to open up before us, and even the world seemed to have become wider.

Beautiful scenery can indeed broaden one's mind.

Thinking this way, Song Qingyin relaxed a bit.

The area around the Misty Pavilion was divided into several different sections, which seemed to be able to accommodate quite a few people.

Mingyi chose a spacious spot to sit down, then beckoned to Song Qingyin and pointed to a spot not far away opposite him, saying, "Sit there and keep playing."

After saying that, he propped his head up with one hand, squinted slightly, and began to doze off.

Song Qingyin: "..."

Good, good, you really don't let her rest for a moment, do you?

She glared at Mingyi angrily, then placed the zither she was holding on the stone table beside her, deliberately making a few loud noises. Mingyi, however, didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

Damn it, I'm even angrier now.

Song Qingyin puffed out her cheeks, looking like a little pufferfish.

For some reason, Mingyi, who had been paying close attention to her, suddenly felt this way.

Quite cute.

I couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Hearing the laughter, Song Qingyin looked up at Ming Yi. His long, ink-black hair, cascading like a waterfall, was firmly held in place by an exquisite hair crown. However, a few mischievous strands of hair, as if unwilling to be restrained, swayed gently with his movements, eventually falling playfully to one side of his cheek.

It was winter, and the soft sunlight shone through the thin clouds. Although it wasn't as scorching as in summer, when it shone on Mingyi, it was as if it had gilded his entire body with a faint golden edge, adding a touch of holiness to him.

Realizing what she was thinking, Song Qingyin pouted.

This person is anything but holy.

Shaking off the jumbled thoughts in her mind, she began to refocus her attention on the piano.

She is already very familiar with "Sanskrit Chant" and can now play it fluently without sheet music.

Notes leaped from my fingertips one by one, and perhaps because my mind was more open, even the sound of the piano became ethereal.

Like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, or a thin mist spreading in the valley at dawn, it is light, ethereal and has a touch of mystery.

Mingyi propped her head up with one hand and placed the other on her lap, gently tapping out the rhythm with the music.

"I wondered where the music was coming from, it turns out it's my seventh brother here."

Beautiful scenes are always ruined by uninvited guests.

The sound of the newcomer not only interrupted Song Qingyin's zither playing, but also completely ruined Mingyi's originally good mood.

Song Qingyin turned around and saw a group of servants surrounding several people walking towards them. She paused for a moment, then hugged the zither to her arms again and quickly stood up behind Mingyi.

The group of people who arrived were dressed in fine clothes and had a large retinue of servants. Based on what they had just said, they were probably the other young masters of Minghua Manor.

Song Qingyin lowered her head and looked at Ming Yi, only to see a lazy smile on his lips, but his eyes were icy cold.

She quickly glanced at the approaching group of people. The one in front was a somewhat round-faced man with a smile on his face, who seemed very approachable.

Behind him were two men who were a little younger than him. One of them was dressed in black and had an ordinary appearance, but his face was full of ruthlessness. His eyes were droopy, and when he looked at you, you felt as if you were being stared at by a venomous snake in the dark.

The other was dressed in white, holding a jade flute. Compared to the previous two, his appearance was stunning. He had long brow bones, a high nose bridge, and flawless bone structure. Especially his aloof and otherworldly temperament made him seem like a god.