Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

As dusk settled, a faint scent of medicine wafted from the backyard of the Lu residence.

Song Qingyin leaned lazily against the soft couch by the window, holding a book in her hand and casually flipping through it.

The light, like scattered gold, enveloped her, making her look even more gentle.

“Madam,” Chun Tao said, carrying a dark bowl of medicine, her face beaming with joy, “Miss Li has brought something again. She said it’s a freshly stewed pigeon soup with astragalus and angelica, which is excellent for nourishing blood and qi.”

She placed the medicine bowl on the small table and then picked up a small celadon jar that was still steaming.

As soon as the lid was lifted, the rich, fresh aroma instantly overwhelmed the bitter medicinal smell, and a warm fragrance filled the air.

A sincere smile curved at the corners of Song Qingyin's lips.

Since that day when Li Qingqing helped him in her courtyard and he received her honey water, the two of them have gradually started to interact more.

Song Qingyin preferred quiet and rarely went out, but she always asked Chuntao to buy some snacks and soups from Li Qingqing's small eatery.

Li Qingqing was a kind-hearted person. Knowing that she had a heart ailment and was physically weak, she would often cook various kinds of medicinal dishes and send them over. Sometimes it was chicken soup with red dates and goji berries, and sometimes it was a light lily and lotus seed soup.

Although they didn't meet often, their friendship grew quietly over warm meals and drinks.

"Qingqing has always been meticulous," Song Qingyin said softly, looking at the pot of soup, her heart warming slightly.

Having seen so many female protagonists with ulterior motives and moral depravity, it's truly rare to encounter a protagonist with sound values ​​and genuine passion.

"That's right!" Chun Tao said with a smile. "Miss Li also said that she specially skimmed off the oil from this soup and added some warming and nourishing medicinal herbs, so that Madam won't find it too greasy. She really cares about Madam."

Song Qingyin nodded and was about to speak when a sharp, piercing cracking sound suddenly came from the front yard, like a fine piece of porcelain being slammed to the ground!

Immediately following was a shrill, distorted meow that shattered the tranquility of dusk, carrying an indescribable eeriness and chill.

Song Qingyin's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition instantly gripped her.

That cry...

She immediately put down the soup spoon in her hand, pulled her clothes tighter, and stood up: "Chuntao, go see what's going on!"

"Yes, Miss!" Chun Tao was also startled by the voice and turned pale. She hurriedly responded and ran outside.

Song Qingyin followed closely behind. Just as she reached the moon gate connecting the front and back yards, she saw Li Qingqing squatting somewhat disheveled on the bluestone slab in the yard, frantically cleaning up the scattered porcelain shards and spilled soup.

A tall, upright figure was bending down to help her, his movements carrying a swiftness and composure that seemed out of place in the rough surroundings.

The man looked up when he heard footsteps.

His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples, his nose was high and straight, and his eyes were dark and deep, as if they contained a cold pool or an ancient well, cold and calm.

Even now, dressed in worn-out indigo coarse cloth, he couldn't hide the noble air that had settled over him.

The man was tall and broad-shouldered, standing there like a taut javelin, ready to be fired.

Unlike Lu Chenyuan, who always wore a gentle smile, this man gave people a cold and hard first impression.

Song Qingyin paused in her movements, glancing at him seemingly casually, but she understood.

It seems this is the male lead, Shen Guan, the heir of the Duke's mansion.

These two really do look like a perfect match.

"Yinyin!" Li Qingqing stood up when she saw Song Qingyin, her face showing apology and lingering panic. "I'm so sorry, I'm clumsy, I didn't hold the food box properly..."

Shen Guan also straightened up, clasped his hands in a salute to Song Qingyin, and said with a crisp and neat manner, showing the toughness of a soldier: "I apologize for disturbing you, Madam."

Shen Guan's voice was deep and pleasant. His gaze paused slightly when it swept over Song Qingyin, then subtly swept over the courtyard wall behind her, a sharp glint flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Noticing his movement, Song Qingyin raised an eyebrow slightly. In the original story, Shen Guan was seriously injured when he first met Li Qingqing, but now, only half a month later, it seems that his injuries have almost healed.

This spiritual spring water is truly a wonderful thing.

Thinking this, she remained outwardly calm and said gently, "It's alright, as long as Qingqing is alright."

Just as she was about to change the subject, she caught a glimpse of the courtyard wall where Shen Guan's gaze had lingered.

The place was deserted, with only a few withered grass stalks swaying gently in the evening breeze.

Even though there was nothing wrong, she felt uneasy.

Song Qingyin composed herself, suppressing the flutter in her heart, and gave Li Qingqing a reassuring smile: "You've come at the right time. I was just about to ask you for the secret to that mushroom soup you made last time. The flavor was so delicious..."

As she spoke, she naturally walked towards Li Qingqing and reached out to take the bottom of the still relatively intact food box from her hand.

Song Qingyin paused when her fingertips accidentally touched the cool wooden board at the bottom of the food box.

Then, with a quick probe of the fingertip, one touches a hard, round, thin piece about the size of a copper coin, with smooth edges and a warm, moist feel.

Without making a sound, she used her fingernail to scratch, and the thing silently slid deep into her wide sleeve pocket.

Just as her fingertips left the bottom of the food box—

A sudden change occurred!

A dark figure swooped down from the roof of the main house like a ghost! The movement was so fast that it left only a blur, carrying a strong smell of blood and a chilling killing intent, its target was Li Qingqing, who was still squatting on the ground!

"Qingqing, watch out!" Shen Guan reacted with lightning speed, almost instinctively letting out a low growl as he forcefully shoved Li Qingqing, who was beside him, to the side and back.

Caught off guard, Li Qingqing cried out and staggered backward, crashing heavily into a pillar. The food box flew out of her hand, scattering fragments everywhere.

Shen Guan, having pushed Li Qingqing away with all his might, exposed an opening in his body. A cold glint flashed in the dark figure's hand, and a dagger gleaming with a dark blue light, like a venomous snake's tongue, stabbed ruthlessly towards the vulnerable ribs exposed by Shen Guan's push!

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The sound of tearing cloth rang out sharply.

Although Shen Guan tried his best to twist his body and dodge, a long tear was still cut in the coarse cloth on his shoulder, and a line of blood instantly seeped out, staining the indigo fabric red.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye!

Song Qingyin felt a chilling gust of wind rush towards her, carrying a sinister killing intent.

She was only a few steps away from Li Qingqing and Shen Guan. The change came too fast and too suddenly. She didn't even have time to think. Her body's instinct made her subconsciously step back, wanting to avoid the center of the chaos.

However, just as Shen Guan pushed Li Qingqing away and exposed himself to the blade, the shadowy assassin who had missed his target used the recoil from Shen Guan's block to twist his body strangely in mid-air.

Those sinister eyes hidden behind the black mask, like a venomous snake locking onto its prey, suddenly turned towards Song Qingyin, who had just been exposed to the attack range due to her retreat.

A chilling killing intent instantly locked onto her!

Song Qingyin's pupils contracted sharply, and her blood seemed to freeze at that moment.

She saw the poisoned dagger reflecting the last crimson of the setting sun, carrying the aura of death, piercing straight towards her heart!

She could even see the undisguised cruelty and madness in the other person's eyes, a desire to eliminate her, the "obstacle," as well!

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment—

She saw Chun Tao so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, her mouth agape but unable to utter a sound.

Seeing Li Qingqing crash into the pillar, clutching her shoulder, her face drained of color, her eyes filled with horror and bewilderment that she couldn't react in time.

Seeing Shen Guangang deflect the fatal blow to his ribs, he was about to turn around to rescue Li Qingqing when he caught a glimpse of the dagger aimed at Song Qingyin out of the corner of his eye. His eyes suddenly sharpened, and his body instinctively wanted to pounce, but he hesitated for a moment due to the distance and the fact that his old strength had just been depleted while his new strength had not yet been generated.

And that half-second could be fatal!