Quick Transmigration: Seducing the Villain, the Delicate Beauty Becomes His Darling

After finishing his work, Chu Jingyun walked up to Song Yunzhi and whispered, "I'll have someone repair the roof."

"No."

Chu Jingyun frowned, as if asking her why.

Seeing that the two were not speaking, Yuezhu immediately retreated quietly and closed the door.

“If Your Highness speaks, won’t everyone in the harem know about my relationship with Your Highness?” Song Yunzhi looked up at him.

No one cares about a dilapidated, neglected palace; if someone does, there must be something fishy going on.

Chu Jingyun reached out and pulled her into his arms, looking down at her and saying, "I'm going to Jiangnan for disaster relief, and it may be a long time before I return."

"Your Highness, please go," Song Yunzhi said calmly.

The man's eyes flickered slightly as he lowered his head to approach her lips. "Come with me."

Song Yunzhi shook her head and gently pinched his ear.

"Why do you insist on staying in the palace? Are you still thinking about the emperor?"

"Your Highness is joking. I am the Emperor's concubine. Why would I not think of him? Hmm!?"

To shut that unpleasant mouth, Chu Jingyun said with a slightly heavy breath, "I forbid you to think about him, not even a little bit."

"Tell the truth!" He released her, his face serious.

Song Yunzhi placed her hands on his shoulders, tilted her head and leaned against him, panting. She gently scratched his neck with her fingertips and said sincerely, "I don't want to stay in the cold palace. I want to be a favored concubine, and it would be best if I could become an empress dowager or a concubine in the future."

"Being my queen is better than all of this."

Song Yunzhi paused slightly, then looked up at him curiously, "Does Your Highness like me?"

Chu Jingyun's expression turned serious. "Barely."

What kind of answer is "......"?

However, the affection level is not yet 90, which is indeed a bit of a stretch.

Song Yunzhi lowered her head and reached out to hug his waist. "I still want to be the Empress Dowager."

Even as a princess, one cannot avoid competing for the emperor's favor; but as an empress dowager, it's different—everyone listens to her.

"We'll have to wait until the old man dies."

Chu Jingyun hugged her tightly with a cold face, then lowered his head and bit her lips hard, as if venting his anger.

Song Yunzhi winced in pain and pushed him away, saying, "Your Highness has no sense of tenderness or compassion."

"He's still better than my father," he said coldly. "Did he ever kiss you like that?"

Song Yunzhi was slightly taken aback. Hearing the sour tone in his words, she tilted her head and asked, "Your Highness hasn't investigated?"

As a concubine who had never served the emperor, she only caught a glimpse of him from afar when she was banished to the Cold Palace; otherwise, she had no chance to see him.

Not to mention such intimate things.

Seeing her lost in thought, Chu Jingyun's face grew even darker, and a strange anger welled up inside him.

I can't control my temper when I think about what the old man has done.

She lowered her head and took his breath away, then he gripped her wrists with both hands, his long fingers slowly intertwining with hers.

"Your Majesty..."

"Pleasure me, and I'll release you from the Cold Palace," the man said in a suppressed, deep voice, his eyes filled with darkness.

Song Yunzhi's eyes lit up, and she reached out to hook her arm around his neck and kissed him.

Chu Jingyun immediately stepped back, a nameless rage burning in his heart.

This cold-blooded and ruthless woman truly only had this one purpose in mind; her so-called liking and admiration were nothing but a means to an end.

Seeing that the affection level had reached 90, Song Yunzhi grabbed his large hand and squeezed it. "Your Highness?"

"While I am away, you shall stay at the Prince's Palace."

"Ok?"

"I will arrange for someone to impersonate you in the cold palace."

Chu Jingyun touched her red lips, knowing full well that she was a liar, but still worried about leaving her alone here.

"No need, I will wait here for Your Highness to return."

"Consort Song, I'm not discussing this with you." He lightly pressed his fingertips against her lips, his eyes dark, and said, "Either you come to Jiangnan with me, or you go to the Prince's Palace. You have no other choice."

The commanding tone left no room for argument. Song Yunzhi pursed her lips and slapped his hand away. "I'm not going."

The woman suddenly got angry and turned her head to the side.

Chu Jingyun paused, walked to the side where she had turned her head, and whispered, "What are you angry about?"

"Your Highness is very imposing, how could I dare to be angry?" she said calmly. "Your Highness, please leave. Let's pretend that what happened before never happened."

Chu Jingyun's heart skipped a beat, and he reached out to grasp her shoulders. "Never happened? What do you mean by that, Lady Song?"

Did you feel he was no longer of any use to you, so you wanted to kick him to the curb?

"Don't even think about it!"

He lowered his head aggressively, but when his lips touched hers, he chose to be gentle.

Song Yunzhi raised her hand to push him away, but he instantly tightened his embrace around her waist. The man's hoarse, restrained voice fell in her ear, "I was wrong."

He kissed her carefully, closed his eyes, and said, blushing, "Zhizhi, I was wrong."

Song Yunzhi stopped moving and didn't push him anymore.

Chu Jingyun opened his eyes and saw that her eyes were full of tears. He was immediately flustered and asked, "Did I kiss you?"

"Don't cry, it's my fault," he said softly, kissing away her tears and tenderly kissing her eyes. "Zhizhi, don't cry."

"I won't act tough anymore, I won't anymore." He hugged the person tightly, tears falling onto the back of his hand, burning his heart.

Why did she cry? He never intended to pressure her.

“Life in the Cold Palace is tough. I was just worried you weren’t doing well, not trying to be arrogant,” Chu Jingyun explained seriously, his fingers still touching her cheek, as if afraid she would cry again.

Song Yunzhi raised her slightly reddened eyes, "Really?"

"Of course it's true, why would I lie to you?" Chu Jingyun said seriously, "Don't cry, you look like a little kitten when you cry."

It's hard to imagine that someone as taciturn as him would utter such words.

Song Yunzhi burst into laughter through her tears, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and tilted her head back to kiss him on the cheek. "But Your Highness, I've been lying to you and using you all along."

"That means I am useful to you."

Chu Jingyun kissed her back without hesitation, not caring what she was thinking, as long as he was the only one being deceived.

"I was just lying to you," Song Yunzhi said sincerely.

The man paused slightly, met her smiling gaze, lowered his head and kissed her eyes, "Whatever you want."

She was so honest, how could he possibly be angry?

Chu Jingyun nuzzled her cheek and asked softly, "Would it be alright if you went to live in the Prince's mansion? I will write to you every day."

"Ah."

Ok?

You agreed so easily?!

Chu Jingyun found it unbelievable and fully realized how inappropriate her words had been.

It turns out that women need to be coaxed gently.

A smile unconsciously crept onto his face, and he felt a surge of joy.

Affection level: 95.

Chu Jingyun was to depart the next day, so he took Song Yunzhi back to the palace under the cover of night and arranged for someone to take care of her.

Sleeping in the same bed, the man couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

Sensing his restlessness, Song Yunzhi reached out and took his hand. "Your Highness."

"Mmm." He turned his head to meet the woman's fair and delicate face, and reached out to touch it. "I like it."

"What?" Song Yunzhi looked at him with some surprise.

Chu Jingyun withdrew her hand, reached under the covers and hugged the person tightly. "It's nothing. If you like anything in the Prince's Mansion, just ask the steward. He only listens to you."

"Does Your Highness mean you like me?" Song Yunzhi turned over to kiss him, pressing for an answer.

A blush crept onto the man's handsome face. He tried very gently to pull her away, but she kissed him several times.

Song Yunzhi suddenly realized that her attempt at playing hard to get was terrible; he was much better at it than her.

His two casual rejections only made her more eager to take advantage of him.

Men are attracted to beautiful women, and so are women.

"Your Highness is so shy." She laughed and pinched his ear. "Your ears are all red."

"Don't say anything more," Chu Jingyun said, trying to sound serious.

Finding the belt, Song Yunzhi gently loosened it. "Hmm, let's not talk about it, let's do something else."

Chu Jingyun quickly grabbed her hand and used both hands and feet to lock her in his arms, saying, "Song Meiren, be more reserved."

"Your Highness is leaving tomorrow." Song Yunzhi looked up at him. "Will you forget me when you meet other women?"

"Nonsense." Chu Jingyun lowered his head and covered her mouth. "I am not the kind of person who is fickle."

"Then why don't you touch me?"

"I want to save this for the most important time," he said in a hoarse voice, his expression serious.

It's unfair to her to be treated without a title or status.

Song Yunzhi lowered her eyes, her voice brimming with jealousy, and said, "Should we save it for when the Prince marries someone else?"

"you!"

Chu Jingyun was almost laughing in exasperation. Hadn't he made himself clear enough?

He wanted to marry her, to marry her openly and legitimately.

She, on the other hand, got completely consumed by jealousy.

"If you wish to do it, I will grant your request."

He turned over and pulled the brocade quilt over himself.

Affection level: 99.

As the midnight watchman's drum rang, Chu Jingyun smiled and kissed Song Yunzhi's face, a sweet feeling welling up in his heart, as he looked at her sleeping soundly.

What a spoiled brat; she cried before she even did anything.

I don't know how it happened before...

"Zhizhi." He leaned closer and called softly.

"Hmm?" Song Yunzhi groggily hugged his head, her fingers twirling his hair.

Unable to contain himself, Chu Jingyun asked, "Am I more powerful?"

"Ah."

Amazing, he's the best. Even drawing books wouldn't dare to depict him so exaggeratedly.

It terrified her.

Song Yunzhi turned over, too sleepy to recall anything.

Luckily, this guy stopped it in time, otherwise he would have been in serious trouble.

Hearing her answer, Chu Jingyun lay back down with satisfaction, took her small hand in his palm and gently squeezed it.

It's good that he's capable; that way, she won't always be thinking about other people in the future.

Chu Jingyun set off early the next morning.

When Song Yunzhi woke up, the area beside her was cold, indicating that the person had been gone for a long time.

The maids sweeping outside the courtyard moved very quietly, as if afraid of disturbing the people inside.

Song Yunzhi got up and got out of bed. The person guarding the door heard the noise and asked softly, "Miss Song, do you want to get up? We will help you wash up."

"Well, come in."

The maids immediately came in with their washing and dressing supplies and bowed respectfully.

Everyone in the manor treated Song Yunzhi as the future mistress of the manor, and no one dared to overstep their bounds or act presumptuously.

Song Yunzhi lived a good life in the Prince Jing's mansion, and could go for a walk in the street when she felt bored.

However, I am still somewhat worried about Yuezhu's safety.

Fortunately, someone from the palace would come to her every day to deliver messages, detailing Yuezhu's movements.

As usual, the little maid chatted with the guards for a few minutes while getting her food, and otherwise focused on working in the fields.

As Chu Jingyun had said before, he wrote to her every day.

Unlike others who write poems to express their feelings, he simply recounts in a rigid manner what he did and who he met that day.

Then, at the very end of the sentence, I wrote directly, "I miss her."

Three months passed in the blink of an eye, and Prince Jing returned to the capital, whereupon the emperor bestowed upon him a great reward.

When Song Yunzhi heard the news, she asked the housekeeper to prepare a delicious meal and waited at home.

As night fell, hurried footsteps could be heard outside.

"Zhizhi."

The door was pushed open, and Song Yunzhi stood up. Before she could even see who it was, she was pulled into a tight embrace.

"Your Highness." The familiar scent lingered around her, and Song Yunzhi reached out to hug him. "Your Highness has lost weight."

"Hmm, you've gained weight." The man's large hand gently held her waist, his voice gentle and husky.

After hugging for a long time, Song Yunzhi's neck was a little sore. "Your Highness, please eat first."

Reluctantly letting go, Chu Jingyun looked closely at her face, gently pinched it with his fingers, and his eyes brightened slightly. "You've gained weight, and you're even more beautiful now."

Song Yunzhi glared at him and pulled him down to sit.

Chu Jingyun held her hand tightly, his dark eyes staring straight at her, as if he wanted to make up for all the time they had missed over the past few months.

Song Yunzhi ladled him a bowl of soup. Seeing that he was still staring, she got up, bent down, and kissed him on the corner of his lips. "If Your Highness keeps staring at me like that, the food will get cold. I've already reheated it several times."

"wait for me?"

"Of course we'll wait for Your Highness." Song Yunzhi cupped his handsome face and kissed him. "I miss you."

After a few months apart, his face had become much more rugged and handsome, and his demeanor was more composed and reserved than before.

Chu Jingyun's eyes softened, and he tilted his head up to kiss her, laughing in a hoarse voice, "Still so unreserved."

"Let's eat." Song Yunzhi sat down and noticed that her hand was still clenched. She gently shook it. "Your Highness, let go."

"I've recently been learning to eat with my left hand," Chu Jingyun said with a serious expression.

Seeing his very clumsy movements, Song Yunzhi fell silent.

The woman next to him was eating with relish. Chu Jingyun put down his chopsticks, his Adam's apple bobbing as he said, "Zhizhi, it's inconvenient for me to eat with my left hand."

"Then Your Highness can simply release your right hand."

"My right hand isn't convenient either," he said without batting an eye. "Zhizhi will feed me."

Song Yunzhi paused, turned to look at him, and found it somewhat unbelievable.

Chu Jingyun coughed awkwardly, but still shamelessly asked, "Is it okay?"

"Alright, what would Your Highness like to eat?"

"Either is fine." He tightened his grip on her fingers, his eyes dark as he looked at her.

Song Yunzhi picked out some easy-to-pick-up vegetables to feed him, and her arms started to ache after a few tries.

"Your Highness, please eat this yourself. My hands are tired," she said directly.

The man chuckled and gently rubbed her arm, saying, "Still so delicate."

"I didn't ask the prince to massage me. If the prince is unhappy, then so be it." She huffed and tried to pull her hand away.

"I'd love to." He smiled, rubbing her arm as he leaned in and kissed her lips.

"Your Majesty..."

"Zhizhi, be good, don't move."

Reaching out, he pulled the person into his arms, and Chu Jingyun's breath became heavier.

Song Yunzhi closed her eyes and responded softly.

This man, after not seeing me for several months, has become even more skilled at kissing.