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

"You ate together," Chu Jingyun said angrily.

Song Yunzhi tilted her head to look at him, "Maybe we'll have to sleep together sometime."

"You dare!" The man immediately became anxious and tightened his grip on her waist.

"I dare."

"Song Yunzhi!"

"Mmm," she replied with a smile.

Chu Jingyun couldn't bring himself to be fierce. He raised his hand and patted her head, saying with a stern face, "You're not allowed to be half-hearted. I'll take care of the old man's situation."

He looked down at the jade bracelet on her wrist. Once he got rid of the old man, the first thing he would do was smash this eyesore!

It's smashed to pieces!

"Does Your Highness intend to rebel?" Song Yunzhi asked casually.

Chu Jingyun stared at her with eyes as deep as a still pool. "What if that's the case?"

She wanted to be a favored concubine and then an empress dowager. Rather than relying on the old man's fake affection, she'd rather have him instead.

He would do everything in his power to get her into that position.

"If so, Your Highness must be careful and protect yourself," Song Yunzhi said softly, reaching out to hug his waist.

Chu Jingyun's heart softened, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "I thought you were going to betray me."

Song Yunzhi tilted her head back and kissed his chin, then smiled and said, "Your Highness and I are in the same boat, I wouldn't do something so brainless."

"Then do you like me?"

"Like it."

"Really?" Chu Jingyun asked earnestly, her eyes flashing with nervousness.

Song Yunzhi pinched his side. "Does Your Highness need me to prove something?"

"No need." He held the person tightly in his arms, his heart pounding.

Whether it's genuine or feigned, he doesn't care.

After leaving the Cold Palace, Chu Jingyun made an excuse to go to the Emperor for tea and chess.

It wasn't until evening, just as he was about to leave, that a black-clad assassin jumped down from the roof beam, pointing his sword at the emperor.

"Protect! Protect the Emperor!" The Emperor was shocked and ran away. The assassin drew his sword several times, leaving small but not insignificant wounds on his body.

Chu Jingyun belatedly turned around and, seeing this scene, quickly stepped forward to shield the emperor, "Father, be careful!"

The final sword pierced his chest.

A large number of imperial guards stormed in, and the assassin, seeing the situation was not good, immediately fled.

The emperor caught the falling Chu Jingyun, his palms covered in blood, and immediately roared, "Imperial Physician! Summon the Imperial Physician!"

"It's good that Father is alright, I'm fine," the man said weakly, his face turning deathly pale.

Seeing his youngest son lying in a pool of blood, the emperor was unconsciously moved, and tears welled up in his cloudy eyes. "The imperial physician will be here soon. I will not let anything happen to you."

"Thank you, Father Emperor." As soon as Chu Jingyun finished speaking, he closed his eyes and instantly fainted.

The emperor was furious. He looked up at the door and shouted, "Where are the imperial physicians? Where have they all gone?!"

"They're here, Your Majesty! The imperial physician is here!" Eunuch Li led the imperial physician in from outside, looking anxious.

After a period of chaos, the palace finally returned to normal, and Chu Jingyun's injuries were bandaged up.

"How is it?" the man asked, sitting upright with an air of authority and composure.

The imperial physician wiped the bloodstains from his hands and replied earnestly, "Your Majesty, Prince Jing's condition has stabilized. Fortunately, the sword missed by an inch; otherwise, even a celestial being would have been powerless to save him."

"Has the assassin been caught?"

"Your Majesty, this old servant is incompetent and has let the assassin escape."

"A bunch of good-for-nothings! What am I keeping you around for!" The emperor stood up and kicked him, and the palace servants all knelt down in unison, completely silent.

"Those on duty tonight, receive twenty strokes of the cane and a month's salary deducted." After venting his anger, the emperor said sternly, "Get out of here."

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty!"

The hall fell silent. Looking at his lifeless son, and remembering how he had stood in front of him without hesitation, a gentle light unconsciously flashed in the emperor's eyes.

It was no wonder he doted on him so much; he was able to stand in front of him in crucial moments, truly a good son.

"Jingyun, I will not mistreat you. I will make up for all the suffering your mother endured by giving it to you," he said in a heavy voice.

In the Cold Palace, Eunuch Li personally came to deliver a message: the Emperor would not be coming tonight.

The outcome was as expected, but Song Yunzhi still asked one more question, "Father-in-law, what happened?"

"Alas, an assassin appeared in the Hall of Diligent Governance. His Highness Prince Jing bravely protected the Emperor but almost lost his life. The Emperor is furious right now," sighed Eunuch Li. "Consort Song, you should rest early. The Emperor probably won't be coming these next few days."

"Yes, Father-in-law, please take care."

The master and servant bowed to each other, and seeing that Eunuch Li had walked away, Song Yunzhi felt relieved and went back to rest.

Yuezhu followed behind with small, quick steps. "Miss, should I go and inquire again?"

Her mistress had gained the emperor's favor, and she could now freely enter and leave the Cold Palace.

Song Yunzhi shook her head. "No need. Now that we are both under the watchful eyes of the harem, it's easy for someone to find fault with us. Let's just wait and see."

Yuezhu suddenly understood and quickly nodded, "This servant will listen to Consort Song."

"Okay, rest now," Song Yunzhi said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Now all I can do is dream about how that guy is doing. Even though he looks like a child, what happened during the day affects his mood and thoughts in his dreams at night.

At night, everything is silent.

Seeing the little kid rolling on the ground crying, Song Yunzhi was slightly taken aback.

She went over, picked him up, and patted the dust off his clothes. "Why are you crying?"

"Sister, it hurts." The little one paused in his crying, but when he met her concerned eyes, his tears flowed even more freely.

Song Yunzhi raised her hand to wipe away the tears on his face, "Where does it hurt?"

"Here, my sister is snoring away."

He's been eating very well in his dreams lately, his face is as rosy as a peach blossom, and now he's pouting as if he's about to breathe, his cheeks are as red as a ripe fruit.

When Song Yunzhi saw him pointing to his chest, she instantly understood where he was injured.

She carried him back into the house, gently placing her fingers on his chest. "Hoo, the pain will subside soon."

"Sister, can you not spank me today?" he asked, blinking his big, dark eyes, pushing his luck.

Song Yunzhi chuckled and reached out to pat his head. "You didn't do anything wrong, why would I hit you?"

"Then I'll be good." He tilted his head back obediently and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Sister, want some more~"

He seemed unusually clingy tonight. Song Yunzhi lowered her head and kissed his face, then continued to fuss over him.

Chu Jingyun was awakened by pain after a good night's sleep.

The corners of his mouth, which had been raised in his dream, turned down as he saw the imperial physician applying medicine to his wound, and his mood instantly soured.

Song Meiren finally managed to soothe his pain, but this old man just kept making things worse for him.

"Your Highness Prince Jing? Your Highness Prince Jing, you're awake!" the imperial physician exclaimed joyfully, immediately turning his head to announce, "Quickly, report to the Emperor that His Highness has awakened!"

"Is Father alright?" Chu Jingyun asked anxiously as he propped himself up with one hand.

The imperial physician quickly shook his head, "Your Highness, rest assured, the Emperor is fine. You are still injured, so please lie down."

"That's good. As long as Father is alright, I can rest assured."

The man's voice was soft and slightly weak, and his face was pale as he clutched his chest.

"Jingyun!" A man dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe strode in, his eyes filled with kind and gentle light. "How are you feeling?"

"Your Majesty, I am fine. I have only caused you distress."

"Silly child, who told you to take a sword for me?"

Chu Jingyun was taken aback. "Your subject didn't think that much. I only know that you are my father, and I cannot let you get hurt."

"I have been wandering since I was a child. If it weren't for Father, I would probably be dead by now." He added in a low voice, raising his hand to grasp the emperor's hand. "My life belongs to you, Father. You are my only family."

"What a silly child. You have so many brothers and sisters, all of whom are your family."

“That’s different.” Chu Jingyun shook his head seriously, then lowered his eyes, afraid of offending the emperor. “Father is the closest to us.”

The emperor was overjoyed and patted him on the back, saying, "When you're better, I'll reward you handsomely."

"Thank you, Father!" Chu Jingyun said gratefully.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Eunuch Li's voice came from outside, "Your Majesty, Consort Yu has arrived."

The emperor's expression turned slightly somber. "Have her wait outside."

"Yes."

"My son, you should rest here. I will come to see you when I am done with my work."

"Father, don't overwork yourself, take care of your health," Chu Jingyun said with concern, watching him leave.

As soon as the emperor left, the man's smile vanished instantly. He turned his head, raised his hand to brush his shoulder, and his eyes revealed disgust.

Liu He came in from outside, tears streaming down his face. "Your Highness, how did you get so badly injured? Does it still hurt?"

"go out."

Liu Gonggong wiped away his tears, but quickly continued to cry, "Your Highness, this old servant is concerned about you."

"Keep an eye on the Cold Palace."

"Your Highness, you're in such a state, how can you still be thinking about that Consort Song!" Eunuch Liu looked at you with disappointment. "This old servant went to check on you, and the two of them are eating and sleeping well, not caring about you at all."

"What do you know?"

Chu Jingyun looked at him with disdain, but when she thought of Song Meiren's gentle words in her dream, her heart warmed involuntarily.

Unfortunately, it was just a dream.

If in real life Song Hye-kyo hugged and comforted him like that...

When Liu He saw his prince inexplicably laughing, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Has His Highness Prince Jing injured his brain? Why is he laughing like that?

"Go quickly. If the old man goes over there, send someone to inform me immediately."

"Yes, this old servant will go right away. Your Highness, please take good care of your injuries." Eunuch Liu pursed his lips and left with small, quick steps.

The emperor went to Consort Yu's place, and soon after, he came out with a gloomy face, and then summoned the imperial physician.

As soon as the imperial physician left, the emperor immediately went to the Cold Palace.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Upon seeing this unexpected person, Song Yunzhi quickly rose to greet him.

"Rise." The man's gaze fell on the woman's pretty and delicate face. "I will stay here tonight."

Song Yunzhi was stunned for a moment.

"What, is Lady Song unwilling?"

"Of course I'm willing, but the Cold Palace is too simple, and I'm afraid Your Majesty won't be used to sleeping there."

The emperor looked around, pondered for a moment, and said, "Perhaps I was inconsiderate. Let's go to my bedchamber instead."

"What virtue or ability do I possess to deserve this...?"

The emperor calmly replied, "You are blessed with auspicious omens; there is nothing wrong with you living with me."

Song Yunzhi nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Upon hearing the news that the emperor had ordered Consort Song to serve him in bed, Chu Jingyun immediately vomited blood and fainted.

Liu He quickly sent someone to fetch the imperial physician, and then went to see the emperor himself.

"Your Majesty, Prince Jing has fainted! You must go and see him!"

Besides Liu He, two more people arrived outside the palace: a head maidservant from Consort Yu's side and a junior eunuch from Consort Jiang's side.

"Eunuch Li, the Imperial Concubine says she feels tightness in her chest and requests His Majesty to come and take a look!"

“My mistress has a headache, Eunuch Li, please also speak to her on her behalf.”

"Oh dear, what kind of mess is this? All of you..."

Helpless, Eunuch Li went in first to report on Prince Jing's matter, followed by Consort Yu and Consort Jiang.

"Send those two outside back home. If they're sick, go see the imperial physician!" the emperor said in a deep voice. Thinking of Chu Jingyun's injury, he stood up. "Has the imperial physician gone to Prince Jing's side yet?"

"Your Majesty, we have already sent someone to fetch the imperial physician, but His Highness Prince Jing does not look well. The eunuch beside him seems to be on the verge of tears."

"They're all good-for-nothings," the emperor said in a deep voice. "Go to the Hall of Diligent Governance."

"What about Consort Song?" Eunuch Li asked in a low voice.

"Tell her to wait, I'll be there in a bit."

"Yes."

Seeing the emperor leave in a hurry, Song Yunzhi put away the hallucinogenic drugs she had prepared.

This drug can induce a deep sleep and induce pleasant dreams.

It seems unnecessary at present.

Qinzheng Hall.

Chu Jingyun gripped the emperor's hand tightly, her face deathly pale, and she murmured helplessly, "Don't hit me, I'm not a wild child... I have a father, father, don't go!"

The emperor's eyes stung slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "If Father doesn't leave, my son, don't be afraid."

From a distance, they really do look like a father and son with a deep affection for each other.

Liu He stood to the side, moved to tears.

The imperial physician re-bandaged Chu Jingyun's reopened wound. "Your Majesty, His Highness Prince Jing needs someone to stay by his side tonight. If he develops a fever, it must be brought down immediately."

"Your Majesty, this servant will stay and take care of His Highness," Liu He volunteered.

The emperor looked at his bloodless son, his mind blank with despair. "You may all step aside. I will take care of him myself."

"Your Majesty, you must not! Your health must be the priority," Eunuch Li advised.

The emperor pondered for a moment, then waved his hand, "My mind is made up."

Chu Jingyun, still asleep, trembled with her eyelashes and clenched her fists.

Late at night, Eunuch Li personally went to tell Song Yunzhi the whole story and told her to go to sleep first.

The emperor sat by Chu Jingyun's bedside the whole time. In the latter half of the night, he could no longer stay awake and leaned against the soft couch next to him, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Chu Jingyun opened his eyes, stretched his finger under the emperor's nose, and after a while whispered, "Father, Father?"

The other party did not react. Chu Jingyun straightened up, her lowered eyes filled with coldness.

Eighteen years have passed; he has waited eighteen years for this so-called family affection.

Unfortunately it was too late.

He doesn't need it now.

There were many guards outside, and when it was time for the shift change, Chu Jingyun quickly left from the darkness.

Song Yunzhi slept for half a day but couldn't fall into Chu Jingyun's dream. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone sitting by the bed.

She was startled and was about to open her mouth when a large hand covered her mouth, with a slightly rough feel.