Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Life in ancient times was so simple and unpretentious. Every day was spent simply admiring flowers, drinking tea, and chatting with a few ladies.

"Sister Qingmo, I really envy you. You live such a carefree life, with a loving husband and no concubines. You are the mistress of the house and make the decisions. You have truly married a good husband."

Qian Ruyue's face was full of envy; she also wanted such a life.

This... is hard to comment on.

Qingmo herself didn't even know that she had married a good man. Well, rumors really are unreliable.

"Hehe, it's alright." Qingmo took a sip of tea, not wanting to say more.

Qian Ruyue was someone she met while shopping. She was a pretty young girl with a rather naive personality. She was the only daughter in her wealthy family and always liked to come over and play with her.

"Sigh, unlike me, my family is already arranging marriages for me, but they're all well-matched young men from similar social classes, which isn't very interesting."

Qian Ruyue was very distressed. She didn't like those playboys who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun all day long.

She longed for a relationship based on mutual affection, just like Qingmo. She had no concubines in her household, which shows how deeply she loved her husband.

Qingmo: "Oh, does Sister Ruyue have someone she likes? What's wrong with marrying someone of equal social standing?"

Qian Ruyue glared at Qingmo, then said rather embarrassedly, "Sister, please don't tease me. What does it matter whether I like her or not? We'll still have to arrange a marriage in the end."

Qingmo: "Why don't you tell me, little sister? I'll give you some advice."

Qian Ruyue: "Alas, I only wish to win the heart of one person and stay together until old age, rather than marrying into a family and becoming someone's legal wife with a harem of wives and concubines."

"I...I met a young master a while ago who saved me on the road. Although he came from a poor family, he was a man of noble character. Unfortunately, his family would not agree to our relationship. Alas."

Qian Ruyue sighed repeatedly, looking very melancholy.

Speechless, Qingmo looked up at the sky and thought that noble ladies had a common problem: the rich were all bad, while the poor were all elegant gentlemen.

Qingmo: "Mmm..."

After a long silence, not knowing what to say, women in ancient times had read too many picture books and were particularly fond of talented scholars and beautiful women, especially those poor but talented scholars.

Aren't all picture books written by poor scholars? Have you ever seen a prince write a picture book?

Modern girls like to cry in BMWs, but people in ancient times were different. They believed that all other pursuits were inferior, only studying was noble, and they liked to cry in oxcarts.

Qingmo: "Sister Ruyue, have you taken a fancy to a poor scholar? Do you think that marriage alliances between noble families are only about the family behind you? Do you think the scholar is simply interested in you?"

"The demeanor of a young lady from a prominent family is inherently different. You are willing to cook and clean for him, but do you think he will be willing to retire and live a simple life for you when he rises to a high position?"

"this..."

Qian Ruyue frowned as she listened. She felt that Qingmo was just like her parents, which was rather vulgar, only caring about these material things.

Qingmo sneered: "Heh, you think there's a difference between scholars and young masters from noble families? That's because they're poor. He's poor, so naturally he can promise you a lifetime of love and companionship, because he can't afford to support you."

"Once he passes the imperial examination, how will he be any different from those other young masters? Look at all those high-ranking officials—many are from humble backgrounds, and they all have three wives and four concubines. That's all I have to say. As long as you're happy." Good words are useless against a damned devil.

Qian Ruyue's face turned pale upon hearing this. "Sister, your words are rather biased. I've heard that your husband is also from a poor family, yet he doesn't have a single concubine. Sister, you can listen to music whenever you want, go shopping whenever you want, and live a very comfortable life."

Qingmo: "Heh, do you know what scholars like to do most? Why don't I take you to meet my husband?"

After saying that, Qingmo got up and went to the side courtyard. Qian Ruyue followed behind her, and the group slowly stepped into the courtyard.

A door was wide open, and inside sat a man in front of an embroidery frame, his left hand moving smoothly and fluidly, creating a lifelike pattern on the embroidered handkerchief. Only his back was visible, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Qian Ruyue covered her mouth in surprise. She never imagined that a man would do such a thing that was considered intimate between women.

"You see? The scholar you've been longing for is nothing special," Qingmo said with a sneer.

"How is this possible..." Ruyue still refused to believe it. She had always thought that only women could do things like embroidery.

"This is my husband. Why do you think he's so obedient?"

At this moment, the man turned around, looked at them expressionlessly, and continued embroidering without saying a word.

Qian Ruyue was startled. The man in front of her was missing his right eye, looked haggard, and had a gloomy aura. He was nothing like the husband of her sister Qingmo.

The two went out again, and Qian Ruyue still couldn't understand why this was happening; it was completely different from what she had imagined.

Seeing her like this, Qingmo just smiled and didn't answer. She couldn't understand that it was her fate.

A few months later, Qian Ruyue still eloped with the scholar, perhaps thinking that her family would be her eternal refuge.

When they met again a few years later, she was a woman with a weathered face, and her hands were no longer those of a young lady from a wealthy family.

She could no longer return to her home; her father had already adopted a child from his uncle's family and removed her from the family genealogy.

No one can say she was wrong. At least she chose the freedom she wanted. For her, her family was a constraint, but she had to pay the price herself.

Qingmo didn't look at her again. They were no longer in the same circle, and she had said everything she needed to say.

Everyone pays a price, just like the original owner of this body who paid with his life.

When he passes the imperial examination with flying colors, his first act upon landing will be to slay the woman he loves.

Qingmo didn't kill Yun Qinghan; he died of old age. He was only in his forties and his health was failing. Sigh, old men really are no good.

Yun Qinghan: You think you're so great, you think you're the best? Let's see if you can keep getting beaten up every day.

Qingmo lived to be 71 years old, without any children. She had to sell all her assets and convert them into gold to store in her spatial storage, but she simply couldn't spend it all.

"Ding, congratulations on completing the mission, which is to take you away from this world."

"Ding, area score settled: 1000, balance: 3120"

He reached the peak of the Golden Core stage in one fell swoop through cultivation.

"Xiao Wu, let's begin the next task."