The Entire Harem has Transmigrated - Chapter 14

On the other side of the world, the night was desolate.

Layers of swirling clouds blanketed the inky sky, yet they couldn’t obscure the radiant moonlight. Atop a skyscraper, before a floor-to-ceiling window, a woman held a cigarette between her slender, elegant fingers, her expression inscrutable.

“President Fu,” a man knocked and entered, bowing respectfully. “We have news.”

Fu Yeqiu turned around.

The hotel lights weren’t fully on, and she stood at the boundary between light and shadow. The harsh glare illuminated only half her face, making her already stern expression appear even more unfathomable.

“Speak.”

The woman uttered the single word as if after an eternity, causing the man to wipe the cold sweat from his brow before hastily opening his tablet and presenting his report.

“…There is indeed something strange. It’s this girl of unknown origin. She suddenly appeared on Miss Yu’s film set, and as for her identity, we haven’t yet confirmed it…”

“Don’t move,” Fu Yeqiu said, her pupils constricting sharply as she recognized the figure on the screen.

Suppressing a surge of emotion, she placed her fingers on the screen, gently tracing the girl’s features. Though her expression remained composed, the fingertip resting on the girl’s cheek trembled slightly.

“President Fu! Your cigarette!”

The cigarette between Fu Yeqiu’s fingers had burned dangerously close to her skin. She only remembered to release it after her subordinate’s reminder.

The assistant waiting nearby rushed over to dispose of the cigarette and asked how Fu Yeqiu wanted to treat the burn.

Fu Yeqiu glanced briefly at the scalded area before returning her gaze to the screen. A rare hint of joy flickered between her brows as she told the assistant, “Don’t worry about it.”

It stung a little.

But Fu Yeqiu laughed softly.

Gently, she thought, I’ve finally found you.

The sun was already high in the sky where Ruan Qingqing stood. She was by the newspaper kiosk, flipping through the unopened magazine, examining it repeatedly until a voice came from behind her: “Do you like President Fu too?”

“Huh?” Ruan Qingqing turned to see a girl with her hair in a bun.

“Fu Yeqiu,” the girl said, pointing to the magazine cover and puffing out her chest proudly. “She’s my wife! Do you like her too?”

Wife?

Ruan Qingqing was momentarily stunned. Qiuqiu… is already married? she thought.

Though still confused, she immediately grabbed the girl’s hand and said earnestly, “Congratulations! You must treat Qiuqiu well. She’s a wonderful person. Don’t ever let her down.”

The girl blinked in surprise before bursting into laughter. She clapped Ruan Qingqing on the shoulder and said, “What are you thinking? President Fu is my idol! I’m her fan. Don’t fans call their idols ‘husband’ or ‘wife’? President Fu is so dominant, she’s definitely the ‘husband,’ right?”

“Huh? Oh…” Ruan Qingqing struggled to recall her knowledge of this world and finally understood.

“Sweetie, you totally confused me with that act just now,” the girl asked Ruan Qingqing. “Have you never been involved in a fan circle before? Are you a new fan of President Fu?”

Ruan Qingqing blinked her long, curled lashes. “A new fan? I don’t think so. I’ve admired her for ages. Qiuqiu has always been so smart and capable, someone I deeply respect and admire. Would that make me… an old fan?”

The girl with the bun hairstyle burst into laughter, waving the magazine at Ruan Qingqing. “Then, would this old fan like to support her idol by buying the magazine?”

Ruan Qingqing patted her pockets, looking distressed, her face flushing crimson. “I… I don’t have any money…”

“Never mind, never mind,” the girl waved her hand generously. “I’ll buy it for you. After all, I wouldn’t mind my husband having another beautiful wife.”

Ruan Qingqing looked confused, about to refuse, but the girl had already bought the magazine and pressed it into her arms. Left with no choice, Ruan Qingqing could only ask for the girl’s contact information, promising to repay her later.

“No worries, no worries! Come on, look at my husband! Let’s fangirl together!” The girl, instantly familiar, wrapped her arm around Ruan Qingqing’s and flipped the magazine open to an inner page. Leaning excitedly against Ruan Qingqing, she clutched her chest and exclaimed, “He’s so handsome! How can President Fu be this handsome? It makes me want to shout, ‘Sister, please dominate me!'”

Ruan Qingqing scratched her head, utterly bewildered.

The girl pressed, “Don’t you want that too?”

“Want what?” Ruan Qingqing asked, confused.

The girl giggled teasingly, “You know… to be pinned down by President Fu and have him do that to you.”

Ruan Qingqing replied earnestly, “I don’t have such thoughts. My affection for Qiuqiu is purely platonic; I don’t fantasize about her in that way.”

“Alright,” the girl said, though she seemed about to argue further. Just then, her boyfriend’s car arrived, forcing her to bid Ruan Qingqing a reluctant farewell. “You absolutely have to add me, sis!” she insisted.

Ruan Qingqing nodded earnestly.

As the girl climbed into the car, Ruan Qingqing could still hear her boyfriend complaining, “Ugh, why did you buy another magazine with President Fu on it? Our place is already overflowing with Fu-related stuff!”

“So what? I’m spending my own money. I’ll buy whatever I want!”

“It’s not about the money, darling. It’s about my jealousy! You never even call me ‘hubby’!”

“I won’t! Do you have my husband A’s looks? Are you as handsome as my husband? Are you as overwhelmingly dominant as my husband?”

The young couple’s bickering and the roar of speeding cars faded into the wind, leaving Ruan Qingqing alone by the roadside, gazing at the magazine in her hand.

As she flipped through the pages, reading the profile of Fu Yeqiu, she couldn’t help but think, Qiuqiu is so impressive in this life too. From Empress to President Fu…

Since she’s doing so well, there’s no rush. I’ll deal with Yu Yunfei first and then go find her.

Ruan Qingqing strolled back to Yu Yunfei’s residence. As soon as she opened the door, a piercing scream rang out.

“Ahhh!!!”

She tossed the magazine into a drawer and rushed to the bedroom, where she found the perpetually feuding Consort Shu and Noble Consort standing on opposite sides of the bed, hurling pillows at each other.

Ruan Qingqing immediately intervened. “Stop fighting! What’s going on?”

Yu Yunfei, her voice trembling with tears, threw herself into Ruan Qingqing’s arms. “I’m traumatized!” she wailed. “Your Majesty must comfort me!”

After further questioning, Ruan Qingqing learned the truth: with her absence, both women had mistaken each other for her. In their drowsy, half-asleep state, they had even ended up embracing.

“It was unbearable,” Yu Yunfei groaned. “I was so disgusted I nearly threw up the braised pork I ate yesterday!”

“I’m even more disgusted than you!” Li Qianxuan yanked Yu Yunfei aside, opened her arms to Ruan Qingqing, and declared, “Your Majesty, I want a hug too.”

Ruan Qingqing obliged with a brief embrace.

Predictably, the two immediately resumed their rivalry for attention. Ruan Qingqing, her head throbbing, separated them and explained her plans for the day.

Meanwhile, she was thinking that after helping A-Yun resolve her issues, she would seek out the Empress.

The Empress had always been dignified and composed, and in this lifetime, she seemed even more mature and proper. Surely she wouldn’t behave like these other sisters.

After Ruan Qingqing finished explaining, Li Qianxuan repeated her question, “Catching ghosts? Do ghosts really exist in this world?”

She remained skeptical.

“Don’t worry,” Ruan Qingqing reassured her. “With me here, no ghost can harm you.”

Li Qianxuan smiled. “If anyone’s protecting anyone, it’s me protecting Your Majesty. You can’t go alone—I’ll accompany you.”

Yu Yunfei refused to let this opportunity slip away either. But Ruan Qingqing insisted she could only bring one person, reigniting their argument. Finally, Ruan Qingqing suggested settling the matter with a dice roll. Yu Yunfei won.

“She’s a celebrity,” Li Qianxuan protested. “Are you sure it’s okay for her to come with you?”

Yu Yunfei replied confidently, “My makeup skills are exceptional. I can transform myself into an old woman so convincingly that no one would ever recognize me.”

Ruan Qingqing agreed, telling her to prepare carefully.

As a precaution, Ruan Qingqing wrote a concealment talisman for Yu Yunfei to carry. Once everything was ready, Ruan Qingqing led Yu Yunfei out the door.

At noon, under the blazing sun, Ruan Qingqing and Yu Yunfei stood before the Qian Family Old Residence.

The ancient mansion nestled at the foot of Azure Mountain, its grounds filled with towering cypress trees and lush vegetation. Apart from the bizarrely shaped, jagged rocks scattered throughout the grounds, there was nothing particularly unusual about the place.

Yu Yunfei looked around but couldn’t discern anything out of the ordinary. “Are there really ghosts here?” she asked.

“Yes,” Ruan Qingqing replied.

No sooner had the words left her lips than a minivan pulled up beside them, its doors sliding open to reveal several people stepping out.

Leading the group was a Daoist priest, his white beard and eyebrows framing a face with a dignified air. His hair was neatly tied in a topknot, and he carried a whisk in his hand, exuding an aura of otherworldly refinement.

The second to emerge was a young woman dressed in a vibrant, ethnic-style long dress. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, and a crown of large, colorful flowers adorned her head. A crimson dot marked the center of her forehead.

The last to appear was a monk, his head shaved bald. He twirled a string of prayer beads in his hand, and after settling into place, he pressed his palms together and chanted, “Amitabha.”

Ruan Qingqing: “……”

They all looked more convincing than she did, but unfortunately, they were all frauds.

Yu Yunfei stood behind Ruan Qingqing, leaning forward and muttering under her breath, “Quite a lot of competitors.”

Ruan Qingqing remained unfazed. “It doesn’t matter.”

The group was led into the Qian Family Old Residence. Boss Qian, his eyes dark with fatigue and his beer belly protruding, sat wearily in the head seat. It was the butler who finally spoke, instructing everyone to demonstrate their abilities.

The Daoist examined the room’s furnishings and began lecturing on feng shui. The goddess-like shaman danced and chanted, while the monk immediately sat cross-legged and chanted Buddhist scriptures. Ruan Qingqing’s lips twitched at the sight.

Yu Yunfei approached her, amused, and whispered, “What are you planning to perform?”

Ruan Qingqing pressed another talisman into her hand and instructed, “Close your eyes now. Don’t open them until I tell you to.”

“Alright,” Yu Yunfei replied.

Once she was certain her allies wouldn’t be frightened, Ruan Qingqing silently chanted an incantation, formed a hand seal, and the once sunny old residence suddenly transformed. Dark clouds blotted out the sunlight, a chilling wind swept through the courtyard, and a cacophony of wailing, laughter, and anguished screams erupted. A red-robed female ghost swooped in, cradling her severed head in her hands, and bared her bl00d-drenched maw at the crowd.

“Aaaaaah!”

“A ghost! It’s really a ghost!”

The Taoist priest threw down his whisk and scrambled out on all fours. The shaman woman clutched her head and shrieked, collapsing to the ground, her elaborate floral headdress rolling aside. The fake monk wept hysterically, so terrified he soiled himself, clinging to the nearby butler’s leg and repeatedly crying for his parents. Only Ruan Qingqing remained calm, stepping forward and pointing a finger at the ghost, uttering a single word: “Break.”

The wind ceased, sunlight streamed back through the windows, and Boss Qian, trembling violently, finally regained his senses. He dropped to his knees before Ruan Qingqing, pleading, “Master, save me!”