The Entire Harem has Transmigrated - Chapter 2

Director Chen was only in his early forties, not yet fifty. The more quick-witted staff members usually called him “Brother Chen,” and almost no one dared to call him “old.” So when Ruan Qingqing opened her mouth, she nearly made the director faint with anger.

No longer able to maintain his dignified composure, he turned his fury directly on Ruan Qingqing and ordered the staff to throw her, an irrelevant outsider, off the set.

Ruan Qingqing showed no fear or apprehension. As the men approached, she declared in a clear, crisp voice, “You’d better not touch me. I am now favored by the Heavenly Dao, blessed with its fortune. Offend me, and you will meet with disaster within three days.”

Her words carried such righteous conviction and self-assurance that the men were momentarily stunned. Seeing their hesitation, Director Chen roared in fury, “You’re actually believing this little girl’s nonsense? Get her out of here now!”

But the men still couldn’t lay a hand on Ruan Qingqing. This time, Yu Yunfei pulled her behind her, shielding her.

The consequence was that both of them were thrown off the set together.

As they left, Ruan Qingqing stayed close to Yu Yunfei’s side. Once Yu Yunfei had dismissed her assistant and they were alone, Ruan Qingqing asked softly, “A-Yun, why do you look so down? Aren’t you happy?”

Yu Yunfei shook her head and blinked, her long, curled lashes fluttering like a butterfly’s wings about to take flight, shimmering with light. She smiled. “How could I be? I’m very happy.”

Her smile seemed to dim the sky behind her, leaving only her radiant beauty to illuminate the world. Everything around her became mere backdrop to her captivating presence, her delicate charm and boundless allure unchanged from the days in the palace. This sight stirred Ruan Qingqing’s memories of those bygone days.

Ruan Qingqing couldn’t help but sigh softly before saying, “Don’t worry. I just calculated that those who wronged you will soon face retribution. This is true, not just empty words.”

Yu Yunfei naturally didn’t believe her. She didn’t respond immediately, waiting until they reached the garage and were alone before asking, “You’re actually my fan, aren’t you?”

“Fan?” Ruan Qingqing pondered for a moment before asking uncertainly, “Here, does it mean that anyone who genuinely admires you can be called your fan?”

Yu Yunfei huffed, her eyebrow arching slightly. “That’s right.”

Ruan Qingqing was now certain. Her eyes curved into crescents as she replied sweetly, “Then I am indeed your fan.”

The girl’s expression remained unchanged, her round almond eyes still radiating innocence and purity. Yet her gaze was direct and unwavering, leaving Yu Yunfei feeling unexpectedly flustered, her heart skipping a beat.

Yu Yunfei narrowed her eyes, studying Ruan Qingqing for a moment before suddenly leaning closer and pinching her soft cheek. “My sexual orientation is female. You probably didn’t know that, did you?”

She had never publicly disclosed this, so she assumed Ruan Qingqing was unaware.

Ruan Qingqing recalled her newly acquired knowledge and slowly replied, “Your sexual orientation is female? I didn’t know that before, but what does it matter?”

She took Yu Yunfei’s hand, her eyes brimming with joy, the happiness nearly overflowing from the corners of her eyes. “All that matters is that you’re A-Yun. Meeting you here today feels like a divine blessing. I’m so happy I can hardly express it.”

Are all modern girls this direct?

Yu Yunfei steadied her racing heart and suddenly asked seriously, “Little sister, are you of legal age?”

Ruan Qingqing frowned. “How could you not know?”

“How would I know? This is our first time meeting,” Yu Yunfei said, her fox-like eyes gleaming with a seductive light, half teasing, half serious. “But even though it’s our first meeting, you’re exactly my type, and your personality is quite charming. If you’re already an adult and still flirting so recklessly, I wouldn’t mind being a ‘sugar daddy’.”

Ruan Qingqing recoiled in shock, snatching her hand away.

Yu Yunfei assumed she was frightened by the latter half of her statement, but Ruan Qingqing’s attention was fixed on the first part.

“What do you mean, ‘first time meeting’?” Ruan Qingqing bit her lip, her voice trembling with wounded accusation. “Consort Shu, do you really not remember me?”

Yu Yunfei: “???”

Ruan Qingqing: “???!”

After a brief exchange, Yu Yunfei couldn’t help but feel disappointed. She had thought she was about to have a romantic encounter with a beautiful young woman, only to discover that her crush was a mentally unstable girl.

“Little girl,” Yu Yunfei thought with a sigh, her voice softening, “do you remember which hospital you ran away from? How about I take you back? Do you have an ID tag? Do you remember your family’s phone number? Or… or should I just take you to the police station?”

Ruan Qingqing: “……”

Ruan Qingqing felt utterly wronged.

She tried to calculate what was happening using her fingers, but this situation was inextricably linked to her own fate. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t decipher it.

Seeing her struggling so fiercely and crying so desperately, Yu Yunfei’s heart softened. Just as they reached the police station, she made a sharp turn.

“Fine, I won’t call you Consort Shu anymore, okay?” The tear-streaked girl clutched Yu Yunfei’s sleeve, pleading pitifully, “A-Yun, please, don’t take me there…”

During her time in the void, Ruan Qingqing had learned about the outside world. She understood roughly what being taken in for investigation meant. Being treated as a patient would be the best-case scenario; worse outcomes could involve being imprisoned for research.

Though favored by the Heavenly Dao and possessing extraordinary abilities, she remained a mortal with limited power. If confined by a group of people, even if she managed to escape, she would inevitably face endless trouble.

Reflecting on this, she realized she had acted rashly on set today. Having yet to establish herself in this era or secure a firm foundation, she shouldn’t have revealed her capabilities so openly.

Yu Yunfei sighed softly, her voice gentle. “Then give me an address. Should I take you home? Or would you rather I just drop you off here?”

“I have nowhere to go,” Ruan Qingqing said, her voice unusually subdued. She looked up with teary eyes and asked Yu Yunfei softly, “Sister, can I stay at your place for the night?”

As if sensing Yu Yunfei’s hesitation, she quickly added, “I’ve already turned nineteen. I’m considered an adult here.”

Yu Yunfei nearly lost her grip on the steering wheel, but thankfully the car was parked by the roadside.

What’s going on with this girl? she wondered.

Was that… an invitation? It had to be, right?

And when she wasn’t talking about the Great Qian Emperor or Consort Shu, she seemed perfectly normal…

Confused and unsure why, Yu Yunfei found herself taking Ruan Qingqing home.

News of the incident on set quickly reached the company, and Yu Yunfei couldn’t escape a harsh scolding. After finally dealing with the company, she remembered she hadn’t made dinner for the girl. But when she opened the refrigerator, it was completely empty.

The only food left in the house was two instant noodle cups.

Feeling guilty, Yu Yunfei asked Ruan Qingqing, “Is instant noodles okay? Or should I order takeout?”

Ruan Qingqing pointed to the noodle cups and said softly, “These are fine. Thank you, Sister.”

She was so well-behaved it was heartbreaking.

Especially when Yu Yunfei compared her to the energetic, lively girl she’d seen on set earlier that day, her guilt grew unbearable.

Ruan Qingqing finished the instant noodles with delicate manners, thanked Yu Yunfei again, and even said it was the best thing she’d eaten recently. This remark pushed Yu Yunfei’s guilt to its peak.

To think she finds instant noodles delicious… What a poor little thing!

Yu Yunfei’s heart overflowed with tenderness, and she couldn’t resist wanting to help her, even though she was in a difficult situation herself.

To help her, she needed to understand the girl’s identity. Since Ruan Qingqing had no identification and refused to answer direct questions, Yu Yunfei decided to play along and brought up Consort Shu again.

“You said earlier that you were the last Emperor of Great Qian, and I was your Consort Shu, right?”

Ruan Qingqing looked up, her eyes briefly lighting up before the light faded again.

She stirred the dehydrated vegetables in her noodles and mumbled, “What’s the point of me saying anything? You don’t believe me anyway.”

“I do believe you,” Yu Yunfei said, forcing herself to lie, coaxing her gently. “I just don’t remember those times very well. Tell me more about it, and maybe it’ll all come back to me?”

Ruan Qingqing studied her, still a little shaken. “Are you… telling the truth?”

“Of course,” Yu Yunfei replied, lying to the child without a flicker of guilt.

Seeing Yu Yunfei’s soft, charming demeanor, unchanged from before, Ruan Qingqing mustered her courage and began to speak.

At first, she was reserved, but as she talked, she grew more animated.

“…Besides all that, I’m also a divine diviner now. Though I’m not as infallible or skilled as the Imperial Preceptor, I can still perform casual divinations with ease.”

Yu Yunfei chuckled.

Ruan Qingqing bristled. “You don’t believe me?”

Yu Yunfei: “That’s a bit far-fetched…”

Eager to prove herself, Ruan Qingqing declared, “Then let me predict the weather.”

She performed the calculations with earnest concentration, then looked up, her voice clear. “Tomorrow, at the first hour of Yin (3-5 AM), a light drizzle will begin. By the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), the rain will intensify, accompanied by strong winds.”

“The weather forecast already knows all that,” Yu Yunfei said, suppressing another laugh. She leaned her chin on her hand, smiling mischievously. “Why don’t you predict my career prospects instead?”

Ruan Qingqing shook her head, refusing. “You are someone intimately connected to me, making it difficult to divine your fate. I would need to arrange a divination setup, bathe and burn incense, and choose an auspicious day with favorable celestial and terrestrial conditions to meticulously deduce your destiny. Only then might I pierce through the mists and discern the karmic connections.”

Yu Yunfei was overjoyed.

Ruan Qingqing was on the verge of tears again. “You still don’t believe me, do you?”

Yu Yunfei couldn’t help but speak the truth. “You really sound like a little liar spouting nonsense.”

Ruan Qingqing, suppressing her tears, explained, “I may have fabricated stories before, but everything I just told you is true.”

“Alright, alright,” Yu Yunfei soothed her patiently. “I believe you. But aren’t emperors supposed to speak with golden tongues and jade words? How could they possibly lie or spout nonsense?”

Ruan Qingqing wiped away her tears and nodded. “Of course they can. Emperors are still human, and humans are driven by emotions and desires. They inevitably face dilemmas, from the grand affairs of the court to the intimate matters of the harem, and often find themselves uttering insincere words.”

Yu Yunfei pressed further. “Then what insincere words have you spoken?”

Ruan Qingqing recalled the past, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. “The Noble Consort’s lotus seed soup was truly awful, but I was afraid of hurting her feelings, so I always praised it as delicious and extolled her exceptional culinary skills, claiming she surpassed even the imperial chefs.”

“She was delighted by these words and made lotus seed soup for half a month straight, insisting on watching me finish every bowl.”

“Eventually, I had to tell her that I couldn’t bear to see her delicate hands toil in the kitchen. Only then did she relent.”

Yu Yunfei feigned agreement. “A pampered consort like that is indeed unsuited for cooking.”

Ruan Qingqing shook her head. “The Noble Consort wasn’t a pampered girl. It’s just that her hands were meant for wielding swords and spears. Asking her to chop firewood and vegetables would be a waste of her talents.”

Yu Yunfei froze, images flashing through her mind, her eyelids twitching slightly. “Swords and spears?”

“Yes,” Ruan Qingqing replied. “Long spears, short blades—the Noble Consort wielded them with awe-inspiring prowess, rivaling any man in the world.”

As she spoke, Ruan Qingqing’s voice softened.

She suddenly missed the Noble Consort.

The Noble Consort had always believed in her unconditionally. If only she were here now, Ruan Qingqing thought.