The Entire Harem has Transmigrated - Chapter 3

Yu Yunfei was also momentarily stunned, as if lost in thought.

After a long pause, she snapped out of her reverie and continued, “Can the Noble Consort still wield weapons?”

Ruan Qingqing countered, “Why wouldn’t she be able to? She’s the daughter of the Loyal and Valiant General’s Manor. She’s been trained in martial arts since childhood. Wielding swords and spears is as natural to her as eating and drinking.”

Yu Yunfei smiled, clarifying, “That’s not what I meant. I was referring to the strict rules of the imperial palace. How could they possibly allow imperial consorts to engage in such activities?”

“Do you truly not remember?” A visible hint of disappointment flickered in Ruan Qingqing’s clear eyes, and her voice softened slightly. “I never restricted your actions. Being confined to this small world is already pitiful enough. I couldn’t bear to deprive you of your passions as well.”

Yu Yunfei chuckled. “You certainly know how to dote on people.”

But could an Emperor who genuinely cared for his consorts and empathized with them truly exist?

As their conversation drew to a close, Ruan Qingqing asked with a hint of anticipation, “A-Yun, have you remembered anything?”

Yu Yunfei could only continue to stall. “I’ve recalled a few fragments, but I’m too tired today. I think it would be better to rest and try again tomorrow.”

Ruan Qingqing naturally didn’t refuse.

Yu Yunfei found her a set of unworn pajamas and brand-new toiletries, then showed her how to use the shower. Ruan Qingqing learned quickly, memorizing everything, but her eyes and brows still held a childlike wonder, like a child who had just received a rare toy.

How utterly adorable.

So adorable that Yu Yunfei couldn’t resist teasing her. She pinched her voice into a coquettish tone and purred, “Does Your Majesty require my assistance with dressing?”

She struck a provocative pose, tucking her long hair behind her ear to fully display her voluptuous figure. The pose oozed seductiveness, but Ruan Qingqing remained unfazed, gazing back with her usual innocent expression. Her eyes curved into crescents as she replied, “No need. I never had you help me dress in the past either. This is a new era now. I… I can certainly manage on my own.”

Yu Yunfei shrugged. “Alright then.”

The apartment had only one bedroom with a single bed. Yu Yunfei offered the bed to Ruan Qingqing, intending to sleep on the sofa herself, but Ruan Qingqing adamantly refused. Clutching the pillow Yu Yunfei had given her, she promptly lay down on the sofa, radiating an air of defiance that suggested she would burst into tears if anyone dared try to take her spot.

Yu Yunfei had no choice but to give up.

That night, she struggled to fall asleep, tossing and turning as she pondered the possibility. Could it really be true? Could such a bizarre thing actually happen?

Take Ruan Qingqing, for example.

She was innocent and naive, yet not at all spoiled or pretentious. With her soft-hearted nature, tendency to cry easily, and easy-to-comfort demeanor, she seemed exceptionally vulnerable and utterly lacking in cunning. How could such a young girl possibly be the legendary Emperor, steeped in myth and legend?

Could there truly be a ruler of a nation like her?

Yu Yunfei couldn’t wrap her head around it. Meanwhile, across town, her assistant Shen Huan was still out enjoying herself with her best friend.

Yu Yunfei had wrapped up work early that day, giving Shen Huan a rare moment of leisure. When her best friend invited her out, she eagerly accepted.

The night was already late, but the city remained bustling and vibrant, its streets illuminated by bright lights. After finishing her skewers, her friend wiped her mouth with a tissue and asked, “What time is it?”

Shen Huan glanced at her phone and replied, “11:45 PM.”

“Wow, time flies,” her friend stretched lazily, laughing. “In just fifteen minutes, another wonderful day will be over.”

Another day was drawing to a close.

After extracting these keywords, Shen Huan suddenly remembered what the cute little girl had told her earlier that day: If you encounter a crossroads where peonies are in full bloom today, be sure to avoid it.

But the day was almost over, and she hadn’t encountered any peony-filled crossroads. It seemed the girl had just made up a story to trick her.

Shen Huan smiled dismissively.

“Now that we’re full, we should head back,” her best friend said, linking arms with Shen Huan and sighing as she looked at the still-crowded street. “It’s too crowded here to get a taxi. Huanhuan, why don’t we walk a bit further out first?”

Shen Huan smiled. “Sure.”

The two chatted and laughed as they walked away from the bustling center, finally reaching a slightly more open stretch of road.

As they rounded a corner, her friend suddenly slapped her arm excitedly. “Look! There’s a handsome guy selling flowers across the street! Let’s go check it out.”

Flowers?

Shen Huan felt a sudden chill. When she saw that the exceptionally vibrant, pink-and-red blooms were indeed peonies, her pupils constricted sharply.

In that instant, her heart pounded wildly, almost to the point of bursting. Whether driven by instinct or sheer terror, she yanked her best friend, who was pulling her forward, violently backward. Her friend, caught completely off guard, stumbled back with her, both falling against the curb.

“Huanhuan, what are you—?!” Her friend’s questioning words turned into a scream as a car, moving with lightning speed, crashed straight into a nearby building.

The deafening impact rang in their ears, leaving Shen Huan’s mind blank.

It took her a long moment to realize that if she hadn’t pulled her friend back in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable…

Fragments from the crash landed near her friend’s feet. Terrified, her friend grabbed Shen Huan’s hand, trembling violently, and cried out, “Quick! Call 110!”

Shen Huan shakily pulled out her phone, just as the time changed from 23:59 to 00:00.

She froze, stunned. If she hadn’t witnessed it herself, she would never have believed that the little girl’s words had come true.

Ruan Qingqing slept relatively peacefully through the night, but she woke before dawn.

She quietly walked to the window and gazed at the vast expanse of the sky, sensing something. She pinched her fingers together and calculated again.

“They’re safe now.”

Though she shouldn’t reveal her abilities so easily, saving two young girls from suffering was truly something to rejoice over.

Ruan Qingqing’s lips curved into a smile as she poured herself a cup of water. But as she set the cup down, her hand trembled, accidentally spilling the warm water.

“Hmm?”

Ruan Qingqing frowned slightly, tracing the water stain with her slender, fair fingers. Suddenly, she sat up straight, her expression turning serious.

She drew several talisman formations on the table, then bit her finger and dripped a drop of crimson bl00d into the center.

The colorless water lines merged with the bl00d, instantly becoming vibrant and alive, with a faint glow emanating from a particular direction.

“Southeast?” Ruan Qingqing’s eyes lit up, her voice brimming with excitement. “The Noble Consort has actually come here too!”

Overwhelmed with joy, she wanted to share her happiness with those around her. But as she reached the door, she heard Yu Yunfei’s voice from inside: “Is that Director Zhao?”

“I’m so sorry to trouble you so early, but I really have no other choice…”

“Yes, I… I wanted to ask you to check if a nineteen-year-old girl has recently escaped from your hospital.”

“She’s very beautiful, but I can’t really describe her symptoms… The symptoms are that she believes she’s the Emperor…”

Ruan Qingqing took a deep breath, feeling a wave of sadness and resentment wash over her.

Consort Shu still didn’t believe her. Or perhaps she never had, from the very beginning?

Tears welled up as Ruan Qingqing wiped away the runes. She wanted to leave immediately, but her anger wouldn’t let her. She found paper and a pen and wrote a message in the current language: Miss Yu, I won’t bother you anymore. I’m going back to the Mental Hospital myself.

Since Consort Shu already thinks I escaped from that place, Ruan Qingqing thought in despair, I might as well let her keep believing it.

But Ruan Qingqing’s disappointment didn’t last long. The moment she remembered the Noble Consort was also here, her hope rekindled.

She left the room, plucked a few blades of grass along the way, and used her own bl00d for divination. Within two hours, she had pinpointed the Noble Consort’s exact location.

“This is it,” Ruan Qingqing said, tucking away the grass blades. She looked up at the plaque above the entrance and slowly read aloud the last few characters: “Martial Arts Training Hall?”

Ruan Qingqing, still in her pajamas and slippers, drew immediate attention and was stopped at the entrance.

Undeterred, she smiled sweetly and asked the gatekeeper in a clear, bright voice, “Hello, I’m looking for Li Qianxuan. Could you please take me to her?”

The gatekeeper turned to his colleague and asked, “Teacher Li?”

The other replied, “She’s here today as a technical advisor. She arrived just an hour ago and reportedly went straight to the arena without even resting.”

The two men hesitated at first, but when Ruan Qingqing clasped her hands in a pleading gesture, explaining that she had an appointment with Teacher Li and begging for their help, they caved in a daze, abandoning all principles.

After all, who could resist such an adorable girl?

“Ahem, Miss, please follow me.”

“Thank you.”

After two turns and pushing open another door, Ruan Qingqing saw the woman on the arena stage.

She was tall, wearing a red sports tank top and black shorts, her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. Yet her radiant presence couldn’t be concealed. This brilliance was entirely different from Consort Shu’s bone-deep, delicate charm; it was a spirited, heroic aura, like a summer wind’s roar or winter’s fiercest wine—distinctive and unmistakable, leaving no room for doubt.

This was her Noble Consort.

This was Li Qianxuan.

Even just seeing her profile, Ruan Qingqing’s eyes welled up. She pursed her lips, suppressing the urge to cry. As she was about to call out, she saw the Noble Consort on the arena hook her opponent, lift her leg, and execute a series of fluid, seamless movements that brought the burly man crashing to the ground.

With a resounding thud, Ruan Qingqing’s words caught in her throat.

So fierce…

Ruan Qingqing swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and told herself, It’s okay, I’m not scared. Even if the Noble Consort is fierce to others, she wouldn’t be fierce to me.

While she was mentally preparing herself, the staff member who had brought her in called out, “Teacher Li, a little cutie said she had an appointment with you, so I brought her in.”

Ruan Qingqing blinked nervously and looked toward the voice, her heart both hopeful and anxious.

Does the Noble Consort remember me? She should remember me, right?

At that moment, their eyes met. Li Qianxuan froze, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief.

Before Ruan Qingqing could even figure out whether the Noble Consort remembered her, Li Qianxuan leaped off the arena and strode toward her.