Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

After seeing Murong Dize off and returning to the palace, Liu Qianyu quickly turned around and gave instructions to Qi Yue beside her.

"Qi Yue, pack my luggage quickly. We will set off immediately and return to Jiangnan."

Although she was surprised, she acted quickly and asked curiously while sorting her clothes.

"Miss, you are in such a hurry for this trip, but what is the urgent matter?"

Liu Qianyu turned around and smiled, her eyes flashing with cunning and playfulness.

"I'm just going back to Jiangnan to pay homage to my father and have some fun. Although the capital is nice, the scenery in Jiangnan has its own unique flavor."

"Miss, are you in such a hurry to leave? Don't you need to tell the emperor?"

Qi Yue felt that the young lady's decision was like a wisp of smoke in the spring breeze, leaving at any time, free and unrestrained.

Liu Qianyu shook her head gently, looking indifferent.

"I have left a letter to inform him of my whereabouts, so that he won't be worried and reluctant to let me go."

After Liu Qianyu's carriage drove out of the mansion, the secret guard An Shiyi learned the news and did not dare to slack off at all. She rode back to the palace at full speed and went straight to the Zichen Palace.

An Shiyi knelt in front of Murong Di Ze, speaking in a hurried tone.

"Your Majesty, Miss Liu has left the capital. This is the letter she left for you."

The pen in Murong Di Ze's hand paused slightly, then he put it down, took the letter, and looked at the secret guard with a deep gaze.

"Did she say anything?"

An Shiyi shook his head, "Miss Liu only said that she was going back to Jiangnan to pay respects, and didn't say much."

Murong Dize took the letter and gently stroked the envelope with his fingers, as if he could feel the warmth she left behind.

He slowly unfolded the letter, and Liu Qianyu's handwriting was just like her, playful and lively on the paper:

"Aze, I want to go back to Jiangnan to pay homage to my late father and travel the mountains and rivers. When I have had enough fun, I will come back to find you. You should just focus on handling state affairs and don't delay national affairs. I don't want to be a beauty who brings disaster! Don't rush to find me. I will give you a big surprise when I come back!"

After reading the letter, Murong Di Ze raised the corners of his mouth, a gentle and doting smile, but his eyes could not hide the worry.

He was worried about Liu Qianyu's safety, but at the same time, he felt helpless about her free and unrestrained personality.

He suppressed his smile, sighed softly, and gave serious instructions to the secret guard beside him.

"Immediately arrange to send more elite secret guards, and make sure they stay with you all the time to ensure Miss Liu's safety. At the same time, take this troop dispatch order from the Jiangnan military camp and order the local garrison to fully cooperate with the secret guards' actions. There is no room for slackness."

After saying this, he took out another token and handed it solemnly to the secret guard with a firm and powerful look in his eyes.

"Those who hold this token are to be treated as if I were here in person. You must swear to protect it until your death. No mistakes will be made."

An Shiyi took the mobilization order and token with both hands, then knelt down and saluted with a sonorous and powerful voice.

"As you command! I will live up to your majesty's trust and protect Miss Liu until my death!"

After saying this, he turned and left, riding a fast horse to chase after Liu Qianyu.

As the days passed, Liu Qianyu lived a leisurely and comfortable life in Jiangnan.

After she held a small memorial ceremony for her father, she often took Qi Yue to travel, taste Jiangnan delicacies, and enjoy this rare freedom.

For Murong Dize, who was far away in the capital, time seemed to have stopped and every day seemed as long as a year.

Days are like years.

Thinking like crazy.

Hard to contain.

After he finished dealing with state affairs every day, he sat alone in the Zichen Palace, staring at Liu Qianyu's portrait in a daze.

After finishing his state affairs during the day, he would often sit alone in the Zichen Palace at night, gazing at the portrait of Liu Qianyu, which he had painted himself, hanging on the wall.

The woman in the portrait smiled as beautifully as a flower, as if she could penetrate the paper and talk to him.

He stroked the portrait gently, and the longing surging in his heart was like a rushing river, almost drowning him.

"Baoer, why don't you come into my dreams again?"

Inside Qianyuan Palace.

Murong Di Ze sat in front of the imperial desk, reviewing memorials.

On the side, a colorful rooster was flapping its wings restlessly.

The "oh-oh-oh" sound echoed in the empty palace, sounding particularly harsh.

This scene, which might have once brought a bit of fun, now only added a bit of loneliness in Murong Dize's eyes.

"Jiri, take this rooster down with you."

Ji Rui, who was standing nearby, quickly ordered the young eunuch to take the rooster away.

Alas, without Miss Liu around, even the rooster doesn’t smell good to His Majesty.

The moon hangs on the treetops, and I sit alone in the Purple Palace, feeling worried.

Although I am busy with state affairs, I am still thinking about traveling to the south of the Yangtze River.

The beauty is painted in color, and her eyes are filled with smile.

My thoughts are like a raging tide and I can’t sleep at night.

The candlelight shakes red tears, and the lovesickness turns into poetry.

I wish we could be a pair of wings, flying together between heaven and earth.

Although the country is vast, it is useless without you.

I look forward to returning home soon so that we can meet again and enjoy the moon together.

Ji Rui walked slowly into the Zichen Palace with a cup of fragrant tea in his hand. Seeing Murong Di Ze writing down poems expressing his emotions at the imperial desk, Ji Rui couldn't help feeling sad.

Your Majesty, this is lovesickness, and it’s a serious illness!

This sour poem is written!

Alas, my poor Majesty, he is really under the control of Miss Liu.

It really proves the saying, "A hero cannot resist the temptation of a beautiful woman."

Five months passed quickly, and the Zichen Palace was once again shrouded in tension and depression.

The secret guard An Shiyi knelt on the cold stone floor with his head lowered, not daring to breathe. The entire palace was so quiet that only the sound of each other's rapid breathing could be heard.

"Say it again, she...she's pregnant?"

Murong Dize's voice was low and trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

If I don't have any descendants, then this child...

Baoer is so unique and unconventional, and often does shocking things.

Could it be that Baoer, just as what happened in the dream, found a handsome man to have a child?

Murong Dize only felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and rushing straight to his forehead. His whole body seemed to be frozen, as if he fell into an ice cave.

He stood up suddenly and paced back and forth in the hall, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

No, no matter who the father of this child is, Baoer, she must be mine.

As long as Baoer is willing, I can treat him as my own child.

She was afraid that Baoer would fall in love with another, more handsome man, so she brought him back to Pansi Cave.

He turned around suddenly, staring at An Eleven who was kneeling on the ground with a sharp gaze.

"Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on her? Not to let any man get close to her? Tell me, how did she get pregnant?

An Shiyi knew the seriousness of the situation, so he took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to report back.

"Your Majesty. We guard Miss Liu day and night to ensure that no man approaches. We have recently discovered that Miss Liu's belly is getting bigger and bigger."

"I am a medical expert, and I took her pulse when she was least prepared. I found out that she was already five months pregnant. Plus, it took me a long time to get home, so I estimate that she has been pregnant for about six months."

"June..." Murong Di Ze murmured again.

At that time, he was tormenting Baoer day and night.

He suddenly realized something, his face changed suddenly, and he suddenly understood.

"Could it be... Could it be that this child is mine?"

No wonder I turned into a rooster in my dream, it was really a clever arrangement by God!

Is it a recognition of my diligence in governing the country and my concern for the people?

This feedback is truly a blessing from God!

My precious child is indeed the Nine Heavens Goddess!

The expression on his face instantly lit up with a smile of joy, excitement and relief.

The corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, and his eyes flashed with an unprecedented light, as if all the sorrows and worries had disappeared at this moment.

He laughed heartily and unrestrainedly. His laughter was hearty and infectious, echoing in the air and moving everyone.

"Haha, my baby, you really gave me a big surprise!"

The emperor murmured to himself, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.