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

Ji Rui almost crawled to the edge of the ring, stamped his feet anxiously, and shouted at the princess on the stage.

"Oh my, my precious princess, please come down quickly! You are a royal princess, why do you need a martial arts competition to win your hand in marriage?"

Ji Rui's eyes were full of heartache, as if he had foreseen that if the princess chose an unreliable guy, his heart would break into eight pieces.

Murong Hanyue looked at Ji Rui, who looked both anxious and concerned, and couldn't help but smile.

This 65-year-old chubby old man, dressed in brocade clothes, has long since shed his former identity as the eunuch chief.

When he was sixty years old, his father allowed him to leave the palace to live out his life in honor, and also gave him a mansion and abundant property.

Ji Rui lived a leisurely life these days. Every day, he carried a birdcage and went to various theaters and teahouses to listen to operas, enjoying the leisurely and comfortable life in his later years.

My brothers and I often went to his house in our spare time, sat together and talked and laughed.

Listen to Grandpa Ji Rui smilingly telling the legendary love story between his father, the emperor, and his mother, the queen.

Grandpa Ji Rui exaggerated and said that he had wanted to help his father trick the queen mother back to the palace, but the queen mother was more cunning and directly tricked his father back to the Pansi Cave.

I long to be like my mother and hold the man I like in her arms.

Unfortunately, that man was like a hard rock, difficult to shake, which made me feel helpless and unwilling.

Faced with Jirui's worries, the princess smiled beautifully and comforted him softly.

"Grandpa Ji Rui, please relax, I know what to do."

She raised her hand slightly, signaling her servants to take Ji Rui to a safe place.

After Ji Rui was properly settled, the princess turned to face the eagerly waiting crowd in the audience, her voice clear and firm.

"Everyone, today this princess is setting up a competition here, not for fun, but to sincerely seek someone who can walk side by side with me. Regardless of your family background, the winner will become my consort!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was immediately in an uproar, and the blood of the people in the audience was boiling, with waves of cheers getting louder and louder.

Everyone was ready to show off their skills.

As the drumbeats sounded, a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes slowly walked onto the stage.

He held a long sword made of fine steel. He looked at the princess with burning eyes and bowed respectfully.

"I am Li Changfeng, the eldest son of the Wen'an Marquis's mansion. I have the audacity to come on stage today. I hope the princess will be generous with her advice!"

Princess Murong Hanyue smiled slightly, raised her sword lightly, and her posture was elegant and calm.

With the sound of a clear sword, the two men clashed in an instant.

Murong Hanyue's swordsmanship was light and precise, and every move was just right, making it difficult for Li Yifeng to defend himself.

After several rounds, Li Changfeng was sweating profusely. In the end, Murong Hanyue's sword killed him, forcing him to admit defeat and retreat.

Immediately afterwards, a burly, muscular man rushed onto the stage calmly and powerfully.

He held a huge butcher knife in his hand and had a heroic smile on his face.

He clasped his fists towards the princess and spoke in a loud voice.

"I am Li Meng from Li's Butcher Shop in the west of the city. I am known as 'One Knife Cutter'. I usually kill pigs. Although I am a rough man, I have also acquired some skills. Please teach me!"

The powerful butcher Li Meng, wielding a huge butcher knife, challenges the princess aggressively.

Murong Hanyue remained calm, and with a slight spin of her sword, she cleverly avoided Li Meng's powerful attack.

Afterwards, she moved nimbly, like a butterfly flying among flowers, constantly teasing Li Meng.

After several rounds, Murong Hanyue seized the opportunity and swung his sword, accurately hitting Li Meng's wrist holding the knife, and the butcher knife fell to the ground.

Although Li Meng was shocked, he also had to admire the princess's martial arts and retreated from the stage with a wry smile.

The next person to appear on the scene was a wandering martial artist. He was agile, skilled in boxing and kicking, and his attacks were fierce. He exchanged several moves with the princess.

Qin Wuhen stood at the edge of the ring, his eyes following Murong Hanyue's figure. His heart seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible force, and he experienced unprecedented torment.

His lips were tightly pursed, his hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles looked pale from excessive force, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, he seemed to be trying hard to restrain something and not let his emotions show.

Fear, anxiety, contradiction, entanglement, pain... this moment seemed particularly long to him.

It is heart-wrenching and the pain is worse than death.

Crown Prince Murong Hongche looked at Qin Wuhen, sighed softly, and then calmly winked at the guard beside him.

On the ring, Murong Hanyue flashed and appeared behind the warrior like a gust of wind. She kicked him in the vest and sent him flying off the ring.

Almost at the same time, several guards around the prince launched a surprise attack, cooperating tacitly and throwing Qin Wuhen onto the stage.

Qin Wuhen's body swayed slightly, but he quickly stabilized himself with the help of his profound internal strength, and his face showed mixed expressions.

When everyone saw a man in royal guard uniform suddenly thrown up, they were immediately in an uproar. They looked at him with curiosity and surprise, and shouted one after another.

Qin Wuhen stood on the stage, his posture upright and as steady as a mountain.

His handsome profile has clear lines, like a sculpture, sword-like eyebrows, majestic eyes, sexy thin lips, and an air of heroism that cannot be ignored.

He turned slowly and looked at Murong Hanyue with gentle eyes.

"Princess, please step aside and rest for now. I will let you handle the rest of the competition."

Although Qin Wuhen's voice was soft, it was full of tenderness, hiding his unspoken love for many years.

Murong Hanyue looked at Qin Wuhen, who seemed to want to get closer but was afraid to do so. She smiled brightly, turned around gracefully, and walked into the VIP seat.

Qin Wuhen then turned to the audience, his voice steady and powerful.

"I am Qin Wuhen, the guard of Princess Chenguang. The princess is worth a fortune and should not be tired! The princess's martial arts are far superior to mine. Anyone who wants to challenge the princess must first get past me!"

As the first challenger came on stage, Qin Wuhen quickly got into the game.

His swordsmanship was sharp yet steady, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, making it difficult for his opponents to defend themselves.

However, every time he defeated various kinds of men, the torment in his heart became more severe.

As the night deepened, the lanterns and torches surrounding the arena made the fierce scene of the competition even clearer.

Qin Wuhen stood in the center of the ring. After a whole day of fierce fighting, his clothes were already soaked with sweat, and his body was covered with a mixture of new and old scars.

The cheers and shouts from the audience were no longer as enthusiastic as they had been in the morning.

The Sixth Prince Murong Mingshuo saw another challenger being kicked off the ring and shook his head in mockery.

"This fight has lasted from dawn till dusk. Guard Qin isn't tired, but I am tired just watching. Let's end this quickly!"

He winked at Shen Moxuan in the audience, signaling him to go on stage.

Shen Moxuan, holding a slender scholar's sword, walked onto the stage gracefully and clasped his fists towards Qin Wuhen.

"Brother Qin, I am Shen Moxuan, and I am willing to compete with you."

Qin Wuhen glanced at him coldly without saying much. He just waved his sword lightly, signaling him to come over.

Shen Moxuan then stretched out his body, sword flashing, and attacked Qin Wuhen.

Qin Wuhen's swordsmanship was steady, and after a few rounds, Shen Moxuan gradually felt overwhelmed.

He was secretly anxious, and took advantage of a break in the confrontation to quietly beg Qin Wuhen for mercy.

"Brother, I'm the chosen one, please let me go!"

Qin Wuhen curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, lightly flicked his wrist with a sword, and the scholar's sword flew out of his hand.

When Shen Moxuan was looking stunned, Qin Wuhen appeared beside him like a ghost and kicked him off the stage.

The second prince Murong Xizhe looked at the sixth prince Murong Mingshuo with a sly and teasing smile.

"Sixth brother, the weak scholar you found doesn't seem to be able to withstand a fight! Let's look at my brother's selection!"

Following the signal from the second prince, the young general Li Yunxiang leaped onto the stage as nimbly as a cheetah.

He wielded a spear that gleamed with cold light, and danced with great vigor and power, drawing rounds of applause as soon as he came on stage.

"Guard Qin, I have long heard of your great name. Please teach me!"

Li Yunxiang saluted with his fists, then suddenly jumped up, and his spear turned into a silver lightning, stabbing towards Qin Wuhen like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Facing this fierce attack, Qin Wuhen's body was extremely agile, like a ghost wandering among the gun shadows.

Li Yunxiang's spear skills are superb, and Qin Wuhen's sword is flashing. The two of them fought with spears and swords, and every move was deadly. The fight was hard to determine.

Guns and swords clashed, sparks flew, and the audience watched intently, afraid to miss any exciting moment.

After a particularly violent collision, Qin Wuhen seized a fleeting opportunity, flipped his wrist, and his sword shot out like a snake out of a cave, accurately hitting Li Yunxiang's spear, knocking it out of his hand.

Li Yunxiang's face changed slightly, he gasped, and reminded in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Brother, I am the Second Prince's designated consort, I hope you will show me mercy!"