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

Liu Qianyu looked up and saw a woman in a gorgeous dress looking at her provocatively. This person was her rival, Zhao Waner, who had always been jealous of her. I didn't expect that the angry words I said yesterday were heard by so many people. What a sin.

Liu Qianyu smiled slightly, not taking it seriously, "Miss Zhao, you are joking. It was just a joke yesterday. There is no need to lie about my feelings for Brother Lingxiao. We are childhood sweethearts and have a deep connection."

Zhao Wan'er looked at Ye Lingxiao and deliberately raised her voice and said, "Prince Lingxiao, what do you think?" Her words were full of provocation and expectation. It was as if she had foreseen that Ye Lingxiao would stand on her side. Everyone knew that this pair of childhood sweethearts had already broken up.

"There are so many people who have romances with me, so there is no way I'd have to suffer from any emotional pain." He said with a playful smile on his face.

"Prince Lingxiao is indeed a romantic and suave man with countless beauties. He can walk among thousands of flowers without getting a single leaf on him." Another familiar young master teased, which attracted other young masters to pursue Ye Lingxiao.

Liu Qianyu secretly laughed in her heart, you just keep talking stubbornly.

Liu Qianyu lifted her skirt slightly and walked slowly to the center of the venue. Her eyes met Ye Lingxiao's inadvertently. She then picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, slowly writing on the paper:

"The peach blossoms smile in the spring breeze, but you are as romantic as the waves. Don't say that you are unfeeling and no one knows that you are a playboy, and your name is known throughout Kyoto."

As soon as her poem came out, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Everyone was shocked by her talent, and at the same time, they cast complicated glances at Ye Lingxiao.

Liu Qianyu raised a faint smile and looked at Ye Lingxiao provocatively, as if to say, "Let's see how you respond."

Seeing this, Ye Lingxiao's lips curled up with a playful smile. He slowly stood up, walked to Liu Qianyu's side, picked up the pen and added his own response next to her poem:

"We talked about heroes over plum wine, but who would have thought that we would become strangers today. You are a beautiful woman but you are troublesome, and you deserve the title of Miss Troublemaker."

After Ye Lingxiao finished writing, he turned to look at Liu Qianyu, only to see her smiling at him with her eyebrows curved and her eyes sparkling, captivating. He was unconsciously dazzled by her smile and smiled at her as well.

Liu Qianyu's lips pursed red as she opened them, "Brother is so talented in writing. I admire him."

Her voice was gentle and sweet, and the word "brother" made Ye Lingxiao's heart tremble. Since the two of them became estranged, Liu Qianyu had not called him that for a long time.

He just felt that his heartbeat had accelerated to the extreme.

"You..." Ye Lingxiao couldn't say anything, turned around and fled, "It's boring, Xibao, go back home."

When everyone saw this, they began to whisper and talk among themselves, all of them puzzled about the current relationship between these once close childhood sweethearts.

"What happened to them? Weren't they fine before?"

"Have these two, the envied golden couple in the capital, become enemies now?"

"This Miss Liu wrote a poem saying that the prince is a heartless and romantic playboy. The prince said that Miss Liu is a nosy and troublesome lady. It seems that they are using poetry to mock each other, but why do I feel that there is an indescribable tacit understanding and affection between them?"

"Have these two childhood sweethearts completely broken up, or are they just a couple having a love affair?"

Liu Qianyu ignored everyone's comments and smiled smugly, "Jiangxue, Biyao, let's go back home too."

Ye Lingxiao fled from the poetry reading, his heart pounding like a drum along the way, with Liu Qianyu's smile and that gentle "brother" repeatedly echoing in his mind.

When I returned home, I felt uneasy, as if thousands of deer were running around in my chest.

He walked straight back to the study.

In the study, an exquisite scroll was quietly hanging on the wall. It was a portrait of Liu Qianyu that he had drawn.

The woman in the painting has a charming smile and beautiful eyes, which overlaps with the provocative yet tender figure at the poetry meeting just now.

Ye Lingxiao slowly approached, gently stroked the portrait, and whispered, "Ancestor, are you trying to kill me?"

His tone was filled with helplessness, doting, and more of annoyance at his own loss of composure.

"Prince, are you okay?" Xibao's anxious voice came from outside the door.

Ye Lingxiao collected his thoughts and said calmly, "It's okay, come in."

Xi Bao pushed the door open and walked in. "Prince, Bi Yao doesn't know why Miss Liu is so sad today. The secret guards haven't found any clues either. They guessed that it might be related to what was discussed in Liu's father's study. Miss Liu came out crying that day, but we haven't found out yet."

Upon hearing this, Ye Lingxiao frowned, with a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, "Tell Bi Yao and the secret guards to keep a close eye on her and don't let anyone bully her."

Xi Bao quickly agreed and walked out the door.

On the other side, Liu Qianyu brought Jiangxue and Biyao back to the mansion. As soon as they stepped into the mansion, they ran into their half sister who had just returned from a poetry meeting.

Seeing Liu Qianyu's aloof look of indifference towards her, Liu Ruolan's jealousy intensified, "Hey, isn't this our capital's most talented woman? Why, you were so glorious at the poetry meeting, but now you're showing off to your sister after coming back?"

Liu Qianyu stopped and looked at Liu Ruolan with a cold gaze. She was pretty and charming, with a pair of large and bright almond-shaped eyes, but she looked mean because of jealousy. Her skin was fair, but it was slightly red because of anger, which made her look more delicate. Unfortunately, this delicateness did not make her look gentle, but instead revealed a sense of arrogance.

"What you said is wrong, my illegitimate sister. When have I ever shown my displeasure to you? But my illegitimate sister seems to be in a bad mood. Could it be that no one paid attention to her at the poetry gathering and she is jealous?"

Liu Ruolan's thoughts were exposed directly, and her face turned pale, "Don't be so proud! Don't think that you can change anything just because you are in the spotlight today!"

Liu Qianyu stopped and looked at Liu Ruolan coldly.

She raised her hand and slapped Liu Ruolan in the face with a crisp slap. Her voice was cold and cold, "This slap is to teach you the difference between the superior and the inferior!"

Liu Ruolan covered her face with her hands, her eyes full of disbelief and anger.

She covered her red face with a look of disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes, "Sister, how dare you hit me? Don't forget, my aunt is the one who runs the family now."

"Biyao, slap your face."

The coldness in Liu Qianyu's tone was accompanied by a hint of murderous intent, which made Liu Ruolan feel a chill on her back.

Liu Ruolan's eyes became uneasy at this moment. Is this still the eldest sister who has always been controlled by her mother?

Bi Yao was an expert in martial arts, so she strode forward and slapped Liu Ruolan left and right, one slap after another, making her face quickly become red and swollen.

The burning pain made Liu Ruolan scream and cry for mercy, "Sister, I was wrong, please stop hitting me."

"Stop." Aunt Lin came over after hearing the sound.

She was wearing a light lilac dress, which looked plain but could not hide her romantic charm. She was about 37 years old, with a soft face and a bit of weakness between her eyebrows, as if she could be blown down by a gust of wind, but in fact she was a woman with deep thoughts and ruthless means.