Chapter 4: Soul Transmigration into Ruomeng

004 Soul Transmigration Like a Dream

It feels so terrible. Why does it feel like I can't breathe? I can't muster even a shred of strength in my limbs...

Wu Yue struggled with all her might, trying to escape this sensation of having nothing to push against, only to find herself sinking even deeper.

Is this what death feels like?

To think that after working as a special agent for over twenty years, she would ultimately die at the hands of the person she trusted most. For No. 1 agent Wu Yue, who was skilled at seeing through the human heart, this was nothing short of the ultimate irony!

It feels so terrible. Why do I still need to breathe even though I'm dead!

Instinctively, Wu Yue extended her limbs, performing a perfect butterfly stroke. However, after rising only a few feet and catching a faint glimpse of blue, she used every ounce of her strength to sink back beneath the water.

"That fool doesn't seem to be dead yet!" The lake water was clear to the bottom, so Murong Yue's movements naturally fell into the eyes of the people on the shore. Murong Shuang lightly tugged at Murong Xue's sleeve and whispered.

"No rush!" Murong Xue responded softly. Although today's events were unexpected, they were even more perfect. If this fool drowned, then Father would surely let her take Murong Yue's place and marry Yelu Feng. When that time came...

Thinking of this, Murong Xue feigned urgency and said, "Oh dear, what should we do? It seems my sister doesn't know how to swim. If something happens, what will we do!"

Forcing out two tears, Murong Xue turned to look at Yelu Feng with an excessively delicate expression, looking utterly worried and like a pear blossom in the rain.

Looking at the deep sisterly affection she was so desperately trying to perform, Yelu Feng gave a cold laugh. "If Eldest Miss Murong is so worried, why don't you go down and pull her up!" So much time had passed, and she only started acting now; didn't she think this was far too clumsy?

"This..." Murong Xue's delicate expression froze. If she went down, wouldn't she end up dying alongside that fool! Although she was frustrated in her heart, she didn't dare ask Yelu Feng or Nalan Ye to go down and save her. If they actually went down to rescue her, wouldn't it ruin her plans!

"Gurgle..." Hearing the commotion on the shore, Wu Yue, who could no longer muster any energy, cursed fiercely in her heart and helplessly allowed her body to sink lower and lower.

"Splash! Splash! Splash!" Just then, Wu Yue vaguely saw a figure stepping across the water from the opposite shore. The person reached out, grabbed her by the collar, and then rushed back toward the opposite bank.

As soon as they reached the shore, the man dressed in guard's attire threw her onto the ground without a hint of pity, then turned and left without pausing.

"Cough, cough cough!" Wu Yue forced herself to lift her head, wanting to look at the person who had saved her. But the moment she raised her eyes, her gaze froze. She even forgot to cough, staring blankly with her mouth open at the ethereal back of the person in green who was following the guard.

The sunlight shone through from in front of that ethereal figure, gilding the silhouette with a layer of gold. The autumn wind blew, swirling a green sleeve, and a few fallen leaves tumbled past the figure's shoulders without leaving a speck of dust upon him. They tumbled and fell onto the lake surface beside the person in green, reflecting mottled leaf shadows, drifting and swaying against the green attire, painting a poetic scene like an early autumn ink wash painting crafted by the hands of a god.

So beautiful...

"Cough, cough, cough cough cough!" Only after that figure disappeared behind the winding shadows of the trees did Wu Yue finally snap out of it, coughing violently in an attempt to expel the water that had been swallowed into her chest.