Kill That Transmigrator Woman - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Past Life

The royal stable grounds were fairly vast. Cui Wanwan had come here in her previous life as well. Led forward by Ling Xun, she kept turning her head, admiring the surrounding scenery and the pleasant views.

It was exactly the same as she remembered.

She recalled that there had been an extremely fierce horse in the heir’s stable. In her past life, Cui Wanwan had taken quite a liking to it—and coincidentally, Wei Qingyu also set her sights on that same red-maned wild horse.

Ling Xun had hesitated at the time. After all, he had promised it to her as a birthday gift long beforehand. But then Wei Qingyu fancied it too. So Cui Wanwan proposed a fair competition: since it was a wild horse, it would surely be hard to tame—whoever could tame it first would have it.

In the end, Cui Wanwan won.

Strangely enough, everything that Wei Qingyu set her eyes on in that lifetime, with the aid of that mysterious force known as the “system,” always ended up in her hands.

Only that red-maned wild horse defied the pattern. No matter how hard Wei Qingyu tried—face flushed with effort—she ultimately lost to Cui Wanwan.

This time, Cui Wanwan encountered the red-maned horse three years earlier than she had in her previous life.

“Wanwan, take a look. If you like one, just lead it away,” the young man lifted his chin proudly, patting his chest with confidence and assurance. “With me here, if a horse can’t be tamed, I’ll tame it for you.”

Cui Wanwan swept her gaze across the stable. Among all the horses, she immediately spotted the red-maned one that had chosen her so decisively in her memory.

The only time in her past life she had been firmly chosen—ironically, it had been by a horse.

But the very next morning, her beloved Honghong had been found dead in the stable by a groom. Her eyes had swelled from crying, and though she clearly knew who the culprit was, she had no proof—no way to accuse.

That was just the kind of person Wei Qingyu was—if she couldn’t get something, she’d destroy it.

Noticing Cui Wanwan’s gaze fixed on something, Ling Xun followed her line of sight. When he realized which horse she was looking at, his expression shifted slightly.

“Not that one, Wanwan,” Ling Xun said quickly, afraid she’d think he was being stingy, and hurried to explain. “That horse is unusual, extremely wild in nature. You’ll get hurt.”

“I want that one,” Cui Wanwan said, lips curling into a confident smile, clearly in a good mood.

“Wanwan, seriously, you can’t. I know you think it’s beautiful, but not even the best horse tamers in the capital can handle it. If not for the fact that it was a gift from General Shen, I would’ve gotten rid of it long ago,” Ling Xun went on.
“Even the grooms have to be extra cautious just feeding it, afraid they’ll get injured if they let their guard down for even a moment.”

But Cui Wanwan didn’t care one bit about his long-winded explanations. She stepped straight into the stable and walked directly toward the red-maned horse.

Ling Xun was utterly startled by her bold move. His precious Wanwan—gentle, delicate, and only just recovered from her recent fall into the water—what if she got hurt again?

He hurriedly chased after her, calling out anxiously, “Wanwan! Be careful! Don’t—”

The rest of his words got stuck in his throat as the young man froze in place, stunned by the sight before him, eyes wide with disbelief.

The “temperamental” steed was now calmly standing under Cui Wanwan’s gentle touch, so docile that it was hard to believe it was ever called a wild horse.

“Huh?” Ling Xun came closer, utterly baffled, and reached out to pet it as well.

But before his hand could touch it, the horse suddenly lashed out—rearing up and slamming its head into his chest with force.

Ling Xun was knocked over, landing hard on the ground. He clutched his aching chest, grimacing. “Wanwan, run! This beast—”

Again, the words caught in his throat.

Staring at the red-maned horse that now stood obediently beside Cui Wanwan, Ling Xun felt like his eyes must be playing tricks on him.

If it weren’t for the dull, aching pain in his chest, he would’ve thought the whole thing had been a dream.

“Let’s go. Weren’t you going to teach me how to ride?” Cui Wanwan said as she led the red-maned horse out of the stable.

“Honghong—from now on, your name is Honghong.” Cui Wanwan smiled, her eyes curved like crescent moons as she gently stroked its neck.

Honghong seemed quite pleased with the name, affectionately rubbing its head against her palm.

Ling Xun, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded by the scene.

He had always harbored a bit of fear toward this fierce horse, so instead of teaching her hand-in-hand, he decided to demonstrate first.

But Cui Wanwan only needed to watch once before swinging herself onto the horse and riding it with flawless ease, galloping around the grassy field in smooth, confident circles.

“Wanwan, your talent is amazing—no wonder everyone says you’re exceptionally bright,” Ling Xun praised, gripping the reins as he hurried to catch up with her.

What he didn’t know was that it wasn’t Cui Wanwan’s natural brilliance—but the fact that she had already lived two lifetimes.

Horseback riding was something she had already learned in her past life.

It had been her older brother, Cui Heng, who had personally taught her.

Thinking of her brother led her thoughts to some unpleasant memories. With a sudden motion of her legs, Honghong shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

The girl let her emotions pour out freely, riding faster and faster until she galloped out of the training field and headed toward the back mountain.

Ling Xun quickly followed, but there was no competing with Honghong’s speed. By the time he caught up to her with great effort, what he saw was Cui Wanwan—radiant, proud, and confident—shining brilliantly in the mountain wilds.

The profile of the girl looked like a priceless gem carved by the heavens themselves—stunning beyond words.

The lively young girl tilted her head back, gazing up at the azure sky above, smiling. But as she smiled, a glimmer of tears appeared at the corners of her eyes.

It was a side of Cui Wanwan that Ling Xun had never seen before—and for a brief moment, the young man’s heart trembled deeply.

Many years later, when the boy had grown into a youth and then stepped into middle age, every time he recalled this moment, it felt as vivid as if it had happened just yesterday. Even on his deathbed, he could never forget this scene.

She stood beneath the sunlight, freely and unrestrainedly venting her emotions. Her breathtaking beauty and liveliness seemed to make the very air in the wilderness fresher and more vibrant.

Cui Wanwan casually wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She didn’t know how Wei Qingyu had made so many men fall for her—become utterly obsessed with her alone.

But she had her own methods.

“Ling Xun,” the girl turned her head, smiling sweetly at the boy, “what’s with that look in your eyes? Why are you staring at me like that?”

Before Ling Xun could reply, her gaze turned sly as she deliberately teased him:
“Young master, could it be that you’ve fallen for me?”

Like a stone stirring up a thousand ripples, Ling Xun’s body jerked, and in the next instant, his face flushed completely red from top to bottom. He bowed his head, not daring to look at her.
“You… what nonsense are you saying? A proper young lady, aren’t you ashamed?”

With that, the boy turned and fled, not daring to look back even once.

As she watched his figure fade into the distance, the mischievous glint on Cui Wanwan’s face vanished without a trace, replaced by a calmness—and a cold indifference.

The boy knew nothing of sorrow, nor did he understand what love truly was. Just a little teasing, and he’d gone bright red in the face.

No doubt, Ling Xun’s heart was pounding furiously at that very moment.

Cui Wanwan raised a hand and brushed her fingers through her black hair, lips curving slightly.
She really was a wicked woman.

She would walk the path of malice to the very end.

Ling Xun, you should also taste what it’s like to be abandoned, ignored, and forgotten.

“If only things between us could stay like this forever… how wonderful that would be.”
Her thoughts drifted away again, back to that long-lost, dreamlike lifetime.

Don’t be fooled by how close they were now. Once Wei Qingyu appeared, Ling Xun would grow distant eventually even disgusted by her presence.

He would slap her in public for Wei Qingyu’s sake, making her lose all face;
He would insult her as ruthless and unscrupulous after Wei Qingyu deliberately fell into the water, saying he regretted ever knowing her;
He would believe the maid Fuqu’s claims during Wei Qingyu’s fake illness, thinking she poisoned her out of jealousy and with his own hand, drive a sword into her chest.

From beginning to end, he never listened to a single word of her defense. In his heart, there was not even a shred of trust for her.

Childhood companions, driven to bitter hatred by another woman. He even said, if he ever saw her again, he would kill her.

Cui Wanwan closed her eyes, not allowing the fury and sorrow to spill out.

She had long made up her mind. Even if she couldn’t rewrite this absurd and tragic life, she would walk a blood-stained path to the very end.

If it meant harming herself to hurt the enemy more, then so be it. She would make sure those who made her suffer tasted true pain.