Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

A uniform group of dark-skinned attendants slowly drove around the carriage down the street. Compared to the noise of the street, the carriage was unusually quiet. The two, who usually argued fiercely whenever they met, were unusually well-behaved today.

"Ever since that neighbor threw the young master's wet trousers into Miss He's courtyard, those two haven't been this quiet," Gong Zhe recalled.

"It's been five years, hasn't it? Every time these two meet since then, they either argue or fight. Even dogs avoid them." The old guard shook his head. He just couldn't understand it. They grew up together and had a close relationship, so why did these two treat other people so differently?

One threw the other woman's trousers into the courtyard of a girl he was on good terms with, while the other went even further, posting the woman's love poems at the entrance of her academy.

Gong Zhe felt a headache coming on just thinking about it. [My young master always acts so respectable in front of others, how come he becomes so sharp-tongued and sarcastic when he's with Xiao Xiao?]

The man in front of the car window, with his sharp eyebrows and piercing eyes, stood out so much from the frail-looking scholar on the street that he attracted the attention of many young women who stopped to stare.

The man leaned lazily against the window, his chin resting on one hand. His posture was upright, slender and well-proportioned. Even just his profile was the dream man of countless girls.

Xiao Xiao was engrossed in watching when Lu Zhao's thoughts reached her ears again: "It's been so long, she probably isn't looking at me anymore. I'll just sneak a peek."

Xiao Xiao keenly noticed that the man's eyes shifted slightly as he casually and quietly untied the butterfly-shaped sash that the original owner had spent half a day tying, and casually placed it behind his back.

Lu Zhao raised an eyebrow and stole a glance at the little woman hiding in the corner.

She was huddled in a corner, tears still streaming down her face, ruining her pale makeup and revealing her natural pinkish-white complexion.

Lu Zhao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and continued to look straight ahead at the scenery outside the car until he saw the dazzling white light at the entrance of the academy.

This is bad luck!

Murong Hanxi was surrounded by a group of young girls at the entrance of the academy. Even on a crowded street, Murong Hanxi stood out from the crowd.

[Ha, he's only about a tenth as handsome as me. I don't know how He Xiaoxiao can be so blind.]

In terms of looks, Lu Zhao is indeed superior to Murong Hanxi.

However, the ruler of Chixiao Kingdom valued literature over military affairs. As Lu Zhao also came from a military family, his attitude towards He Xiaoxiao, who was also a woman, was so rude that it made some girls who admired him hesitate.

Lu Zhao's eyes sharpened. He lowered the carriage curtain and said coldly to Xiao Xiao, who was standing there in a daze, "We've already arrived at the academy, what are you still doing lingering in my carriage?"

The woman opposite seemed startled by her own voice, flinched for a moment, and then slowly got up.

Perhaps it was because I had been sitting for too long and my legs were weak, plus I was wearing an unfamiliar Confucian skirt, I stumbled and almost fell.

He thought he was going to make close contact with the ground, but unexpectedly, Lu Zhao hugged him around the waist.

He still vividly remembered the milky scent of the women he used to fight with, but now it had been replaced by a pungent, powdery fragrance, which made Lu Zhao frown deeply.

Perhaps he was still too good at wearing the scholar's skirt, because the belt around the little woman in his arms was not tied properly, and it was still swinging empty behind him, with the pink bodice inside the skirt faintly visible.

Just as the ambiguous atmosphere reached its peak, Gong Zhe's voice came from the car door, "Your Highness, Mr. Murong has arrived."

[Luckily I arrived in time. I knew it! How could those two sworn enemies be so quiet? They were practically fighting!]

Xiao Xiao, recalling the strange voices she'd heard earlier, asked Yao Yao, confused, "Wasn't it supposed to be a mind-reading technique? How come I can hear other people's voices?"

[Yaoyao: Um... Originally, you could only hear Lu Zhao, but I don't know if it's a system error, but you can hear the thoughts of everyone in this world. You could call that a cheat code!]

It was thought that such intimate contact would make Lu Zhao's long-standing crush burst forth, but unexpectedly, Murong Hanxi's sudden appearance had the opposite effect.

Lu Zhao quickly released his grip on Xiao Xiao, "What are you wearing? It's neither male nor female, it's hideous."

Murong Hanxi had just come out of the academy when he saw the Lu family carriage parked at the gate. Since he was stuck with the entanglement and couldn't get away, he was naturally invited over by Gong Zhe.

When he saw Xiao Xiao being thrown out of the carriage by Lu Zhao, a hint of surprise flashed across his usually cold face.

[Isn't He Xiaoxiao and Lu Zhao mortal enemies? How come they're together again? Could the information from the Dark Pavilion be false?]

Murong Hanxi stepped forward to help Xiao Xiao, who had fallen to the ground, up. "Miss He, are you alright?"

The man's tone softened, and his eyes filled with concern. Even the indifference and calculation in his eyes just now seemed to be Xiaoxiao's illusion.

No wonder he's such a ruthless character who endures humiliation and hardship. In terms of cunning, neither the original owner nor Lu Zhao could match Murong Hanxi.