Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

The group of people, each lost in their own thoughts, arrived at the gate of the He residence in silence.

After watching Xiao Xiao and He Nianxin enter the mansion, Lu Zhao caught a glimpse of Qu Xuan sitting leisurely to one side. He quickly lowered the carriage curtain, strode over to Qu Xuan's side, and noticed the several wounds on Qu Xuan's body. His expression turned serious. "You... you've been exposed?"

Qu Xuan touched the token in her arms, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "My stupid brothers won't realize it so soon."

"Then why are you being hunted down by the Dark Pavilion?"

"It must be because of this southward transfer that I unfortunately touched the power held by a few powerful families," Qu Xuan replied after a moment of careful recollection.

Qu Xuan's face showed no extra expression, as if these matters concerning his life and death were nothing more than ordinary, trivial things.

“You are a prince, and they are just subjects. Their current power was given to them by His Majesty. How dare they?” Lu Zhao was both shocked and angry. Although he had some doubts, seeing Qu Xuan’s indifferent appearance, he felt that these young nobles were extremely hypocritical.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain. Even someone as talented as my second brother couldn't escape unscathed during the struggle for the throne, let alone a prince like me who has no one to rely on?" Qu Xuan said with a self-deprecating smile and a hint of sarcasm.

When Qu Xuan mentioned his second brother, Lu Zhao's heart ached as well.

Qu Xi, a prodigy, the eldest son of the deceased empress, and the fearsome General Zheng Yuan who struck fear into the hearts of the northern barbarians, was sentenced to death in prison simply because of a divination ominous star.

Along with this, several prominent generals from noble families who had fought and bled for the country were either demoted or killed.

For a time, everyone was in danger. In the years that followed, the men of Chixiao Kingdom gradually turned into effeminate swallows who spent their days scheming and plotting, no longer resembling the majestic eagles they once were.

Lu Zhao's expression also turned serious. "So what are your plans now?"

"Now that Father Emperor is old and obsessed with seeking immortality, the court is so corrupt," Qu Xuan said with a somber expression. "This world is no longer what Second Brother once hoped for. If we don't take action now, more people will suffer."

As one of the few military families, the Lu and He families had no choice but to learn these elaborate rituals in order to survive.

Because of his impetuous birth, Lu Zhao was often ridiculed by those self-proclaimed refined young masters in the academy.

Lu Zhao and Qu Xuan met during a hunt. They both admired each other's talent and felt sorry for each other's difficult situation in the capital.

Talented people always appreciate each other's friendships, and the two quickly became close friends who could talk about anything. Even after Qu Xuan was exiled to the coast, the two continued to correspond.

Lu Zhao had always known that Qu Xuan was a very thoughtful person, a ruthless character who could endure humiliation and hardship, and living in a poor and impoverished place. If he succeeded in seizing the throne, he would definitely be a good ruler.

His gaze hardened as he looked at Qu Xuan. "How do you want me to help you?"

"I've just returned to Kyoto, and it's not advisable for me to reveal my strength yet. We shouldn't have too much interaction for now," Qu Xuan analyzed, frowning.

Lu Zhao nodded, agreeing with Qu Xuan's opinion.

The two plotted for a while in the dark alley before Lu Zhao took advantage of the night to send Qu Xuan into the Prince's mansion through the back door.

The next morning, Lu Zhao continued to go to the military camp to invigilate the soldiers as planned.

Lu Zhao, who was staring sternly at the crowd wielding military batons, was surprised to hear Xiao Xiao's voice. "What are you doing here?"

Xiao Xiao, blushing, shyly handed the food box to Lu Zhao, saying, "This is something my father asked me to bring back for you from the market."

[For me?]

Lu Zhao took the food box and opened it. Inside was his favorite peach blossom cake. He touched the food box; it was still warm, so it was obviously freshly bought.

Lu Zhao's fingers seemed to be casually touching the food box. His half-closed eyes stared at Xiao Xiao with a slightly scrutinizing gaze. "The peach blossom cakes from Zuifeng Tower are so hard to buy. You can't get them without making an appointment three to five days in advance."

Xiao Xiao's smile vanished instantly when Lu Zhao exposed her so ruthlessly. She angrily reached out to snatch the food box, saying, "Give it back if you're not going to eat it."

Lu Zhao grabbed the food box and lifted it over his head, grinning wickedly. "Once something is given away, there's no reason to take it back. If you give it to me, it's mine."

"You..." Xiao Xiao stomped her feet in anger, but she was helpless against Lu Zhao, who was a head taller than her.

Lu Zhao looked down at Xiao Xiao, who was up to his chest. Yesterday, the car interior was dimly lit, so he hadn't been able to see the love lock clearly, but now he could see it clearly again.

Even the red marks left by the love lock ropes are clearly visible in the sunlight.

This love lock looks quite old; the paint has chipped off in several places, and even the red marks left by the lock have long since scabbed over.

Lu Zhao's heart tightened, and an idea was about to come to mind. Just as he was about to ask, a soldier came to report that Murong Hanxi was requesting an audience.

Why is Murong Hanxi always so persistent?