Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Qu Xuan led the group to the private room on the second floor with ease.

On the stage, the actors were singing Kunqu opera, telling the story of the king of the Great Liang Kingdom who only knew how to seek pleasure all day long and neglected state affairs, and then he was caught in a natural disaster and man-made calamity.

The people were destitute, the land was barren, and countless lives were lost.

At this time, a leader stepped forward, changed policies and promoted effective solutions, and quickly gained fame among the people. Perhaps it was a case of heaven being jealous of talent, as he was harmed by treacherous people and died young.

The nation's destiny, which had been just beginning to take shape, was once again manipulated by those with ulterior motives, and people returned to a state of utter desolation.

This opera is clearly a satire of the current state of affairs in the Chixiao Kingdom. The composer's boldness is something that even the usually reserved Qu Xuan greatly admires.

The moment this piece was played, it caused quite a stir in the capital, like a stone dropped into a calm pond.

After Emperor Yang heard about this matter, he secretly dealt with it several times. However, each time the matter was quelled, the opera would reappear in various theaters in a modified version not long afterward.

Like a spark that can never be extinguished, the people's discontent with their superiors, guided by this opera, blazed like a raging fire, almost reaching the imperial court.

Clearly, this composer has a powerful backer behind him.

Emperor Yang was furious and wanted to find and kill those who had stirred up trouble.

He ordered Crown Prince Qu Xuan to arrest people, but Qu Xuan was naturally unwilling to do such dirty and tiring work, so he pushed the matter to the weak and powerless Qu Xuan.

"Ah Zhao, tell me, what was my elder brother thinking? Sending a prince like me with no connections to investigate such a complicated case?"

Qu Xuan listened to the music with a furrowed brow, looking like she was full of bitterness and resentment. She grabbed Lu Zhao and complained about the dread of this job, while pouring herself wine from time to time. She was clearly a helpless punching bag.

"If I haven't finished by the deadline, I'll get scolded again. My father doesn't like me anyway. If I mess this up again, I'll have to go back to the South China Sea. I don't want to go back to that poor, remote place."

As soon as Lu Zhao entered the theater, he noticed that someone was following Qu Xuan. He naturally understood that his friend Qu Xuan was deliberately hiding his abilities, and began to cooperate by providing cover.

Lu Zhao slammed his hand on the table, feigning anger, and said, "This is outrageous! I'm going to settle accounts with them right now."

Although Qu Xuan was drunk, her mind was still clear. She quickly pulled Lu Zhao aside, her face still showing a timid expression, "Let's just forget it. We're just ordinary people, so let's not cause trouble for the Crown Prince!"

“You… sigh,” Lu Zhao then angrily flung his sleeves and sat down, starting to drink.

The bodyguards who were secretly following Qu Xuan noticed that in the past few days, Qu Xuan was either indulging in gambling dens and taverns or getting drunk and dying in brothels. He had a miserable and frustrated expression, but he did not make any move.

[Perhaps His Highness Qu Xuan is overthinking things.]

Thinking this, the guards gradually relaxed their surveillance of Qu Xuan and turned their attention back to the stage.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Qu Xuan quickly pulled Lu Zhao aside and began to whisper in his ear, "Lu Zhao, I think this composer is quite remarkable. If we could be fortunate enough to get to know him..."

Lu Zhao nodded, "Such an upright and righteous person is definitely the ally we are looking for."

The two were having a lively conversation in the noisy environment when suddenly another head popped up beside them.

"Is it possible that the composer you're talking about is right in front of you?" Murong Hanxi hinted mysteriously.

Qu Xuan was startled when Murong Hanxi suddenly interrupted her, and then looked at Lu Zhao for confirmation.

Lu Zhao smiled helplessly, "Sir is now my close friend, he won't leak any secrets."

Although Qu Xuan had doubts, she still chose to trust Lu Zhao. "Sir, you are so certain. Are you acquainted with this composer?"

Those who can stir up trouble in this capital city, if they can be used by us, will surely become our help in the struggle for the throne.

"Naturally," Murong Hanxi said haughtily, raising his head as if seeking praise, "we're very close!"

Qu Xuan looked delighted. "Then please introduce me to someone, sir."

After laughing, Murong Hanxi resumed his upright demeanor, waving his fan and saying mysteriously, "At three-quarters past noon tomorrow, in the dark alley of the South Tower, I will bring people there myself."

Lu Zhao was very moved by Murong Hanxi's righteousness and insisted on drinking with him to express his gratitude.

Murong Hanxi did not refuse and drank with the two of them.

After a few rounds of drinks, the two went from being strangers to being like brothers.

"Brother, Brother Lu, you are my elder brother whom I have never met before!"

"Brother Murong, with my big brother protecting you from now on, see who dares to bully you?" Lu Zhao patted Murong Hanxi's shoulder righteously, looking very heroic.

He Nianxin frowned as she looked at the two people who were completely drunk, and moved a few inches closer to Xiaoxiao. "Xiaoxiao, this place is really scary. Let's leave as soon as possible!"

He Nianxin had always been a woman confined to her home, rarely venturing far from home, and this was her first time visiting this opera house.

It's inevitable to feel a little scared.

Xiao Xiao took He Nianxin's arm and pulled her closer, saying, "It's alright, sister. Even if A Zhao is drunk, he will safely take us back to the manor."

He Nianxin pursed her lips, said nothing more, and held onto Xiaoxiao's hand tightly.

Qu Xuan looked at the two women, who were staggering from drinking, and shook his head helplessly. "Miss He, it will probably be a while before A-Zhao and Mr. Murong sober up. How about I escort you back to your residence first?"

Xiao Xiao politely declined, saying, "No need, we can just wait for A Zhao to sober up."

Lu Zhao also heard the commotion, turned his head, and swayed as he got up. "I'm not drunk. I'll take you home now."

Seeing this, Murong Hanxi also stood up, "I'll go too."

Qu Xuan chuckled, "That's a real pity, I didn't have the honor of seeing the beauty off."

"My goodness, that's your sister-in-law." As soon as Lu Zhao heard Qu Xuan's flamboyant words, he immediately stepped in to protect her.

Lu Zhao's words made Xiao Xiao blush deeply. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, Lu Zhao grinned roguishly, "We've already kissed, what else could she be but sister-in-law?"

Seeing Xiao Xiao blushing like a boiled shrimp, Lu Zhao was in a great mood and hummed a little tune as he walked toward the carriage.

Xiao Xiao blushed and followed.

Only He Nianxin remained frozen in place.

Watching the two people getting further and further away from her, He Nianxin felt a mix of emotions. It was like a pet she had raised for a long time suddenly wagging its tail and acting cute towards someone else.

Just as He Nianxin was still immersed in this indescribable sense of loss, Murong Hanxi's jealous voice came from behind her.

"We were supposed to be best buddies, but you completely forgot about us the moment you saw a woman! Lu Zhao, waaaah, you have no conscience! I didn't know to wait for us!"

Murong Hanxi, holding He Nianxin's hand, followed behind the two with snot and tears streaming down his face.

He Nianxin stared blankly at the person who was crying uncontrollably, and felt a pang of sympathy for him.

Murong Hanxi is also a pitiful person.