Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Xiao Xiao returned to her room, collapsed onto the large bed, utterly exhausted, and let out a soft sigh.

Looking at the luxurious tent above the bed, he felt a little helpless, thinking that he had been like a headless fly these past few days, constantly following behind Lesenba and trying to make his presence known.

Not only did Klesonsba not fall in love with her, but she also wanted to get engaged to Miss Alfred of the Adrian family, the number one magical family in their country.

If the approach of using Lesenberg doesn't work, could we start with Alfred?

Suddenly, Xiaoxiao thought of something, immediately sat up, rushed to her desk, and began to write furiously.

Before long, Xiao Xiao summoned Chekhov Peter, the chief steward of the palace.

"Could you deliver my letter to Mr. Thomas of the Red family?" Chekhov asked Xiaoxiao repeatedly.

After receiving Xiaoxiao's affirmative reply, he was somewhat incredulous, but as the royal steward for many years, he quickly regained his composure and respectfully withdrew.

In the original text, Alfred Petty had a secret crush on Thomas.

If I were to arrange a meeting with Thomas and then let Alfred accidentally witness his prince charming being affectionate with another woman, would he then abandon Lersenba, thus giving me an opportunity to take advantage of him?

At the residence of Count Red in Kyoto.

At that moment, Thomas was talking to Lesenba about the sudden zombie transformation of the Giovanni tribe in the north.

The Giovanni are a lower-ranking vampire clan than the Norfell clan to which Lesenba belongs.

Most of the Giovanni tribesmen also maintain their original appearance, all of them with ferocious looks, their faces blue and their teeth fangs, and their need for blood is based on primal instincts.

"The ability to manipulate such a large horde of corpses doesn't seem to be an internal problem of the Giovanni Clan." Lesenba's handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked at the military report in his hand, his expression serious.

Thomas, standing to the side, rested his chin on his right hand, his expression grave: "It seems to be the work of the Jimi Chi tribe. Could it be... dark magic?"

Lesenba was about to speak

There was a knock on the door.

Lesenba looked warily at the doorway, exchanged a glance with Thomas, who nodded and opened the door a crack.

Outside the door stood Thomas's personal bodyguard, Edward Corder, who held a letter in his left hand and said very respectfully, "Your Excellency, this is a letter from the palace!"

"A letter from the palace?" Thomas raised an eyebrow, glanced at the Lesenba on the table, and his expression darkened slightly. "Whose?"

“Your Highness Princess Rosalind!” Edward bowed his head and handed the letter to Thomas.

Rosalind Xiaoxiao?

Thomas vaguely remembered this little girl; wasn't she the princess from the neighboring country who followed Lesenba around all day, wanting to be his fiancée?

Why would she write to me?

Thomas took the letter with a puzzled look in his eyes, quickly glanced at the brand on it—it really was Xiaoxiao's—and then closed the door.

Thomas walked up to Lesenba, pointed to the letter, and said, "Does anyone know you're with me?"

Seeing Lesenba shake his head, Thomas's expression darkened even more.

Seeing Thomas's serious expression, Lesenba's own expression turned serious as well, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

Thomas handed the letter to Lesenba and said, "Even a princess from another country knows your whereabouts. It seems you still have spies around you that haven't been dealt with properly!"

When Lesenba saw the letter, he was taken aback. When he saw that it was addressed to Thomas, he first breathed a sigh of relief, then felt a strange unease and frowned, saying, "It's not for me, it's for you!"

"For me?" Thomas didn't believe it. He took the letter and looked at it carefully again. When he found that it was indeed his, his expression softened a bit. Then he glanced at Lesenba's expression and found that it was still that eternally indifferent face, without a single flaw.

A tempting thought arose in his heart, and he sat down opposite Lesenba. In front of Lesenba, he opened the letter openly and read it aloud with great expression:

“My dear Earl Red, oh, it’s my lovely little princess calling me, my dear.” She raised an eyebrow at Lesenba, only to find that the other party remained unmoved.

Thomas smiled and said, "I recently planted some blood roses in the back garden. I heard that you are very knowledgeable about this. I wonder if you could give me some guidance? I have many questions I would like to ask you in person about how to grow blood roses!"

"Her Highness the little princess wants to be alone with me to ask about something as trivial as how to grow Crimson Roses~"

Thomas even emphasized the word "alone" to see how Lesenba would react.

However, Lesenba remained calm and composed, rendering Thomas's provocations ineffective, like hitting a soft cotton ball.

Just as Thomas was losing interest and was about to toss the letter aside, Lersenba spoke up: "The princess wrote you a letter, even if you can't go, shouldn't you reply?"

Upon hearing Lesenba's words, Thomas's eyes widened as if he had seen the sun rise in the west. "Did I hear that right? Lesenba, you actually want me to reply? When did you become so gentlemanly? I remember you made quite a few noble ladies cry because of your habit of not replying to letters!"

Lesenba glanced at Thomas with a sidelong look, his gaze as cold as ice, instantly silencing Thomas. "I'm not that beastly; I wouldn't ignore a little girl's letter!"

Thomas?!

Lersenba said that I'm a beast for not replying to his letter?

Is this reasonable?