Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

"My Lord, your injuries haven't fully healed yet. You can postpone training the soldiers for a few more days until you're fully recovered." Mo Feng held up his outer robe, reluctant to give it to Mu Qingyun.

Mu Qingyun reached out to take it, but couldn't. "Give it to me."

When Ling Xiao brought in the medicine, she saw the two people facing off. "What's wrong?"

Upon seeing Ling Xiao arrive, Mo Feng immediately asked Ling Xiao to help him persuade Mu Qingyun, since Ling Xiao was so fond of his god and would certainly not want Mu Qingyun's injuries to worsen.

"Fairy Lingxiao, please help me persuade the High God. He is already badly injured and is still bleeding, yet he still wants to go to the training ground."

Ling Xiao knew that Mu Qingyun's injury was caused by Xue Ji's sneak attack, and it was indeed quite serious. Moreover, the wound was in a very tricky location, and it would bleed if she moved even slightly.

However, Si Chun should have already treated the injury quite well, so why is it still bleeding?

Ling Xiao put down the medicine bowl and went to check. Sure enough, the wound was still bleeding. "How could this be?"

Mo Feng complained angrily, "It's all because of that Si Chun. If she hadn't insisted on picking those few broken spirit herbs to sell for money, the God wouldn't have reopened his wound."

"Spiritual herbs?" Ling Xiaozai thought carefully for a moment. Could it be that she remembered the plot wrong? Why didn't she remember this scene in the original text?

But given Mu Qingyun's grateful nature, she would certainly do it without hesitation.

But now that Mu Qingyun is in such a sickly state, how can she possibly continue the tragic love story with Si Chun?

Ling Xiao was anxious, but her face showed a mixture of worry and helplessness as she handed the bowl to Mu Qingyun, saying, "Drink it."

Mu Qingyun took the medicine bowl, glanced at Ling Xiao, and remained silent.

Ling Xiao smiled wryly, coaxing Mu Qingyun like a sullen child, "If you drink the medicine, I'll let you go to the training ground."

As soon as Ling Xiao finished speaking, Mu Qingyun drank the medicine in one gulp without hesitation, snatched the long robe from Mo Feng's hand, and said, "Let's go."

"Wait!" Ling Xiao suddenly called out to Mu Qingyun.

Mu Qingyun stopped and turned her back to Ling Xiao, waiting for him to continue.

Mu Qingyun thought Ling Xiao would be like everyone else, going back on his word or making demands, but to her surprise, Ling Xiao held up a candy pill and smiled at her, saying, "Eat this candy, and the medicine won't be bitter."

Mu Qingyun stared at the sugar pill in Ling Xiao's hand. It was as red as blood and clearly made from the finest cane sugar.

She really is treating me like a three-year-old!

Mu Qingyun had intended to refuse, but when she looked down and saw the woman's expectant face, her heart sank, and she inexplicably lowered her head and bit into the sugar pill.

The sugar pills melt in your mouth, sweet but not cloying, quickly removing any bitterness.

Mu Qingyun knew that Ling Xiao was a good cook. Just like the first time she drank tea brewed by Ling Xiao herself, even though she knew it was good, she was still amazed by Ling Xiao's skills.

Such sincere sincerity doesn't seem like something that could be faked.

Mu Qingyun stared at Ling Xiao for a long while, until a blush crept onto Ling Xiao's cheeks, before she softly thanked her, put on her outer robe, and quickly left.

Ling Xiao only came to her senses after Mu Qingyun left, staring blankly at the fingertips that had just touched Mu Qingyun's lips. [What's going on? Mu Qingyun didn't refuse the candy pill I gave her?]

Seeing Mu Qingyun turn her head without looking back, Mo Feng felt anxious and helpless. When would his god learn to cherish his body?

"Why doesn't the fairy advise the god? If he continues to be so willful, he will harm his health sooner or later."

It wasn't me who could persuade Mu Qingyun. Honest advice is hard to swallow, and my persona as a favored wife wouldn't allow it. It would be strange if Mu Qingyun listened to me.

Didn't Ling Xiao try to persuade him in the original text? Was it useful? It only annoyed him. So Ling Xiao didn't waste his efforts. Since Mu Qingyun wanted to go, he let him go!

Otherwise, the plot can't proceed.

Although there are a few differences in the plot, it is generally correct. I just need to put in a little more effort and I can succeed.

Ling Xiao thought to herself, but she had to put on a pained and sad face. "Since I can't persuade him, I'll just let him be! At worst, I'll ask Ji Xuan to prescribe a few more doses of medicine for him."

The woman was born with a cool and aloof demeanor, and now, burdened by the bitterness of unrequited love, she made everyone feel her pain.

Mo Feng dared not look up at those bitter eyes, afraid that he would not be able to help but stand up for her.

The High Goddess Qingyun was averse to this, so Mo Feng dared not offend her again. He simply bowed his head and clasped his hands, saying, "Mo Feng thanks the fairy on behalf of the High God."

Ling Xiao watched Mu Qingyun's departing figure, smiled faintly and nodded, "Go."

[Mu Qingyun's journey to the training grounds inevitably involves passing by Si Chun's Phoenix Palace, after which there's basically nothing else to do!]

Ling Xiao stared at the spot where the two had disappeared, and laughed out loud, "[Wonderful vacation, here I come!]"

Ling Xiao's tears streamed down her face, falling with her laughter. Seeing this made Han Xiang feel pain all over. "Fairy, you haven't slept for several days and nights. Let's go back and rest."

Ling Xiao laughed so hard he hurt his back. Coupled with having stayed up for several nights in a row, he was unsteady on his feet. After being gently supported by Han Xiang for a short while, he ended up leaning against her.

The woman, slender and delicate, leaned closer, causing Hanxiang to tremble. She looked up at Ling Xiao's weary face, and a suffocating sorrow gripped Hanxiang's neck tightly.

Hanxiang didn't know how to comfort the person in front of her. Hanxiang wanted her to succeed so that she could prove to them that hearts could be warmed; but Hanxiang also wanted her to fail, because hundreds of years of solitary waiting were meaningless.

Hanxiang opened her mouth, but said nothing. She simply held Ling Xiao's hand even more gently.

Until they returned to Xihe Palace, where Ling Xiao lived.

"Fairy, please rest well. Leave everything else to me!" Hanxiang helped Lingxiao to bed and covered her with the quilt.

Originally, Chaolu Palace did not have a formal mistress. All matters, big and small, were handled by Hanxiang. Now that Lingxiao is the future mistress, it is naturally entrusted to Lingxiao to handle these matters. This handling has lasted for three hundred years.

Hanxiang suddenly offered to share the burden today, probably to take the opportunity to curry favor and gain favor.

In the morning, Hanxiang accidentally bumped into Jingxin from Phoenix Palace. Seeing that she looked flustered, she asked her a few more questions, "What's wrong? You look like you've lost your soul."

Jingxin looked around and quickly pulled her to a corner. "Something terrible has happened! That new girl ruined the mulberry tree that the deceased goddess's mother had nurtured!"

Jingxin was so anxious about this that she almost cried. "What should we do? That was the God's treasure. Now that it's destroyed, He will surely be angry."

Hanxiang stopped Jingxin, "Don't rush. First, use an illusion to cover the tree. I'll ask Fairy Lingxiao for help later."

"Will this work?" Jingxin asked with some concern.

"Have you forgotten? Fairy Lingxiao waters this tree every day. If she heard about it, she definitely wouldn't leave it unattended," Hanxiang reassured Jingxin.

As Hanxiang's thoughts returned, while tucking Ling Xiao in, she inadvertently mentioned the old mulberry tree in Phoenix Palace, "Grain Rain is almost here, I wonder if that old mulberry tree will still bear fruit this year."