Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Mu Qingyun ignored Ling Xiao and instead began to undress herself.

Ling Xiao was shocked and quickly stepped forward to grab Mu Qingyun's hand that was pulling at her waistband. "What, what are you going to do?"

Mu Qingyun looked up and saw Ling Xiao, who was somewhat panicked, but her expression remained calm. "To repay a debt of gratitude!"

"Repay what kindness?" Ling Xiao was so anxious that she could barely speak, and her hands were no match for Mu Qingyun.

Mu Qingyun used one hand to restrain Ling Xiao's hands around her waist, and continued what she was doing. "You saved the mulberry tree that my mother planted, wasn't it so that I would repay your kindness?"

"Who asked you to repay kindness? I'm just being selfless, understand? I didn't expect you to pay me back!" Ling Xiao was almost frantic, but with her hands tied behind her back, she couldn't exert any force at all.

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyun paused in her work, but then continued what she was doing.

"I don't like owing favors, so it's better to pay them back as soon as possible."

Upon hearing these words, Ling Xiao was instantly overwhelmed by a strong and bittersweet emotion. An indescribable sense of loss and relief tormented her heart.

Ling Xiao wanted Mu Qingyun to be close to her, but she didn't want Mu Qingyun to be close to her out of gratitude. She hoped that Mu Qingyun was close to her because she cared about her, but the reality was that Mu Qingyun was only close because of gratitude.

For three hundred years, Ling Xiao has been like a fool, having the same dream every day, hoping that Mu Qingyun will turn around and look at him.

But the reality is that in Mu Qingyun's eyes, her importance is only because of the promise.

"Mu Qingyun... I really... don't need you to repay me like this. I did these things... willingly."

Tears blurred Ling Xiao's vision, forcing her to lower her head and pretend not to care. She didn't want her long-standing, comical infatuation to become gossip fodder; she wanted to maintain her dignity.

The woman had her head down, so her expression was obscured. Only large tears and choked sobs suggested that she was very sad.

Mu Qingyun suddenly couldn't understand Ling Xiao. She was so close to success, so why did she suddenly give up? This was clearly the best opportunity, and Ling Xiao could do whatever he wanted to her, but she didn't want to seize it.

The woman's tears fell to the ground, just as they fell on Mu Qingyun's heart, making him feel very troubled and unable to understand.

Mu Qingyun released Ling Xiao's hand, "Since you don't need my help, then forget it."

When the man withdrew his hand from her wrist, it seemed to drain all of Ling Xiao's strength, leaving her limp and leaning against the bed.

"Ling Xiao is a little tired today, so I won't see you off."

The woman seemed boneless, leaning softly against the bed, her hair disheveled, her cheeks slightly flushed. She had lost all her usual aloof elegance, instead possessing the alluring charm of Mu Qingyun in her red dress when they first met.

Mu Qingyun showed no intention of leaving. Instead, she sat down on a stool nearby and said, "Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything. You rest, I'll stay here with you."

Ling Xiao refused several times, but Mu Qingyun remained unmoved. Having no other choice, Ling Xiao could only turn her back to Mu Qingyun.

The woman tossed and turned in bed for a long time before finally falling asleep.

The candlelight flickered, revealing the woman's slender and frail back, a sight that evoked pity.

After confirming that the person in front of her had fallen asleep, Mu Qingyun slowly got up and began to carefully examine the furnishings in the hall.

The palace was sparsely furnished, with few women's clothes; instead, there were scraps of men's clothing and papers scattered everywhere.

Mu Qingyun walked to the dressing table, picked up the paper covered with writing, and began to read it carefully.

It wasn't what he thought it was; it turned out to be a bunch of useless trifles, mostly his daily notes, from essential medicines for military campaigns to his likes and dislikes, everything was written down in detail.

Mu Qingyun looked up at Ling Xiao on the bed, puzzled. "Ling Xiao, I suddenly don't understand you anymore."

Ling Xiao originally thought that she wouldn't be able to sleep with someone next to her, but she didn't expect to sleep so soundly.

Ling Xiao opened her eyes and found that Mu Qingyun was not there. She breathed a sigh of relief. "It's a good thing that old ice block left, otherwise I would have been annoyed just standing there."

"woke up?"

Mu Qingyun's voice came unexpectedly from behind Ling Xiao, startling Ling Xiao so much that he almost died.

"My Lord, why haven't you left yet?" Ling Xiao smiled obsequiously, afraid that Mu Qingyun would find out that he had just been speaking ill of him.

Mu Qingyun observed Ling Xiao's expression discreetly. He didn't seem to love her very much; on the contrary, he seemed a little afraid of her.

This is really hard to understand.

Why is Ling Xiao afraid of him? Why is she pretending to love him and clinging to him every day?

"I asked Ji Xuan to prepare some medicine for you. I've already had Han Xiang brew it. Remember to drink it later."

"Mm," Ling Xiao nodded.

"You have too few items here; I've already ordered them all to be sent away."

"Um"

"I noticed your clothes were worn out, so I had someone go and buy some fabric. You can pick out a few pieces you like later."

"Um"

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Ling Xiao listened with exceptional composure to Mu Qingyun's dozens of instructions before forcibly inviting Mu Qingyun back with a forced smile.

Compared to Ling Xiao's despair, Han Xiang was overjoyed. "Fairy, the God Qingyun cares so much about you, he must also have you in his heart. It seems that you have finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel and are overjoyed. Congratulations, Fairy!"

Looking at the dazzling array of items, Ling Xiao felt a chill in her heart. "This is his way of compensating me, not the result I wanted."

"What's the difference?" Hanxiang didn't understand what Lingxiao meant by that.

Ling Xiao smiled bitterly, "There is a difference, but there is no difference."

"This servant still doesn't understand what the fairy means."

"Never mind, you don't need to understand." Ling Xiao didn't want to say too much, afraid of ruining her tragic lover persona. Then, with a heavy heart, she put all the items Mu Qingyun had sent into the storeroom, waiting for them to be used in later parts of the story.