Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

“It’s not an excuse… it’s an explanation,” Ling Xiao corrected softly, clutching her handkerchief.

Mu Qingyun turned her gaze away from the hairpin. "Alright, then please explain, Fairy, why you won't accept my hairpin?"

The man's dark eyes pressed down, and he really did have the imposing presence of a superior. Such a cold and heartless person could actually gather souls and enter the cycle of reincarnation three times.

What truly brings down the most unattainable beauties is never some celestial being descended to earth, but rather those breathtakingly beautiful women who can touch the very soul.

Anyway, she couldn't do anything outrageous; she would just follow the rules and deliver Mu Qingyun to Si Chun according to the plot, and that would be enough.

After thinking for a long time, Ling Xiao finally came up with an explanation that he thought was quite reasonable. “Your Majesty, this gift was given to you personally by your birth mother, Feng Yan, before her death, and it is also for the person you will love in the future… I feel unworthy to accept it and dare not accept it.”

The woman before me had tears streaming down her cheeks, her dark hair cascading down like flowing clouds to her waist, radiating a quiet sorrow that was utterly heartbreaking.

This scene reminded me of how my mother entrusted this hairpin to me before she passed away.

Every word he uttered was "my dear Yun'er," yet every word and phrase was inseparable from his beloved father, Emperor Xuanshen.

His mother was a fool who fell in love. She could have been a carefree empress, but she insisted on caring about a place in the emperor's heart.

Why bother?

What do you seek?

Mu Qingyun could never understand her mother, and now Ling Xiao had to be added to the list.

Mu Qingyun disliked things that were hard to understand. He wanted to ask Ling Xiao what he was after.

"Ling Xiao, just tell me, what do you want? I'll do anything I can to help you." Mu Qingyun's patience had run out, and he didn't want to waste any more energy on these trivial matters.

If it were about status, Mu Qingyun would have already designated Ling Xiao as the mistress of Chaolu Palace.

If one were to seek a formal title, Ling Xiao is now in the Nine Heavens, and everyone knows she is Mu Qingyun's fiancée.

If it were a matter of mutual respect, Mu Qingyun could not say she would treat him with all her heart, but she could at least treat him with the utmost respect.

So, Mu Qingyun really didn't know what Ling Xiao was still dissatisfied with?

The woman opposite him simply lowered her head and remained silent, which was unsettling to watch.

After a long silence, the woman's barely audible sobs could be heard, "I ask for little... but I'm afraid the gods... cannot grant it."

Mu Qingyun sneered, "I am the God of War of the Heavenly Realm, ranked among the immortals, and have made great contributions. No matter how absurd your request is, even if you wanted a Big Dipper, you could ask the Seven Star Old Monster for it. Yet you tell me that you don't ask for much."

"Ling Xiao, do you really think I'm a fool? What are you trying to gain by working so hard to win me over?" Mu Qingyun leaned closer to Ling Xiao, her dark eyes making Ling Xiao's scalp tingle.

Ling Xiao was so shocked that her face turned pale. A single tear slowly fell from her lips, tracing the tip of her upturned nose, rolling over her pale lips, and landing on the corner of her mouth with a bitter taste.

Mu Qingyun disliked women crying, especially those who seemed brainless. "Why are you crying?"

"I...don't know." Ling Xiao tried to wipe away her tears, but for some reason, the more she wiped, the more tears she shed, and even her palms were covered in tears.

Seeing the woman's tears streaming down her face, Mu Qingyun was at a loss for words. "I'm not being mean to you. I just want to understand why you're so good to me?"

Mu Qingyun wanted to reach out to help Ling Xiao, but Hanxiang, who had been pretending to faint, beat her to it and directly refused to answer on Ling Xiao's behalf, "High God, the fairy has been feeling unwell lately. I'll help her back to rest for a while. You can ask her these questions after she has recovered."

Looking at the swaying Ling Xiao, Mu Qingyun opened her mouth, but in the end only said, "Go back and rest first."

After watching the master and servant enter the house, Mu Qingyun came to his senses and realized that Hanxiang had actually disobeyed him for Ling Xiao's sake.

"This vixen is really good at bewitching people!" Mu Qingyun smiled contemptuously. "She's even managed to make the most obedient ones start to disobey."

"You're so smart, how could you not know what you want? I honestly find it hard to believe."

As soon as Hanxiang helped Lingxiao lie down, she sighed with a look of dejection, "Fairy, you really have no backbone. So what if you admire the High God? What's wrong with that?"

Ling Xiao's expression wasn't much better; he clutched his chest and murmured, "I just wanted him to realize it himself."

Seeing Ling Xiao's aggrieved expression, Hanxiang didn't know what to say to her. "Fairy, if you don't explain your feelings soon, the High God might misunderstand!"

[Misunderstanding? What could Mu Qingyun possibly misunderstand? With his belatedly realized affection, the female lead was practically tortured to death before she even noticed.]

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Ling Xiao was tired from crying and just wanted to rest, so she told Han Xiang to leave, "Han Xiang, you can go now, I'm tired."

Hanxiang looked at Ling Xiao, hesitated, and finally sighed before quietly closing the door.