Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

"Ji Xuan, thank you for telling me all this."

Even though Mu Qingyun couldn't perceive the sadness in those tender and affectionate eyes, she could tell it was there.

Mu Qingyun stood with her hands behind her back, looking up at the mulberry tree. "Does the fairy know the origin of this tree?"

Ling Xiao looked up at the mulberry tree, his eyes filled with soft light. "This tree carries his childhood memories, his affection for his mother, and is one of the few sources of warmth for this tough man."

When Mu Qingyun heard Xiaoxiao say this, she shook her head repeatedly and looked up at the old man, saying, "That's not the case."

Ling Xiao frowned. "Sir, you and the High God have known each other since childhood. Could you tell me the details?"

Mu Qingyun stared at Xiaoxiao for a long while, her gentle expression momentarily froze, then turned indifferent.

Ji Xuan's originally gentle face was now veiled with an indistinct layer of gauze, appearing both close and distant, making it difficult to see clearly.

Ling Xiao felt that Ji Xuan was very different today, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was different.

“Sir?” Ling Xiao called out again, “Ji Xuan.”

Ji Xuan finally reacted, taking two steps closer. Before Ling Xiao could react, he lifted her up and launched her into the air.

"What are you doing, sir?"

Mu Qingyun leaped onto the broad branches of the mulberry tree, gently set Ling Xiao down, and pointed to the Yong'an Palace in the distance, saying, "Look, what direction is that?"

Ling Xiao looked in the direction Mu Qingyun pointed and said, "Isn't that the Immortal Emperor's Yong'an Palace?"

Looking at the magnificent palace and the flowing light filling the sky, Mu Qingyun felt a complex mix of emotions. "It really is just as that woman said, you can see it at a glance."

"What do you mean?" Ling Xiao looked at Mu Qingyun, her heart pounding with shock. She had never stood at such a height to look out before, so she naturally didn't know the mystery behind it.

But now, looking at this ordinary mulberry tree, it seems to be carrying other destinies.

Mu Qingyun lowered her eyes and explained, "This tree was not actually planted for the High God alone."

This tree has other stories, but I didn't know them. I need to find out.

"Sir, could you please explain yourself clearly? What exactly do you know about this tree?"

Looking at the serious-looking woman in front of her, Mu Qingyun smiled self-deprecatingly, "This tree is an ancient spiritual tree, and with the daily accumulation of rare and precious materials, it has the ability to predict the future, yet it cannot bear fruit."

So, isn't it ironic that Qingyun wanted to eat mulberries from the tree that bore them, yet it didn't produce any fruit?

“That’s impossible. Her Highness clearly said that she planted it herself for the God. When she was on her deathbed, she was still thinking about how the tree was not big enough, the leaves were not dense enough, and the God had not yet eaten the mulberries.” Ling Xiao wanted to prove that this was not true.

Mu Qingyun's expression was indifferent. When recalling her unhappy childhood, she mentioned it very casually, as if she didn't care. "The Empress and the Emperor are just thinking about Qingyun. They want her to grow up quickly, take good care of the tree for her, and assist the Immortal Emperor."

Love is inherently selfless, yet she repaid kindness with kindness. For the sake of the common people, she stripped her young son of his seven emotions and threw him into a mountain of corpses. For the sake of the one she loved, she taught her young son to be kind to the world.

Feng Yan...she...is a very strange mother.

Qingyun never understood her, which is why she left behind this tree, which bore the weight of most of her efforts.

"Perhaps it's because Your Highness, as the Yuanjun, bears the responsibility for all living beings and is afraid that the High God is not powerful enough, that she is so strict. She actually loves the High God too." Xiao Xiao suddenly felt some sympathy for the male lead, Mu Qingyun, after hearing "Ji Xuan" say this.

Mu Qingyun looked at Xiaoxiao, who had a look of reluctance on her face, and said, "What people see is what they want to see in their hearts. Your perspective is quite comforting."

The man stood in the shade of the trees, the dappled shadows falling on him, giving him an indescribable sense of desolation.

Ling Xiao could tell that Ji Xuan was in a bad mood at the moment. She wanted to reach out and tug at his sleeve, but felt that it would be unreasonable, so she could only let go abruptly.

"Sir, would you like to hear more of my thoughts?"

After a moment of silence, the man finally spoke, "Please speak, fairy..."

“I think that love is not selfless. It is because of love that sorrow and fear arise. Love seems simple and pure, but it is actually complex and hard to discern. A lover can be loved for their appearance, their heart, or both. How can it be summed up in a single thought?” Ling Xiao wanted to comfort Ji Xuan, who was in pain.

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyun suddenly turned to Ling Xiao and continued to ask, "Since you find love so complicated, may I ask you, do you love Qingyun the High Goddess as a person, or do you love others more?"