Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

"Does it look like it, my dear sister?" Chu Yunhe's deep and magnetic voice seemed to drift from a deep valley, gently ringing in Xiaoxiao's ears. His tone carried a slight chill, sending a shiver down one's spine.

Upon hearing this question, Xiao Xiao's heart tightened, and an inexplicable sense of tension instantly welled up inside her. She subconsciously denied it, saying, "Your Majesty is joking. General Chu is known for his literary talent, while Shen She is skilled in martial arts. Their personalities and temperaments are completely different! I really can't see any similarity between them."

Chu Yunhe raised an eyebrow dismissively and said firmly, "Oh? I do think these two are quite similar." His confident expression only deepened Xiao Xiao's doubts.

Seeing this, Xiao Xiao couldn't help but ask, "Why is Your Majesty so convinced that Chu Huaijin is Shen She? Does Your Majesty have some solid evidence?"

Faced with Xiao Xiao's persistent questioning, Chu Yunhe merely glanced sideways at Xiao Xiao, who sat beside him with a puzzled and inquisitive expression. Then, a smug smile appeared on his lips as he slowly said, "I naturally have my own methods, but I cannot tell you them now."

Seeing Chu Yunhe's mysterious yet slightly arrogant expression, Xiaoxiao was momentarily stunned.

She couldn't help but think to herself that Chu Yunhe must be immersed in happiness right now, otherwise why would he show such an innocent and childlike expression?

Thinking of this, Xiao Xiao's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and she smiled with relief. At the same time, she lowered her head with a hint of helplessness and said softly, "Since Your Majesty insists on your opinion, then this subject has nothing more to say."

The woman before him slightly raised her eyebrows, her previously furrowed brows gradually relaxing like a newly blossoming spring flower. Her eyes were bright and deep, seemingly holding endless tenderness and affection, captivating anyone who looked into them.

Such a woman, so still as a virgin and so swift as a rabbit, is truly rare in this world. Whether she sits quietly or lashes out at herself with a lively temper, she exudes a unique charm that can easily touch the hearts of others.

Chu Yunhe gazed silently at the beauty before him, secretly thinking, "If that 'your subject' could be replaced with 'your concubine,' perhaps everything would be even more perfect..." However, when he suddenly realized the thought in his mind, he was horrified. As if burned, he quickly turned his head to the side, no longer daring to look at Xiaoxiao.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wanning, who had been sitting on the other side of Chu Yunhe, silently watched this scene.

Seeing the two people beside her behaving so strangely, an indescribable unease welled up in her heart. This feeling, like spider silk, entwined her heart, making her feel inexplicably anxious and irritable.

"Isn't Your Majesty supposed to be choosing a consort for the Princess today?" Just as the hall was filled with laughter and the atmosphere was lively, a clear and melodious voice, though somewhat abrupt, suddenly rang out.

Jiang Wanning's sudden outburst was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the originally lively and peaceful atmosphere.

In an instant, the entire hall fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes to Jiang Wanning, Emperor Chu Yunhe who sat high on the dragon throne, and Xiao Xiao, who was also dressed in colorful clothes and sitting high beside him.

Chu Yunhe frowned slightly, clearly displeased by Jiang Wanning's abrupt interruption.

However, as the ruler of a country, he possessed excellent manners and composure. He did not confront Jiang Wanning on the spot, but after a brief silence, he smiled and took over the conversation, saying, "Since my beloved consort has brought it up for me, I will not beat around the bush with you all. Today is not only the Ninth Princess's birthday, but I also intend to choose a suitable husband for my beloved sister."

Having said that, Chu Yunhe's gaze slowly swept over the assembled officials below. Upon hearing the emperor's words, the ministers' expressions changed slightly, and they inwardly groaned in despair.

Especially when they learned that the person they were to choose as their consort was none other than the beloved Ninth Princess Xiaoxiao, they were on high alert and lowered their heads as if facing a formidable enemy, fearing that they might accidentally attract the emperor's attention and be unfortunately chosen as his consort.

Marry a virtuous wife, and take a beautiful concubine.

These shrewd individuals naturally knew that if they married the princess, they would never be able to take a concubine, nor would they be able to make any further progress in their official careers. The princess was also the emperor's sister, and her mother-in-law and husband wouldn't even dare to lecture her. If she were virtuous and kind, that would be fine, but Chu Xiao was notoriously arrogant and rude.

These days... just thinking about them makes me shudder.

Chu Yunhe's lips curled up slightly, forming a faint smile. He gently raised his slender fingers, which were as delicate as scallions, and slowly pointed to an official not far away.

The official had been standing ramrod straight, but when he saw Chu Yunhe's finger pointing precisely at him, his face turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he knelt down heavily with a thud.

The man trembled violently, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and he repeatedly declined, saying, "Your Majesty, I really cannot agree to this! I still have to observe three years of mourning for my father. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Although Chu Yunhe's relationship with Xiaoxiao wasn't particularly deep, his innate arrogance as a member of the imperial family was completely ignited at this moment. His deep and sharp eyes were fixed on the kneeling official begging for mercy, flashing with anger.

Just then, another official hurriedly spoke up, saying, "Your Majesty, I am already married and have a virtuous wife at home. I really cannot marry Your Highness." Immediately afterward, another official quickly chimed in, "Your Majesty is wise. Although I am not married, I already have a son with a maid in my household. If I were to marry Your Highness, I'm afraid it would be unfair to her!"

As these words echoed, Chu Yunhe's face grew increasingly gloomy.

Chu Yunhe's once handsome face now seemed shrouded in a thick layer of frost, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him. Finally, he could no longer suppress his anger, and with a sudden flick of his sleeve, he shouted, "Fine, so none of you are willing? I'll take a good look and see if my royal daughter is so unwanted!"

After speaking, Chu Yunhe's gaze swept across the entire room once more. Wherever his gaze fell, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes. Finally, his finger stopped on one person—Chu Huaijin, whom he both wanted to point at and was extremely reluctant to point at.

At this moment, Chu Yunhe's feelings were extremely complicated. On the one hand, he hoped that Chu Huaijin could step forward and resolve the current awkward situation; on the other hand, he was worried that Chu Huaijin would not be able to solve it.

However, despite his many thoughts, Chu Yunhe finally mustered the courage to ask, "Huaijin, now that things have come to this, are you willing to marry Xiaoxiao?"

Chu Huaijin sat there upright, like a silent mountain, completely undisturbed by the outside world. He seemed to have just raised his head from the wine glass in his hand, and his deep, pool-like eyes were now quietly gazing at Chu Yunhe opposite him, without the slightest ripple.

"I have absolutely no intention of marrying the princess!" Chu Huaijin's words were firm and powerful, as if each word weighed a ton.

Chu Yunhe frowned slightly, staring intently at the indifferent man in front of him, and asked, "What exactly does Huaijin mean? Does he really intend to disappoint my expectations of you?" His gaze unconsciously swept over Xiaoxiao standing to the side, and he secretly wondered how Xiaoxiao would react to this matter.

Hmph, look at him! Your mighty general is nothing but a coward! He doesn't even have the courage to marry you! Moreover, to avoid you, he's hiding his true identity! Thinking of this, Chu Yunhe couldn't help but smile smugly.

However, just as he was basking in this self-satisfied sense of victory, Chu Huaijin's deep and steady voice rang out again: "In my opinion, marriage is a major life event, concerning the princess's lifelong happiness. Therefore, such a decision should be made by Her Highness herself. After all, it will be the prince consort, not Your Majesty, who will accompany the princess through the long years!"

At that moment, as Chu Yunhe stared into Xiao Xiao's originally empty and lifeless eyes, he was suddenly struck by the glimmer of light within them.

He was momentarily stunned, a surge of indescribable astonishment welling up within him. But after only a fleeting moment of surprise, Chu Yunhe burst into laughter, the sound echoing throughout the entire hall: "Haha, what a fine way to ask for Her Highness the Princess's opinion..."

Seeing this, although no one dared to show their accusations against Chu Huaijin on their faces, they had already cursed her to the core in their hearts. They all thought to themselves that Chu Huaijin was simply a complete troublemaker! Every time, she was the one who came up with those incredibly troublesome and terrible ideas.

Chu Yunhe, meanwhile, discreetly observed the angry yet resentful expressions on everyone's faces. He inwardly sighed, thinking that Shen She was exactly the same as before, still so audacious and reckless in his actions, showing no regard for the feelings or positions of others, and stubbornly placing everyone present in an extremely awkward and difficult situation.

At this moment, Chu Yunhe's gloating grew even stronger. A slight smile played on his lips as he turned to Xiaoxiao with amusement, throwing the difficult question directly at her: "Since Huaijin has already said so, I naturally won't force you. How about this: Xiaoxiao, you decide how to choose your husband. Whoever you choose, I will immediately bestow a marriage contract upon you both."