Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

“Your Highness, the borderlands are not without garrison troops! To send you there just because of a minor disturbance, I am truly worried that there might be a trap!” Mo Feng muttered anxiously from the side, his brows furrowed and his unease growing stronger.

Meanwhile, Chu Huaijin was methodically packing the clothes he was about to take, seemingly not paying much attention to Mo Feng's worries.

Chu Huaijin skillfully folded the clothes neatly and put them into his bag. "I know in my heart that this turmoil is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

Chu Huaijin responded to Mo Feng without looking up as he packed his luggage.

Seeing this, Mo Feng became even more anxious and hurriedly said, "Since Your Highness already knows that the other party has ulterior motives and malicious intentions towards you, why do you still insist on going? We can discuss this further!" However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Chu Huaijin.

"The Xiongnu have repeatedly harassed our borders and have become a major threat to our country. Huaiyun intends to take advantage of this turmoil to wipe them out in one fell swoop." Chu Huaijin stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and looked firmly into the distance, as if he could already see the smoke and fire of the battlefield.

He continued slowly, "When my father was alive, he had lofty ambitions and was determined to reclaim the lost territories and achieve the grand goal of unifying the world and unifying China. Now, I am merely inheriting my father's will and fulfilling his unfinished wishes." As he said this, a resolute and determined look flashed in Chu Huaijin's eyes.

Hearing this, Mo Feng fell silent. He knew that Chu Huaijin's mind was made up, and any further persuasion would be futile. But thinking that next month would be the wedding day of his prince and the Ninth Princess, he couldn't help but remind him, "But Your Highness, next month is your wedding day with the princess."

Actually, at first, Mo Feng didn't like this Ninth Princess very much.

After all, her reputation in the palace had never been good, and there were many rumors circulating about her. However, since her master was infatuated with her, Mo Feng gradually had no choice but to try to accept this future mistress.

Gradually, as time went by and they spent more time together, Mo Feng began to notice many of the Ninth Princess's hidden strengths.

Although she was outspoken, she was truly devoted to her master and genuinely loved him. These qualities gradually changed Mo Feng's initial opinion of the Ninth Princess.

However, just as Mo Feng was being subtly influenced and methodically preparing for everything, a sudden piece of news struck him like a bolt from the blue—the wedding had been postponed again!

This news shocked and disappointed Mo Feng, and a sense of resentment welled up in his heart: "The wedding has been postponed again and again since last year. We finally made it to spring, thinking that the wedding could be held smoothly, but now it has to be postponed to summer. What's even more worrying is that the Crown Prince is about to give birth, while ours is still nowhere in sight. Could it be that the Emperor doesn't want to betroth the Ninth Princess to His Highness at all, and wants to go back on his word?"

Upon hearing Mo Feng's complaint, Chu Huaijin frowned slightly and said seriously, "Don't talk nonsense! Making unfounded speculations and criticizing your master is a serious crime. Don't bring trouble upon yourself because of a moment of carelessness."

Although Chu Huaijin said this, he knew very well that Mo Feng's complaints were understandable. After all, the fact that the wedding had been delayed for so long was indeed strange and unsettling.

However, Chu Huaijin always felt guilty towards the Emperor. Therefore, no matter what happened, he would try to think positively and do everything he could to make amends for his past mistakes.

So when he heard Mo Feng's complaints, although he was touched, he still chose to uphold the emperor's dignity and hoped to quell this unnecessary turmoil.

Seeing Chu Huaijin's resolute attitude, Mo Feng, though still indignant, understood the implications. Therefore, he kept quiet to avoid displeasing Chu Huaijin.

Meanwhile, inside that magnificent and resplendent imperial palace, a thrilling life-or-death struggle was unfolding.

Inside the room, Jiang Wanning lay on the luxurious bed, her face as pale as paper, large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. She gripped the blankets tightly with both hands, her body trembling uncontrollably from the excruciating pain.

A series of heart-wrenching screams emanated from her mouth, the sound seemingly about to shatter the roof, deafening and sending chills down one's spine.

Outside, a row of well-trained, tense-looking midwives stood guard at the door, ready to respond to any calls or instructions from inside, so they could provide timely assistance and ensure Jiang Wanning's safe passage through this difficult time.

A heavy and oppressive atmosphere permeated the entire bedchamber, and everyone's heart was in their throats as they silently prayed for a miracle.

Chu Yunhe's face was ashen, as if it could drip water.

The imperial physician had long ago warned that Jiang Wanning's pregnancy was fraught with danger. If she could give birth smoothly, it would be a double blessing; but if something went wrong, he would face a difficult choice—to save the mother or the child.

This was the first time in his life he had faced such a crucial life-or-death decision, especially since the person involved was the woman he had once truly loved. Chu Yunhe was not a heartless person, and his inner worries surged like a tidal wave.

At this moment, he stood alone outside the palace gates, waiting helplessly for news from inside. Every minute and every second seemed so long and unbearable, and anxiety and unease clung to his heart like venomous snakes.

Finally, unable to endure the torment any longer, Chu Yunhe decided to go out for a walk to clear his head and try to calm his chaotic thoughts.

However, even he himself did not expect that as he walked, his feet would involuntarily lead him towards the Golden Light Inner Courtyard. When he came to his senses, he was already outside this familiar courtyard.

Chu Yunhe gazed at the meticulously trimmed and well-maintained bouquets outside the courtyard wall. The colorful flowers vied for attention, a breathtaking sight. For some reason, seeing these beautiful flowers, his previously tense nerves gradually relaxed, and his mood lightened considerably.

Strangely enough, whenever Chu Yunhe felt troubled, he would unconsciously stand outside the Golden Radiance Courtyard for a while. Although he could not always hear the melodious songs coming from inside the courtyard, even the occasional laughter or playful noises were enough to calm his restless heart and give him an indescribable sense of peace.

Initially, Chu Yunhe vehemently denied these feelings, unwilling to confront the fact that he had developed special feelings for Xiaoxiao. However, as time quietly passed, these feelings did not disappear due to his deliberate attempts to ignore them; instead, they grew stronger. Eventually, even he had to reluctantly admit that he had indeed fallen deeply in love with Xiaoxiao. This is why Xiaoxiao and Chu Huaijin's wedding was repeatedly postponed.

However, not long after Chu Yunhe stepped into Jinhui Courtyard, a figure, like a ghost, tiptoed and sneakily ran towards Jiang Wanning's bedroom.

The man looked flustered, as if he were carrying a huge secret and was afraid of being discovered.

After the mysterious figure returned to Jiang Wanning's bedchamber, he couldn't wait to tell Liu Mama everything he had seen. Upon hearing this, Liu Mama's face, which was already flushed with worry, turned deathly pale, and she could no longer maintain any composure.

Her eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down her face. Sobbing, she tightly embraced her young mistress, lamenting, "My poor mistress, she's suffered so much here, risking her life just to bear that heartless man a child. And now, he doesn't even care about your feelings, running off to his sister to confess his love! We're all born of the same parents, what's there to say? And he's always going to that courtyard, I really don't know if that woman is his real sister, or just a lover he secretly cherishes!"

At this moment, Jiang Wanning was exerting all her strength to give birth when she suddenly heard her old nanny's mournful cries. She was startled and a surge of anger welled up inside her.

In an instant, she felt as if all her strength had been drained, her vision went black, and she fainted on the spot due to exhaustion.

When Jiang Wanning awoke again, she had become an empress in name only, devoid of offspring. Her once hopeful and dream-filled heart was now shattered into pieces. How could she not feel resentment in the face of such a cruel reality?

So she secretly sent people to search everywhere for A-Wu, who had once been Xiao Xiao's personal maid.

It is said that Awu is now following Chu Huaijin.