Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Three years later

"General, we have won!" Mo Feng excitedly watched as the bandits were utterly defeated and could no longer cause any trouble.

Chu Huaijin looked at everything before him with relief, then sighed deeply, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

Mo Feng rushed forward in a panic to help him up, and the soldiers surrounding Chu Huaijin also panicked and swarmed around him.

Despite the great victory of the Chinese army, there was no joy in their hearts. This was because General Chu, who was shot through the chest by bandits a month ago, had been ill and unable to get out of bed. However, in order to boost morale, Chu Huaijin still personally led the troops into battle.

Basins of filthy blood were brought out of the tents. Some people with low tear thresholds couldn't hold back their sobs as they looked at the blood.

Seeing that some people couldn't help but try to undermine morale, Mo Feng glared at them, stopping their crying.

It wasn't until Zhui Feng emerged from the tent that Mo Feng approached him with a slightly anxious expression, "General, how is it?"

Mo Feng saw grief on Chu Huaijin's usually carefree face for the first time. Mo Feng's heart sank. Although he knew that Chu Huaijin was seriously ill, he still couldn't believe that it had come to this.

Mo Feng stepped back and shook his head in disbelief, his face full of disbelief. "Impossible. The general survived being injured like that last time, so he'll be lucky again this time."

"It's no use. Last time, His Highness almost didn't make it back. Now, the General is soaking in slow-acting poison every day. Even if Hua Tuo were alive, he couldn't save His Highness."

Mo Feng, keenly aware of the term "slow-acting poison," looked up and asked Zhui Feng incredulously, "Slow-acting poison? How is that possible? I personally inspected everything the general ate and wore. How could this be..."

Just as Mo Feng was immersed in self-doubt, Zhui Feng took out a bloodstained sachet from his pocket. "This is it. It contains Bone Corrosion Poison. This poison is a unique skill of the Zhao family. It is colorless and odorless."

Mo Feng stared in shock at the sachet that Chu Huaijin wore every day. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, his face darkened, and he grabbed his sword and charged into the wounded ward's tent. He then confronted A Wu, who was treating the wounded.

Mo Feng, his face filled with grief and indignation, questioned A Wu with bloodshot eyes, "Why? Why did you harm the General? He treated you so well!"

Despite having her neck pressed against hers, A-Wu showed no fear. Instead, she smiled with relief and turned to meet Mo Feng's cold gaze. "General, you've treated me well? Ha, General Mo, you seem to have forgotten why our Xia family was exiled by the Manchus because of the Zhao family, and why my fiancé Zhao Junze died?"

When the Xia family was mentioned, Mo Feng immediately thought of a name that was comparable to Zhao Junze, a young talent: Xia Chuju.

A folk healer, a woman who is just as capable as any man, her marriage to Zhao Junze was arranged when they fell in love and fought each other while treating patients in the military camp due to differing opinions.

At this moment, Mo Feng finally understood why Xia Chuju had always been so calm and composed from the very beginning, treating patients methodically even on the battlefield where death was always a possibility.

At first, Mo Feng thought Xia Chuju was a calm and composed doctor, which is why Xiao Xiao sent her most capable assistant to Chu Huaijin's side.

But now, Mo Feng realized that Xia Chuju's calmness in the face of life and death was because she went to the battlefield with the determination to die.

Mo Feng was furious and wanted to defend Chu Huaijin's actions, but time was of the essence and he couldn't explain. He could only continue to press Xia Chuju for answers, "Where is the antidote?"

Despite the threat of a knife pointed at her fingertips, Xia Chuju remained unfazed, sneering sarcastically, "This poison... has no cure. Chu Xiao, the accomplice who killed Junze, can just wait to be dealt with for her beloved!"

After saying this, Xia Chuju tried to commit suicide by stabbing herself, but was stopped by the doctor who had come with Mo Feng.

Xia Chuju glared angrily at the doctor she always bickered with, "Even if I die, you won't get a single bit of the antidote formula out of me." She then tried to bite her tongue to commit suicide, but stopped when the doctor removed the human skin mask from his face.

Xia Chuju stared wide-eyed at the face she had longed for, so close to her, her face filled with shock. "Zhao... Junze?!"

Zhao Junze pulled Xia Chuju along, saying, "I have no time to explain His Highness's kindness. Come with me to atone for our sins."

Meanwhile, in the distant palace, the banquet ended shortly after news of Chu Huaijin's death in battle was learned.

Xiao Xiao wandered aimlessly along the long palace path, like a walking corpse, devoid of any life.

Ruyan was worried about Xiaoxiao's safety, so she followed closely behind. However, Xiaoxiao stopped and turned her back to Ruyan, saying, "Ruyan, you should go back. I'm a little tired..."

"But Your Highness, I..." Ruyan wanted to follow, but Xiaoxiao forbade her to take even a step closer, forbidding her from being exiled on the spot and never to return to the capital.

Helpless, Ruyan could only watch as Xiaoxiao entered the dark Jinhui Courtyard, locked the gates, and prevented anyone from entering. Shortly afterward, flames soared into the sky.

Ruyan frantically pounded on the door, but no one answered. Helpless, Ruyan could only cry and go to the Emperor.

They thought the emperor would ignore it, but to their surprise, Chu Yunhe abandoned his ministers and rushed to Jinhui Courtyard.

In the firelight, Ruyan looked at Chu Yunhe, who was risking his life, her face filled with a mixture of joy and sorrow. She looked up at the sky and sighed, "Your Highness, you were right after all. You and General Chu cannot escape this golden cage."

Chu Yunhe ran all the way to Jinhui Courtyard. Seeing the flames and thick smoke, he panicked for the first time in his life. He shouted at the locked door in a frantic manner, "Xiaoxiao, I command you, open the door for me!"

With no one responding for a long time, Chu Yunhe's initial arrogant command turned into a pleading tone tinged with panic.

But the gate to Jinhuiyuan was still locked.

Overwhelmed by unease and impatience, Chu Yunhe could no longer care about the so-called royal dignity. He snatched a knife from a nearby guard and swung it at the locked gate.

Xiao Xiao's mind was already clouded by the smoke. In her dazed state, when she heard Chu Yunhe's voice, she subconsciously thought that Chu Huaijin had returned. She staggered to her feet before belatedly realizing that Chu Huaijin's vocal cords had been destroyed because of her, and he was now curled up in a ball, hiding in the raging fire.

Just as her consciousness was fading, Xiaoxiao seemed to see Chu Huaijin. He crossed the raging flames and came to save her like a peerless hero, just like when they were children.

Xiao Xiao's long-numbed expression gradually softened into a smile as she looked at the flames and said, "Brother, look, this time I didn't mistake you for someone else. I recognized you immediately; that wasn't you."

Furthermore, I have kept my promise; if you die, I will die with you.

……

The Soul Gathering Sphere in the center of the formation was spinning wildly. Hades watched in disbelief as several strands of soul threads slowly flowed into the sphere at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhui Feng, who was standing guard beside him, was also excitedly waving his arms and legs, pulling Mo Feng next to him and saying excitedly, "See? I told you His Highness could do it! Even if this first life is the most bitter of the seven emotions, His Highness Ling Xiao will still fall in love with His Highness!"

Mo Feng kept a close eye on Mu Qingyun, whose face was pale and worried. "The Emperor once predicted Your Highness's fate. There is a love tribulation in your destiny. If you can overcome it, you will be fine. If you cannot overcome it, you will follow in the footsteps of your ancestors and fall from immortality to demon. I don't know if Your Highness will be able to overcome it safely in your next life."