Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

When Gu Xiao dragged her exhausted body back to the courtyard, it was already very late at night.

Her personal maid, Zitan, was still awake, pacing anxiously back and forth in the courtyard, glancing towards the door every now and then, yet not daring to approach and disturb her mistress.

Finally, after a long wait, Zitan spotted her young mistress's familiar figure in the distance. The weight that had been hanging over her heart finally lifted, and she hurried over to greet her.

"Miss! Where have you been? The old lady's birthday banquet ended a long time ago, and I haven't seen you anywhere!" Zitan asked anxiously.

Gu Xiao glanced around warily, then quickly leaned close to Zi Tan's ear and whispered, "Shh—let's go inside first."

Zitan understood immediately and quickly turned around to close the courtyard gate tightly. Then, like a little shadow, she followed Gu Xiao into the house. However, before she could even stand still, a heavy cloak was thrust into her arms without warning.

Only then did Zitan realize, as if waking from a dream, that something was amiss. Looking closer by the dim candlelight, she was astonished to discover that her young mistress was wearing a men's cloak!

"Miss... what... what's going on?" Zitan asked, her eyes wide.

But before she could finish her sentence, her gaze fell on Gu Xiao's plain-colored undergarment, which was already soaked through, clung to his skin, and was still dripping wet.

In an instant, fear and shock made Zitan swallow the rest of her sentence, and she didn't even dare to breathe.

Now, Miss Ling's status is awkward. If it weren't for her good looks and the fact that the Third Madam of the Ling family has no children, they wouldn't have thought of her, a niece who has been raised in the countryside since childhood.

Miss has only been in the manor for three years, and she will be of marriageable age next year. If any rumors or gossip spread at this time, then Miss will be unable to clear her name no matter what.

Although the strict separation between men and women is not so strict nowadays, that only applies to the sons and daughters of wealthy families, not to a young lady like hers who is ostensibly staying at a house but actually has other plans.

If Third Grandmother finds out, Gu Xiao's life will be over.

Zitan didn't want to go back to that poor countryside, and naturally she was concerned about her master's situation, after all, they were bound together by honor and disgrace.

"Miss, I'll go prepare water for you to wash up right away." Zitan bowed respectfully to Gu Xiao, then hurriedly went out the door and began to busy herself.

At this moment, Gu Xiao appeared remarkably calm and composed, a stark contrast to Zi Tan's tension.

Having endured countless hardships in her past life, this current situation was nothing to her. Years ago, someone had ruthlessly poured a bucket of cold water over her head, instantly waking her from a nightmare. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a room crowded with onlookers; the embarrassment and helplessness she felt then were still vivid in her memory.

In comparison, being able to safely return to his own yard at this moment is a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune.

Gu Xiao gently removed her clothes and slowly stepped into the bathtub. As the warm water submerged her body, the pleasant warmth flowed through her like nimble little fish, gently soothing every pore of her body.

She couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh, and her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, making her appear as serene and beautiful as a blooming lotus flower.

However, at that moment, Gu Xiao's gaze inadvertently swept over the cloak hanging on the screen, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.

The cloak was of excellent quality and exquisitely crafted, yet it seemed to retain the aura of someone's disdain and contempt. Recalling Ling Yubai's expression at the time, as if he were looking at trash, Gu Xiao laughed angrily.

Zitan, who had been waiting nearby, keenly noticed the subtle change in her young mistress's emotions. Seeing that Gu Xiao's expression had relaxed slightly compared to before, she cautiously asked, "Miss, what should we do with this cloak...?"

Hearing Zitan's question, Gu Xiao narrowed her eyes slightly, turned her gaze back to the cloak, a mocking smile playing on her lips, and said coldly, "Throw it away or burn it, do whatever you want with it! I don't want to see it again." With that, she closed her eyes again, ignoring the troubling cloak, and savored this rare moment of peace.

Seeing that Gu Xiao remained completely unfazed by the cloak, seemingly not caring about it at all, Zi Tan's anxiety finally eased somewhat. Without a moment's hesitation, she quickly picked up the cloak and hurried out of the room.

Mo Feng, who had been waiting outside the courtyard and monitoring the surrounding area, instantly spotted a figure sneaking out of the courtyard. Without hesitation, he moved like a ghost and followed the suspicious person.

Zitan proceeded cautiously, choosing only secluded and deserted paths. After turning left and right, she finally arrived at a long-abandoned dry well within the mansion, where she breathed a long sigh of relief and stopped her hurried steps.

This place has always been a forbidden area of ​​the mansion, and no one would normally set foot here. Presumably, disposing of this cloak here now would be foolproof.

Zitan quickly pulled out a tinderbox, preparing to light a bonfire to quickly burn the cloak to ashes. However, just as she picked up the cloak from the ground and examined it closely, she was astonished to discover that the cloak was actually made of the most expensive mink fur!

What's even more shocking is that this piece of mink fur is a large, intact piece!

You must know that anyone who can afford such a precious mink pelt, and a whole piece of pure white mink pelt at that, must be extraordinary and extremely wealthy!

Although Zitan knew very well that doing so was extremely risky, her greed ultimately overcame her reason when faced with such a valuable item that she had never seen before.

After a fierce internal struggle, she finally decided not to burn the cloak, but to bury it on the spot.

After this storm has passed, we'll find a way to secretly dig it out and then sell it for money through a suitable channel.

With that thought in mind, Zitan no longer hesitated. She quickly found a pit and buried herself deep inside. After checking that everything was in order, she tiptoed away from the crime scene.

"What? You mean that Miss Cousin buried the cloak that Young Master gave her?" Zhui Feng could hardly believe his ears. He knew that if one of Young Master's items had been leaked back then, even if it had changed hands a few times, it would have been cherished and placed on a table by someone.

This young lady was not only buried, but she also seemed to have a very bad omen. She was secretly buried in the middle of the night and couldn't wait until dawn.

Zhui Feng spoke frankly to Ling Yu Bai, who was standing beside him with a tense face and exuding a cold aura, and said directly, "Young Master, if you still stubbornly believe that this Miss Ling is deliberately seducing you, then I really have to say that even I think your idea is a bit too narcissistic!" As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, seemingly feeling quite helpless about his young master's unfounded guess.

Ling Yubai's fate was predicted by a master, who said that he was exceptionally talented, but unfortunately his life would not be long. If he did not meet the right person, he would probably not live past thirty.

At first, Ling Yubai didn't care at all, thinking that the Taoist priest was just trying to trick him. But as his health deteriorated, Ling Yubai had no choice but to believe the Taoist priest's nonsense, which said that marriage was preordained and that the young master only needed to wait patiently for the right person to appear.

I just had a strange dream last night. In the dream, the Taoist priest told me to go to the pavilion the next night to cast a line without a hook, and that I would meet the right person.

I must have been sick for so long that I actually went there to fish in the cold wind, and even caught fish with dead eyes. I have no sense of sight at all.

"Who knows if she's playing hard to get, deliberately trying to find a different way to get my attention?" Ling Yubai thought unwillingly, trying to defend himself, but before he could finish speaking, Zhui Feng cut him off.

Zhui Feng looked at him with a mocking expression and said, "Young master, don't talk nonsense! You two have only met once, how can there be any affection between you?"

Ling Yubai was speechless for a moment after hearing this, but still forced a tough stance and said, "What if... what if she's been secretly in love with me all along?"

However, Zhui Feng retorted without hesitation: "Even if what you say is true, then the girl's crush should be that brave second young master who saved people! As for you, who stood by and did nothing at the time, you probably have absolutely nothing to do with this matter!"

Ling Yubai: "..."

Meanwhile, Liu Sangning, who was in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, frowned and touched the still warm teacup and the water stains on the ground. She instructed the maid beside her with unease, "Go and find out what happened here tomorrow."