Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Ling Yue Su and Gu Xiao had just stepped into the front hall when they were blocked in front of the Second Madam's daughters, so they couldn't see what was happening in front of the hall.

At this moment, the front hall was bustling with noise and people, all craning their necks to look towards the men's section. From this noisy scene, it was easy to deduce that someone of noble status or exceptional talent was reciting poetry, prompting most of the people present to join in.

Curious, Gu Xiao couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and try to look ahead. However, because the crowd in front was too dense, she could only vaguely glimpse a dazzling red brocade robe among the men.

Upon closer inspection, the red brocade robe was embroidered with exquisite four-cornered golden dragon patterns, suggesting that the person wearing such attire must be of extraordinary status. It was most likely that he was Prince Qing, Li Xuanche, who had once studied under the same master as his older cousin.

Although Gu Xiao couldn't hear the full text of Li Xuanche's poem, just those few lines of classical Chinese were enough to make one feel that his cultural level was not as outstanding as the rumors suggested.

If it weren't for the fact that the Crown Prince is currently young and Prince Qing is the Empress's biological son, making him the most likely candidate to seize the throne, there probably wouldn't be so many people flattering and echoing his sentiments.

In contrast, Ling Yue Su appeared much more composed. She calmly walked through the crowd, quickly found her own group, and swiftly blended in, chatting and laughing happily with several noblewomen from prestigious families.

Gu Xiao found a quiet corner and kept glancing at the men's section, trying to see if there was a suitable candidate.

However, to her disappointment, the so-called "poor" children were much more active and eager than the other scions of wealthy families. They either flitted between tables with beaming smiles, trying to curry favor with the powerful and influential; or they squeezed into crowds, desperately trying to get attention.

Seeing this, Gu Xiao couldn't help but sigh inwardly. If she really married such a poor man, she would probably have to spend her whole life working hard for his career, constantly paving the way for him and helping him climb the ladder step by step. Thinking of this, a nameless worry and helplessness welled up in her heart.

Speaking of being indifferent to fame and fortune, Gu Xiao gradually pictured Ling Yubai's aloof and cold face.

Ling Yubai seemed to be born out of step with the world. Regardless of his health, every time you met him, he would naturally exude a faint, otherworldly aura, like an immortal untouched by worldly concerns. His quiet and composed demeanor inspired awe.

Gu Xiao had only ever seen this kind of composure on the faces of those who had passed away. They had either seen through the world's hustle and bustle, or endured too many trials and tribulations, and finally departed from this world in a peaceful way. However, to see such an expression on a living person, and such a young one at that, Ling Yubai, was truly regrettable. Perhaps he had long since taken life and death in stride, which was why he was so composed.

Whenever Gu Xiao thought of Ling Yubai, she couldn't help but search for his figure in the crowd. However, after scanning the area, she couldn't find that familiar figure.

For some reason, Gu Xiao felt an indescribable emptiness welling up inside her, as if the whole world had become ethereal and unreal. At this moment, amidst this poetry gathering filled with hypocrisy and social niceties, she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere any longer. So, seeing Ling Yue Su engrossed in conversation with others and oblivious to her presence, Gu Xiao seized the opportunity without hesitation and quietly slipped away from the front hall.

Leaving the suffocating front hall, Gu Xiao, like a bird freed from its cage, strolled along the winding flower path. Along the way, colorful flowers vied for attention, releasing their fragrance, but these beautiful sights did nothing to soothe the restlessness in her heart.

Before she knew it, she had arrived at the garden gate again. Just then, a melodious and graceful piano melody reached her ears. The music was as clear and pleasant as flowing water, and as soft as the whispers of a gentle breeze brushing against the strings. It made her stop in her tracks and listen quietly, completely absorbed in the music.

Just as the beautiful zither music was beginning to wane, a clear and melodious flute sound suddenly rang out. The flute's sound was like a bright lightning bolt piercing the night sky, forcefully pulling the zither music back from its slump.

Immediately afterwards, the flute and the zither engaged in a magnificent duel in the back garden, going back and forth, neither giving an inch. At times, the flute's sound was high-pitched and passionate, like a stampede of horses; at other times, the zither's sound was low and melodious, like a murmuring spring. The two complemented each other perfectly, creating a moving and captivating musical piece.

Even after the last note faded, the lingering sound still echoed in the air. However, Gu Xiao remained captivated by the dreamlike melody, savoring it endlessly and unable to tear herself away.

Clowns are in the halls of power, while masters wander the streets. Truly talented individuals should not be forgotten by the world. They are the true dragons and phoenixes who should be revered, not the pseudo-sages in the hall who can only utter a few classical phrases.

While busy entertaining everyone in the front hall, Zhui Feng suddenly felt a cold draft on his back and let out a loud sneeze. This unexpected sneeze instantly silenced the previously noisy front hall, and everyone's eyes turned to Zhui Feng.

Seeing this, the people around him showed concern and hurriedly gathered around, showering Zhui Feng with concern and care. Some were even so worried that they wanted to fetch the imperial physician, and the scene became somewhat chaotic for a moment.

Zhui Feng inwardly groaned, fearing he might give himself away. He quickly cleared his throat and said, feigning composure, "Ahem, everyone, please don't panic. I was just caught in a bit of a cold breeze; it's nothing serious. There's no need for you to make such a fuss." He then forced a smile, trying to reassure everyone.

However, just as Zhui Feng finished speaking, someone immediately offered him a cup of hot tea and chimed in, "Your Highness Prince Qing, you truly care for talent! Even though you are feeling slightly unwell, you still came to attend this gathering. This respect for the virtuous is truly admirable!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuifeng's hand trembled, nearly dropping the teacup in his hand. This caused another gasp from the surrounding crowd, making Zhuifeng even more embarrassed. He secretly regretted his actions, thinking that if he had known he would end up like this, he shouldn't have been so quick to argue with that young master.

Meanwhile, not far from the front hall, Gu Xiao saw that after the music stopped, the people in the garden remained motionless for a long time, which filled him with curiosity.

As she was pondering who might be hiding in the garden, a dark figure suddenly appeared before her. A guard with a sword descended from the sky like a ghost, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. Without a word, he grabbed her and dragged her straight in front of Ling Yubai.