Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

After carefully escorting the three to the courtyard, Mo Feng and Uncle Zhao, looking as listless and dejected as wilted eggplants, squatted at the doorway.

Mo Feng sighed, his face full of worry, as he held his forehead with one hand. "Alas, it seems that Miss Biao still hasn't forgiven our young master."

Uncle Zhao shook his head repeatedly, a deep regret on his face, and helplessly echoed, "That's right, it seems that this path of request is probably blocked."

Just then, Zhui Feng, who had been silent all along, suddenly popped up to join in the fun. Instead of showing any concern, he looked gloating and chimed in with a grin: "In my opinion, the reason why the young master has ended up in such a state is entirely because his mouth is too sharp! If he doesn't change his bad habit of being sarcastic, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Miss Biao to change her mind."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhao suddenly seemed to have a breakthrough, slapping his thigh and exclaiming in a flash of inspiration, "Hey! I've got it! In that case, let's just make the young master shut his mouth, isn't that enough?"

However, Mo Feng clearly had some doubts about this suggestion. He frowned slightly and asked hesitantly, "You mean... to make the young master mute? Is that feasible?"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhao quickly and mysteriously looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before lowering his voice and beckoning to Mo Feng and Zhui Feng to come closer. Mo Feng and Zhui Feng exchanged a glance, then simultaneously lowered their heads and moved closer to Uncle Zhao.

Uncle Zhao said softly, "Think about it, these past few days, in order to make his illness more convincing, the young master has been sprinkling water with a strong medicinal smell on his clothes every day, so that his whole body is always filled with the smell of medicine. Hehe, we can do something about this!"

Mo Feng couldn't help but look troubled, thinking to himself, "I'm afraid this is not a very appropriate course of action. After all, that's our young master."

However, Zhui Feng, standing to the side, dismissively criticized Mo Feng, finding him too indecisive and fussy.

Zhui Feng waved his hand decisively, taking over the task of administering the drug, and said confidently, "Hey, don't be so hesitant! What's the big deal? In my opinion, our young master is just concerned about his image. Actually, he cares a lot about this! Otherwise, why would he immediately order me to push him over after seeing you rush out to check on that young lady's maids? Besides, our young master always says, 'Those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles,' we're just helping him achieve something great!" After saying this, Zhui Feng confidently went to find the royal physician, ready to carry out their so-called plan.

At this moment, in the study of Zhiyuan, Ling Yubai, who was sitting at the desk reading a book, suddenly felt an itch in her nose, and then uncontrollably sneezed loudly again.

The sudden sneeze caused him to lose control of his brush, and the ink from the tip instantly splattered onto the snow-white Xuan paper in front of him, quickly spreading and ruining the carefully crafted painting.

Looking at the artwork before him, now completely ruined, Ling Yubai frowned deeply, feeling inwardly frustrated.

"What's wrong with me lately? Why am I sneezing so often for no reason?" Ling Yubai muttered to himself, rubbing his slightly red nose. He glanced down at the cloak he had specially covered his legs to feign illness, and saw that although the fur was beautiful, it was all show and no substance.

Compared to the one she wore before, this cloak was clearly much less impressive.

That's why, even though it was sunny and warm outside, he still felt a chill in the air and would sneeze from time to time.

Ling Yubai grew angrier the more he thought about it. He angrily reached out and grabbed the cloak on his leg, preparing to tear it off and change into it.

But just then, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind—that old cloak that had been with me for so long was still buried deep in some corner of the ground!

The thought of that exquisitely crafted, soft cloak being wasted filled Ling Yubai with even more resentment.

However, out of politeness, he couldn't very well dig it out again, so he could only angrily let go, allowing the culprit cloak to continue covering his legs, and muttered indignantly, "What a waste of such a fine cloak!"

Just then, Xiao Wu, who was standing to the side, suddenly heard Ling Yu Bai curse for no reason.

His clever little brain immediately started working, recalling the gossip he had heard from Zhui Feng about that night in the pavilion.

It is said that Ling Yubai delivered clothes to someone with a cold expression, and was then buried by that person!

Seeing this, Xiao Wu suddenly realized why his young master had suddenly become angry for no reason and why his temperament had become so unpredictable. It turned out that it was all because his young master was so obsessed with saving face that he suffered in silence. He clearly liked her terribly, but refused to say it directly, choosing instead to sulk in secret!

What's the point of continuing like this? Xiao Wu was shaking his head and sighing inwardly when he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside.

Xiao Wu looked up and saw Zhui Feng winking at him in a very strange way, which was quite puzzling.

Xiao Wu felt a strong sense of curiosity and wanted to know what Zhui Feng was planning to do.

So, taking advantage of Ling Yubai's inattention, Xiao Wu, like a nimble kitten, carefully and tiptoed towards the door.

As they reached the door, Xiao Wu asked softly, "What's up?"

Zhui Feng first glanced warily in the direction of Ling Yu Bai inside the room, then mysteriously took out a sachet from his pocket, quickly stuffed it into Xiao Wu's hand, and said in a low voice, "This is for you."

Xiao Wu took the sachet and examined it carefully.

The sachet was rather crudely made, and the material was quite ordinary; it looked rather simple. He looked at Zhui Feng with a puzzled expression and asked, "What is this?"

Zhui Feng revealed a mysterious smile. He leaned closer to Xiao Wu, pointed at the sachet, and whispered something in her ear.

As Zhui Feng's words reached his ears, Xiao Wu's confused expression gradually changed. The bewilderment in his eyes faded away, replaced by a clear and bright understanding after a sudden realization.

Finally, after hearing Zhui Feng's explanation, Xiao Wu excitedly picked up the sachet and exclaimed happily, "Wow, there's such a wonderful thing? Why did you only take it out now!"

However, faced with Xiao Wu's ecstatic joy, Zhui Feng only smiled slightly, a smile that seemed to contain endless profound meaning, as if he were hiding his merits and fame.

Then, he instructed Xiao Wu again: "Remember, you should quickly put this sachet on the young master. It will make him mute for the time being."