Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Gu Xiao staggered unsteadily towards her courtyard. Her body seemed to have lost its support, and every step was so difficult. Xue'er saw this from afar and her heart tightened. She quickly walked forward to meet her.

Upon approaching, Xue'er, her face full of heartache, supported Gu Xiao's swaying body and asked with concern, "Madam, what happened to you? Why did you return looking like this?"

Gu Xiao struggled to steady herself. Panting heavily, she said to Xue'er in a slightly trembling voice, "Xue'er, quickly go and inform the clan leader to come here."

Xue'er looked puzzled and asked, "Madam, why would you suddenly want to invite the clan leader in the middle of the night? Besides, you had a big disagreement with everyone about the clan's plan to hold a funeral for the eldest son! What exactly happened...?"

Gu Xiao interrupted Xue'er and said firmly, "You don't need to ask any more questions. Just tell them that I have agreed to hold a funeral for my husband and ask them to come over as soon as possible to discuss the relevant matters."

Upon hearing this, Xue'er was greatly surprised. She stared wide-eyed at Gu Xiao and said incredulously, "Madam, didn't you always firmly believe that the young master was still alive? How come you suddenly changed your mind after returning today...?"

However, before Xue'er could finish speaking, Gu Xiao shouted sternly, "Hurry up and go! Don't waste any more time!" Her expression was unusually serious, and her usually gentle and quiet face now carried a hint of authority.

Xue'er had never seen the lady with such an expression before. Knowing that this matter was of utmost importance, she dared not say anything more and hurriedly turned and ran towards the residence of the clan elders.

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"Hey, have you heard? That jinx from the Ling family has finally agreed to let their eldest son be buried. I heard they've been keeping it a secret for a year before they finally held the funeral."

"Isn't that right? She killed her husband after only two years of marriage. She looks like she's a jinx, a real nemesis. It's a good thing our Heng'er didn't marry such a woman." Two maids whispered among themselves at the bustling entrance of the Ling residence. One of the girls, a boy who was about half a child, ran off somewhere while the two weren't looking.

As the woman was chatting, she realized her son was gone. She turned pale with fright and frantically searched for him, calling out "Heng'er" as she did so.

Zhui Feng couldn't stand it any longer. He walked straight up to Li Xuanjing and began to criticize him without any politeness: "Young Master, you really are living a carefree life! You faked your death and escaped to come here to enjoy your leisure, while leaving the young mistress alone to deal with those worthless scoundrels. Not only that, the young mistress is also subjected to malicious slander and defamation from others for no reason. Don't you feel any heartache at all?"

Time flies, and it has only been a short year. Who could have imagined that she would have such ability to manage the business he entrusted to her so successfully and on such a large scale?

Even Li Xuanjing himself was caught off guard by this.

At this moment, Li Xuanjing was leisurely sitting in a teahouse opposite the Ling residence. He was calm and composed, taking a sip of tea and slowly saying, "What do you know, you little servant? How could the flowers I personally nurtured be easily defeated and crushed by the words of others?"

Upon hearing this, Zhui Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes. Just then, amidst the bustling crowd, he suddenly spotted Li Xuanjing's distinctive bicycle frame.

Then, a mocking smile appeared on his lips, and he began to tease, "Look how beautiful these flowers are! Naturally, they would attract everyone's saliva, and they would want to pluck them and possess them. It's just a pity that your current status is that of a monk, and compared to that illustrious prince, you have absolutely no advantage!"

Just as Li Xuanjing was burning with anger and preparing to retaliate mercilessly, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a group of people.

Li Xuanche, leading a group of entourage, swaggered into the vermilion gates of the Ling residence.

Looking at himself, he could only stand alone at the door, watching helplessly as a funeral was taking place inside—Gu Xiao was arranging his own funeral! He was filled with resentment and unwillingness. Although all of this was closely related to him, he couldn't even step into the Ling family mansion.