Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

As night deepened, Xue'er and Zitan were clearly exhausted, so Gu Xiao told them to go back and rest while he stayed by the coffin alone.

The two wanted to persevere, but they were too tired and had to go back to rest for a while before coming back to relieve Gu Xiao.

Gu Xiao lit the brazier and began burning paper money. The cold night wind carried the ashes of the paper money and splattered against the window frame, making a creaking sound as it burned. Suddenly, a sharp thud sounded from the burning, as if something was being desperately concealed.

Gu Xiao didn't turn around, but spoke directly to the uninvited guest behind her, "Now that you're here, you can't hide forever."

Li Xuanjing was secretly annoyed that his lightness skill was not as good as before because of his feigned illness, but he was still very gratified that Gu Xiao was able to discover him so quickly.

In the mourning hall, Gu Xiao's kneeling figure was as thin as a silhouette. His plain white clothes were edged with gold by the candlelight, but they were colder than snow in the dead of winter.

"I..." When he saw her now, he felt a little scared. After struggling for a while, he still turned and jumped into the inner room, bringing down a white plum blossom. The petals fell softly onto Gu Xiao's shoulder.

Before he could finish speaking, a short knife was pressed against his throat, the hilt wrapped with faded red silk—they had bought it at the lantern market last Qixi Festival.

When Gu Xiao looked up, her eyelashes were still frosty. "Your Highness Prince Jin, you have trespassed into the widow's inner chamber. Are you trying to get the Censorate to impeach the Ling family for failing to manage their household properly?" The blade moved closer by half a step, but it still didn't get stained with any blood.

Li Xuanjing suddenly laughed, reaching out to grasp her trembling wrist. "The Censorate's memorials are piled higher than the palace walls, one more won't make a difference. It's truly been a year since we last corresponded..."

Gu Xiao grabbed a teacup from the table and threw it in his direction, the porcelain shards shattering between them. The flying shards grazed his neck, drawing a line of blood on his pale skin. "Your Highness Prince Jin is a man of pure cultivation, you should purify your heart and reduce your desires, severing past ties to prevent future troubles, otherwise you will not achieve anything."

He stood frozen in place, the bloodstain on his forehead becoming even more glaring as his Adam's apple bobbed. Gu Xiao's hand, hidden in her plain white sleeve, clenched tightly into her palm; the wound she had deliberately inflicted when she smashed the teacup was still oozing warm liquid. Only in this way could she suppress the urge to touch his cheek.

Li Xuanjing understood the determination in the other person's eyes. She understood her own predicament; she was helping him succeed.

The snow fell heavier, and the white banners in the mourning hall fluttered in the wind. Li Xuanjing suddenly loosened his sleeve, and as the cuffs opened, Gu Xiao smelled the familiar scent of sandalwood. He had actually taken out a string of Buddhist prayer beads from his inner garment; the dark red coral beads gleamed warmly in the candlelight.

“This is what I brought back from the Garan Temple,” he said, his fingertips tracing the engravings on each bead. The “Fu” characters, varying in depth, flickered in the candlelight. “The Buddha said that from love arises sorrow, from love arises fear. If one is free from love, there is neither sorrow nor fear. I hope that you, my lady, will soon be free from suffering.”

His devout manner as he spoke made him seem like a truly enlightened monk offering guidance and enlightenment, while Gu Xiao was adding paper money to the brazier. In the flickering firelight, Li Xuanjing saw her quietly tuck a paper figure with the three characters "Ling Yubai" written on it into her sleeve, the ashes clinging to the white plum blossom embroidery on the sleeve like a light snowfall.

A slight smile played on his lips, before Li Xuanjing could finish speaking.

"Finished?" Gu Xiao suddenly stood up, her wide sleeves flipping over the copper basin. Burning paper money splattered onto Li Xuanjing's robe, burning a black hole in it.

As she turned her back to call for someone, the white jade plum blossom hairpin he had once carved himself dazzled her. "Someone, see the guest out."

A sudden gust of wind rose outside the window, and Gu Xiao staggered, barely managing to stand by holding onto the coffin. The wound on her palm was painfully poked by the sharp edges of the hardwood, but it was nothing compared to the surging sorrow in her heart.

Only after the footsteps had completely disappeared into the snowy night did Gu Xiao dare to open her tightly clenched right hand. The string of Buddhist prayer beads lay quietly in her blood-stained palm. The beads still held his body heat, just like the gentle touch he had given her hand a year ago when he held hers and drew on it.

Just then, a gloomy and chilling voice suddenly rang out in the silent space: "Sister-in-law, you really have a lot of free time! To be so intimate with a monk in front of my elder brother's spirit, aren't you afraid that my elder brother will not have peace in the afterlife?" As the voice fell, Ling Nanchen slowly walked out from the shadows.

His once handsome face was now shrouded in a thick gloom, and his eyes flashed with anger and dissatisfaction.