Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

“Father, you always say that the snow in Liaodong can cleanse people’s hearts, but the mist in this deep forest is the most suitable graveyard to bury the truth.”

Li Xuanche's fingertips dug into his palm, the sweet, metallic scent of blood mingling with the aroma of pine resin exploding in his nostrils. He watched the emperor and his entourage disappear into the dense forest, a poisoned dart hidden beneath the embroidered gold python sleeve.

"Father, you always say that the Crown Prince's benevolence makes him a worthy ruler..."

The crisp sound of a dry branch breaking against the sole of his boot startled a crow. He lowered his head and chuckled softly, as if he could hear the sound of a porcelain bowl falling to the ground when Empress Wan was poisoned twenty years ago.

The assassin's arrows were already hidden in the forest; with just a whispered whistle, the crime of regicide and fratricide could be shifted to spies from another country.

"In this game, I've staked twenty years of forbearance. Once the throne is stained with blood, the world will only praise me for my meritorious service in quelling the rebellion..."

But as the assassin's arrow pierced the air, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his advisor, Liu Sangning, unexpectedly blocked the killing intent with his sword.

Li Xuanche quickly regained his composure after his initial shock, raised his arrow, and shot the traitorous Liu Sangning off his horse without hesitation.

Before Liu Sangning could even shout to Li Xuanche, "I wanted to save Your Highness," she was pierced through by an arrow.

Liu Sangning clutched her chest in disbelief, her mind filled with the image of Li Xuanche, who had spoken so gently to her just yesterday. "Impossible, how could this be? It's not like this in the original setting."

Standing next to Liu Sangning, Gu Xiao witnessed everything. Although she didn't understand what Liu Sangning meant by the "setting," she still felt inexplicably sorry for Liu Sangning.

Trying to negotiate with a tiger for its skin will inevitably backfire; no one can escape unscathed, and you shouldn't expect others to give up their gains for a pitiful bit of love.

After Liu Sangning collapsed, Li Xuanche didn't even glance at her. He turned and quickly disappeared into the forest. As he turned, he gave an order to the guard beside him, "Go and invite Madam Ling to come to me."

"Your Highness, your identity has now been exposed, and His Majesty and the Ninth Prince will certainly not let us off easily! Why do you insist on sending your subordinates to kidnap Madam Ling? What is the deeper meaning behind this? We hope Your Highness will enlighten us."

The guard looked at Li Xuanche with a puzzled expression, but before he could finish speaking, he met Li Xuanche's sharp, knife-like gaze. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and couldn't help but shiver. He quickly shut his mouth and dared not say another word. He turned around and went to arrest Gu Xiao according to Li Xuanche's orders.

Meanwhile, Gu Xiao was plotting how to escape during the chaos and seek refuge with Li Xuanjing. Just as she was hurrying away and about to make her escape, she suddenly felt a powerful palm strike from behind, followed by a sharp pain that spread throughout her body. Her vision went black, and she fainted without any further awareness.

Before losing consciousness, she vaguely glimpsed a frosty white figure rushing toward her at high speed.

After an unknown amount of time, Gu Xiao finally woke up slowly. The biting cold wind scraped against her delicate skin like sharp blades, making her shiver uncontrollably.

She slowly opened her eyes and found herself in a desperate situation—ahead of her was a dense, imposing army of thousands, while behind her lay a bottomless, terrifying abyss.

At this moment, Li Xuanche was also in a sorry state, his clothes tattered and stained with blood, but he still held Gu Xiao tightly, retreating slowly but resolutely step by step. Clearly, they had fallen into a dead end.

Li Xuanche's face was contorted with rage as he stared intently at Li Xuanjing in front of him. Suddenly, he burst into a chilling laugh, a laugh that sent shivers down one's spine.

Immediately afterward, with lightning speed, he reached out a hand and gripped Gu Xiao's slender throat tightly like an iron clamp. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he took Gu Xiao with him and leaped into the bottomless abyss of darkness.

"You really are a variable! It's a pity that such a talent cannot be used by me. Since that's the case, then let you make the last bit of use. Let Ling Yubai spend the rest of his long life in pain and regret!" Li Xuanche's voice echoed in the valley, like a curse from a demon from the deepest hell.

As this breathtaking scene unfolded, everyone around was stunned, watching helplessly as Li Xuanche, holding Gu Xiao hostage, jumped off into the abyss.

Li Xuanjing was frantic with worry. He wanted to rush over and save his beloved, but his path was blocked by others. He struggled desperately, trying to break free, but all his efforts were in vain.

In the end, he could only watch in despair as Gu Xiao gradually disappeared before his eyes, the feeling of his heart being torn apart almost suffocating him.

The stench of blood wafted into Li Xuanche's nostrils from the water, but a picture flashed through his mind of the Crown Prince handing him cakes when he was a child. He didn't actually want to seize power, but his mother didn't want that person's child to rise to the throne.

So he wanted to vent her anger, but he still failed.

He was never recognized by his father, even though he treated scholars with respect and endured for many years. The position still belonged to the crown prince who was studying abroad and did not care about right and wrong.

The tearing pain between power and family ties was like a poisonous ivy entwining his heart, while the struggle of the woman in his arms gave him a near-self-destructive pleasure: "Since fate is playing tricks on me, I'll drag you down with me to die, so I'll have a companion on the way."

While severely injured and unconscious, Li Xuanche fell into a dream.

He saw himself standing atop a mountain of corpses, dressed in a dragon robe, with the rotting body of the Crown Prince kneeling at his feet, while Empress Wan smiled, holding a cup of poisoned wine: "My son, you have finally become a truly lonely man."

When he awoke, Gu Xiao was burning firewood he'd found somewhere, using it to shield him from the cold mist of the pool. The sound of water dripping from his hair echoed his heartbeat.

Despite the bottomless abyss, he still didn't die.

The snow melted and turned into raindrops falling to the bottom of the cliff. Li Xuanche stared at the campfire and licked the rabbit meat.

Gu Xiao was using his gold-inlaid knife to whittle down the arrow shaft. Every time the blade sliced ​​through the wood grain, his temples throbbed with pain—this weapon, which symbolized the power of the Prince of Qing's mansion, had now become a tool for survival.

Li Xuanche, instead of getting angry, laughed and said, "You really aren't afraid of me at all."

Gu Xiao scoffed, "You're seriously injured right now, your life is in my hands, why should I be afraid of you?"

As the pursuers' footsteps drew closer to the cave, Li Xuanche subconsciously glanced at Gu Xiao and saw that she hadn't abandoned him to call for help alone. With a poisoned dagger in her hand, he gradually relaxed.

As the pursuers gradually disappeared into the distance, Gu Xiao soaked his brocade robe in the cold pool at the bottom of the cliff and warmed it up before tearing it open to bandage his arrow wound with swift and decisive movements.

The heat of her fingertips made his heart clench, and her warm breath swept over his bloodied collarbone, like melting snow in early spring in Liaodong, eroding his frozen heart barrier drop by drop.

"You are the only woman in my life who has ever treated me like this. Aren't you afraid that I... hiss..." His hoarse voice faded away at the edge of her lips that had suddenly pressed close to his.

Li Xuanche had long since dropped his pretense and directly threatened Gu Xiao. Gu Xiao only wanted to appease Li Xuanche's resentment and reduce Li Xuanjing's enemy, so she did not ignore the seriously injured Li Xuanche. Instead, she used the freshly roasted charcoal to stop Li Xuanche's bleeding.

This method is effective at stopping bleeding, but it is also quite cruel. If an ordinary young lady were to see blood, she would be terrified and lose her mind. How could she possibly handle the situation so cleanly and efficiently, remaining calm and composed in the face of danger?

“You woman… are just like a lone wolf on the snowy plains of Liaodong.” He gripped the hem of her skirt tied to his body, recalling how he had once tamed a wild beast, but ultimately let it go because he couldn’t bear to kill it.

Gu Xiao just looked at him quietly, "They've already caught up. If you want to live, you have to run now."

Li Xuanche scoffed, "How can I escape? I'm still seriously injured and wanted by the whole city. No one will save me."

“It’s not far from Xinghua Village. I’ll find you a fast horse.”

During their high-speed ride together in the rainy night, Li Xuanche's chin rested on the top of Gu Xiao's head. She tore strips of his outer robe to mislead the pursuers, and the falling tattered pieces resembled the shattered prayer flags on his mother's coffin.

The tears she dared not shed when she was forced to hold her mother's ashes at the age of eight, now mingled with the rain and fell on her shoulders. The marks left on her neck overlapped with the bruises on her mother's neck.

"If I were to bite your throat right now," his canines grazed her earlobe, "would Miss Gu regret not letting me drown at the bottom of the pool?"

Gu Xiao suddenly grabbed his hand holding the reins, pressing her fingertips against the old scar on his wrist: "Your Highness is not a bad person. I believe you only did this because you had no other choice."

Now, Gu Xiao's gaze is like a demon-revealing mirror, exposing the cowardice beneath his power-hungry exterior.

As the night rain poured down, listening to her even breathing, Li Xuanche didn't dare to look Gu Xiao in the eye.

He both loved and hated her, and tried several times to get rid of her, but in the end he couldn't bring himself to do it.

As the pursuers closed in, Li Xuanche suddenly used all his strength to push Gu Xiao off her horse and said something against his will: "I'm sorry, Miss Gu, I'm a naturally mean and ungrateful person. But because you saved me, I might consider not killing him."

Gu Xiao's eyes shone brightly, like the aurora he had seen in Liaodong when he was a child. At this moment, he suddenly realized—she had seen through his lies all along, yet she was willing to play along with him in this charade.

"Thank you very much"

Gu Xiao's answer was lost in the rain, and Li Xuanche tightened the reins and continued his escape without looking back.

For two decades, he had been playing a power game, with everyone else as pawns on his chessboard. Only this woman used herself as a shield, turning his meticulously designed "dead end" into a two-way prison.

Li Xuanche suddenly recalled the words of his strategist: "The most skillful chess player will eventually become a sacrifice in the game."

For the first time, he felt defeated: "If you weren't my empress, my throne... would be too boring. We met too late."

After successfully catching Gu Xiao, the pursuing soldiers surprisingly stopped their chase.

As if afraid that the slightest movement would disturb the person in his arms, he held Gu Xiao tightly in his arms and refused to let go for a long time, as if Gu Xiao was just a wisp of smoke, and as soon as he let go, she would disappear without a trace like smoke.

At this moment, Gu Xiao had a smiling face. She raised her hand and gently patted the other person's broad back, softly comforting him, "Alright, alright, look, I'm still fine!" However, despite hearing Gu Xiao's words, the soldier holding her showed no sign of relaxing.

Finally, under the tense gazes of everyone, the soldier slowly pulled down his mask. In an instant, a face filled with anxiety yet breathtaking beauty was revealed. For the first time, a look of panic appeared on his usually aloof face. "My lady...you've truly frightened your father!"