Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

"The young master went to bed really early today," Xiaodie muttered to Chu Wanting as she looked at the dark room.

"Xiaodie, it's still early anyway, why don't you go to sleep first? You've been up for several nights, you must be tired. I'll keep watch for you for now, and come back when it's almost dawn." Chu Wanting glanced at the room and then discussed with Xiaodie.

Mo Beichen had fallen ill again these past few days, and Xiao Die was really tired from taking care of him. When she heard Chu Wanting say that, she was overjoyed. She hugged Chu Wanting and expressed her gratitude for a long time before happily leaving.

Chu Wanting watched the direction Xiaodie had gone, and only after confirming that Xiaodie was far away did she tiptoe into the room.

Since it was her first time doing this, Chu Wanting was a little nervous and almost knocked over the flowerpot at her feet.

Fortunately, Chu Wanting reacted quickly and caught him in time.

When she put the flowerpot back in its place, she checked on Mo Beichen's side again and found that he hadn't moved at all, so she was relieved.

Just as I regained my footing, I heard Mo Beichen's voice coming from behind me.

"What are you doing coming in so late?"

The man's clear, deep voice suddenly appeared in the darkness like a ghost, making the enclosed space all the more unsettling.

Chu Wanting, who was already feeling guilty, was really startled by the sound. She lost her footing and kicked over Mo Beichen's favorite flowerpot.

The precious ceramic basin was shattered on the ground.

Mo Beichen glanced at the shards on the ground, his expression unreadable, and said regretfully, "This is royal porcelain presented as tribute by envoys from the Western Regions. How could they be so careless?"

Chu Wanting was slightly taken aback: "This broken thing, was it a gift from the emperor?"

Mo Beichen nodded with a troubled expression and said, "Imperial gifts are never very durable; they can only be kept as offerings."

Chu Wanting thought that made sense, but "How can the young master just leave the imperial gifts lying around like that?"

Mo Beichen frowned slightly and said helplessly, "I hadn't even decided where to put it yet, and you broke it."

Listen to this, a voice filled with helplessness and sorrow.

How could I possibly suspect Mo Beichen of having ulterior motives?

Chu Wanting was already feeling guilty, and when Mo Beichen looked at her so indifferently, she felt unsteady on her feet and slipped on a piece of porcelain.

By sheer coincidence, she bumped into Mo Beichen.

Mo Beichen was physically weak, and when Chu Wanting bumped into him, he was also pulled down to the ground.

After a flurry of activity, Xiaodie, who had been sleeping, was also woken up.

When they rushed over, they saw the two of them hugging each other.

Xiaodie's expression changed several times. She silently gave Chu Wanting a thumbs up before going up to comfort the two of them.

After Qin Hao called "cut," everyone returned to their original state, and it took several takes to finally get it right.

Qin Hao was still somewhat dissatisfied with Xiao Xiao's performance, but out of consideration for Liu Yichen, he didn't say anything to her face.

Liu Yichen could tell, but he didn't give Xiaoxiao too much face.

Instead, after these performances ended, Liu Yichen arranged a period of time to personally guide Xiaoxiao through her rehearsals.

Liu Yichen, abandoning his usual carefree attitude, looked worried and concluded, "I'll have to seriously teach you acting skills when we get back!"

[Yaoyao: Aren't you supposed to be the best at acting? How come your acting is so awkward?]

While humbly seeking guidance, Xiaoxiao answered Yaoyao in her mind, "[It's still because of that bastard Liu Yichen, he actually secretly tickled my waist!]"

Sure enough, under Liu Yichen's "careful" guidance, Xiaoxiao's acting skills improved by leaps and bounds, and even Qin Hao began to look at Xiaoxiao with new respect.

Liu Yichen looked at the woman who was facing the camera, laughing and crying freely, and smiled like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

So cute, I really want to go back and stroke her face.

Soon it was time for the final scene of filming.

It was when Chu Wanting died.

The arrogant and conceited Mo Beichen held the lifeless woman in his arms, tears streaming down his face.

He survived by feigning illness, emerging from the cutthroat world of backyard intrigue.

Chu Wanting is the only one who is true to herself; her scheming and concern are all written on her face.

When Mo Beichen learned that he was Chu Wanting's father's killer, he knew that he and she could never go back.

Hearing the guards tell him that Chu Wanting had poisoned his medicine today, with a rare poison that would kill silently with just a little bit, he was overjoyed.

Mo Beichen originally intended to pretend he didn't know and just drank it, thus fulfilling Chu Wanting's wish.

His heart, riddled with wounds, had long been filled by this innocent and carefree little girl.

Since there's no way to make Chu Wanting truly fall in love with him, her father's killer and poisonous enemy, then it's better to let her remember him forever.

But Mo Beichen didn't expect that Chu Wanting would snatch the medicine soup, drink it all herself, and then laugh and say to him, "This medicine is too bitter, let me boil it again."

His silly girl

He can't even act well; his legs are shaking when he goes out.

When Mo Beichen chased after her, Chu Wanting had already collapsed on the cold ground.

Mo Beichen picked up Chu Wanting from the ground. Looking at the person in his arms, her quiet and beautiful face looked as if she were asleep. His heart ached slightly. "You haven't even put the poison to your husband's lips yet, why did you give up? How could you be so foolish?"

What good is it to scheme and plot your way to a high position?

It seems that no one will be happy for him anymore, and no one will stay up late to prepare medicine for him.

He was born with this illness, which was neither curable nor fatal. If it weren't for Chu Wanting, Mo Beichen really didn't know what his future days and nights would have been like.

Who can he confide in, and who can he sleep with?

Suddenly, I felt that nothing mattered anymore, and I didn't care about any deep-seated hatred.

Mo Beichen glanced at the bowl of medicine Chu Wanting had brought over, and smiled bitterly, "Wanting, after I kill that person, I'll go down and apologize to you."

At the coronation ceremony, surrounded by a crowd, the beautiful couple slowly walked up the steps.

Accompanied by majestic music, the two stopped and looked at each other, their eyes filled with nothing but each other.

Wan'er was always calm and wise, and never became too attached to anything or lost herself, except for Dugu Jing.

Although he was the crown prince, he always put her first. No matter what he did, Dugu Jing was always the one who stood in front of her.

Now, disregarding the opposition of his former officials, he insists on making Wan'er, an orphan, his empress.

Looking at the gentle and refined man before her, Wan'er's brow relaxed. If her previous approach to Dugu Jing was primarily for survival, now...

Wan'er looked at her slightly protruding belly and felt a warm current flow through her heart. Perhaps... she had finally found her rightful place.

"Jing, I want to tell you something."

"What is it?" Dugu Jing seemed a little absent-minded, but still responded to Wan'er immediately.

"I'm pregnant..." Wan'er was only halfway through her sentence when Dugu Jing suddenly pulled her behind him and protected her. Looking at Dugu Jing's tense expression, Wan'er was also a little uneasy. "What's wrong?"

A rain of swords flew in from all directions, leaving no time to dodge.

With the help of guards, the two barely made it into the palace.

Before Wan'er could catch her breath, Dugu Jing collapsed to the ground.

Seeing Dugu Jing's pale face and blood spitting from his mouth, Wan'er panicked and kept calling out Dugu Jing's name.

"It's no use, he's been poisoned by agarwood, he won't wake up!"

Mo Beichen walked out from the shadows.

The candlelight in the hall shone on Mo Beichen's face, flickering on and off, his deep, dark eyes gleaming with a cold light.

"Mo Beichen, why did you do this? Why do you keep going against me?"

Wan'er never understood Mo Beichen.

Mo Beichen was physically weak and could only stand by supporting himself on the dragon throne. His smile was chilling. "Who told my brother to care about you so much?"

"Your brother?" Wan'er didn't know the previous life's son, Mo Beilei, who had passed away ten years ago. What did he have to do with her?

Mo Beichen scoffed, "Dugu Jing hasn't told you who his mother is yet, has he?"

Looking at Wan'er, who was stunned, and then at Dugu Jing, who was still holding Wan'er even in death, Mo Beichen suddenly bent over and laughed, laughing so hard he could hardly breathe, and he was still laughing even when he vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.

"Dugu Jing, you hypocrite, you've finally met your match."

Wan'er had heard that Dugu Jing and Mo Beichen had a close relationship. Thinking of their similar features and recalling the palace secrets she had heard before, she suddenly understood something.

Dugu Jing is Mo Beilei, and Mo Beilei's faked death is Dugu Jing's rebirth.

Mo Beichen's deceased mother was actually the senile empress who was imprisoned in the cold palace.

Wan'er only knew that the reason the mad empress went mad was because she was the emperor's own sister, but she was kept by her tyrannical brother and tortured until the end, when she ended her life with a white silk ribbon.

Mo Beichen knelt on the ground, staring at Dugu Jing with hatred, and said, "Mother, this is the eldest son you still care about until your death, just like his cold-blooded and heartless biological father."

Looking at the assassins surrounding her, Wan'er clutched her stomach in a panic, but remained calm on the surface. "Mo Beichen, what else do you want to do?"

Despite the excruciating pain, Mo Beichen leaned down and said to Wan'er, "Sister-in-law, if you don't bestow the title of Princess upon Wan Ting, I will write down all the things you've done in doggerel and scatter them all over the world."

Wan'er straightened up and looked at the swaying Mo Beichen, and said with difficulty, "I can agree to your request, but without merit, how can I bestow the title of princess upon an orphan?"

Mo Beichen raised his head slightly, his smile bitter. "She personally killed a traitor like me. Isn't that enough merit?"

Wan'er was speechless, watching Mo Beichen walk further and further away, ultimately unable to utter a single word.

The guards who had fought their way through the encirclement helped Wan'er up. Wan'er steadied herself and calmly said, "Guards! Seize this traitorous minister, Mo Beichen, for me!"

Mo Beichen laughed wildly as he looked at the guards who rushed towards him. Blood was still flowing freely from the corner of his mouth when he was captured.

A sudden coup occurred in the palace. The empress was shocked, and the emperor was seriously injured. Chu Wanting risked her life to save the emperor, but was also seriously injured and died without medical treatment. She was posthumously granted the title of Princess Jiarou.

For a time, the people were praising Chu Wanting's great achievements and condemning Mo Beichen's audacity.

Upon hearing the news in prison, Mo Beichen smiled faintly, "Wanting, this is the last thing your husband can give you."

After Mo Beichen finished speaking, he picked up the medicine bowl brought by the guard and drank the remaining medicine in one gulp. "Husband will go down and atone for your sins now."

The screen went black, and a line of small text appeared.

"No one can kill me, Mo Beichen, except you... little girl."

The villain died, before his execution, by committing suicide out of fear of punishment.

Everything is developing in a good direction.

However, after being in a coma for several years, the male protagonist, Dugu Jing, left behind Wan'er and the young prince, and passed away, going to the Western Paradise.

Wan'er ruled from behind the curtain with her young son, achieving great success. After her death, she was posthumously honored as Empress Dowager Xuanyong.

The End

When the TV series started its promotion, Li Yanchen used many connections to promote Yan Ningchu's character, and coupled with Liu Yichen's fame, the series became a hit even before it aired.

The show became a hit, and all the main actors became famous as well.

After the TV series aired, besides the female lead Wan'er, who was widely talked about, another couple that became popular was Chu Wanting and Mo Beichen.

Every time this couple appears on screen, they're surrounded by a filter of love, with every moment filled with sweetness that viewers can't resist.

However, the ending was a tragic one, and it was very rushed, so netizens were not satisfied.

They all went to the original novel to catch up, only to find that it was a drastic alteration. Some even discovered that the mastermind behind it was Li Yanchen.

Looking at the female lead with her stiff, AI-like features, some netizens said it felt like their hearts were being torn apart.

How could Yan Ningchu portray the wise and intelligent female lead in my mind as expressionless?

Compared to Xiao Xiao, whose expectations were already low, Yan Ningchu's performance was really bad.

Everyone's dirty secrets were exposed, and Yan Ningchu suffered the most.

Many bloggers have revealed that Yan Ningchu was dating many men back in her school days, and that her relationship with Liu Yichen was merely a ploy to create a romantic connection.

However, because Liu Yichen was too popular and he was quite weak at the time, he was hit on the head by one of Yan Ningchu's admirers and ended up in the hospital.

After this incident, Liu Yichen would avoid Yan Ningchu whenever he saw her, and even ruined his image, transforming from someone unapproachable into a flamboyant person who staggered with every step he took, and changed women more often than he changed clothes.