After transmigrating into the book, I helped my mother reconcile with her divorced husband.

Lu Jinyao was stumped by the question.

The fleeting scene just now didn't show any of this; it only mentioned that she saved Xiao Yebai and helped him return to Southern Chu to become its king. How she saved him, or what methods she used, was completely unknown. She thought with annoyance, "Since it was shown, why not show the whole story clearly?" Little did she know, the scene that appeared in her mind was written by a lazy author who hadn't bothered with details. The original text only contained one sentence: Lu Jinyao accidentally saved Xiao Yebai in the palace and helped him escape successfully.

Lu Jinyao clenched her hands with an embarrassed expression and whispered, "I haven't thought about the specifics yet, but please rest assured, Your Highness, I will definitely help you leave Beiliang."

Xiao Yebai lowered his eyes: "So... Miss Lu, you don't know how to help me."

Lu Jinyao panicked and quickly said, "Jinyao just hasn't thought of it yet. Please trust Jinyao, Your Highness. Jinyao will definitely think of a way."

As they spoke, Lu Jinyao took a few steps forward. Xiao Yebai remained calm and took a few steps back. Seeing this, A Luo stepped between the two: "Miss Lu, my lord does not like to be close to people, especially strangers."

Is it that he dislikes being close to people, or that he dislikes being close to her? Are he and Lu Zhiyuan very familiar? Why is Lu Zhiyuan able to get close to him?

“Your Highness Xiao, we can discuss how to get you out of Beiliang.” Lu Jinyao feigned an attack, and Chen Aluo, caught off guard, grabbed Xiao Yebai’s arm.

Seeing this, Xiao Yebai jerked away, aggravating his wound and causing it to bleed instantly. His face darkened as he glared at Lu Jinyao, who was still struggling and refusing to let go, and said, "Get out!"

Lu Jinyao shuddered.

In the scene she had just witnessed, she saw Xiao Yebai's attitude towards others; his methods were so cruel that they were chilling. Yet, in the scene, he had always been gentle and kind towards her, to the point that she had never imagined he would look at her with such eyes.

Her gaze fell on his shoulder, and she suddenly let go: "I didn't mean to, I just... I have the best wound medicine, I'm going right now."

Before he could finish speaking, a hand landed on Xiao Yebai's shoulder. That hand, oblivious to the danger, pinched his injured shoulder. Despite his pale face from the pain, he spoke with a slightly aggrieved tone, like a child who had done something wrong: "I didn't mean to. She suddenly lunged at me and grabbed my arm."

"So what if you pounced on him? So what if you pulled him? You're not going to lose a piece of flesh, are you?" Lu Zhiyuan stood on tiptoe and peeked half her head out from behind Xiao Yebai. "Is His Highness Prince Yue aware of how fierce you are, sister? Are you perhaps like your younger sister, unable to resist His Highness's good looks? Sister and younger sister are different. The younger sister is young and unmarried. Sister, however, has been betrothed to His Highness Prince Yue by the Emperor and Empress. What you've done is truly inappropriate."

"Lu Zhiyuan, what nonsense are you talking about!" Lu Jinyao said, her face flushed with anger.

Lu Zhiyuan blinked and asked A Luo beside her, "Am I talking nonsense? Could it be that the one who tugged at His Highness Xiao's sleeve just now wasn't my sister, and the one who injured His Highness Xiao wasn't my sister either?"

A'Luo was a shrewd one. Upon hearing this, she puffed out her chest, straightened her neck, and shouted, "This servant can testify that it was Miss Lu who grabbed my prince. To avoid suspicion, my prince tried to get away, but Miss Lu, who refused to let go, tore his arm off. Miss Zhiyuan, this servant begs you to save my prince."

Lu Jinyao's eyes reddened, and she pointed at A Luo, saying, "You're talking nonsense! I accidentally pulled His Highness. On the contrary, my sister saw His Highness injured and deliberately pinched his shoulder. I've heard that His Majesty values ​​Prince Xiao highly. My sister should think carefully about how to explain this to His Majesty!"

Xiao Yebai glanced coldly at Lu Jinyao, and Lu Zhiyuan relayed the message: "He told you to shut up!"

Lu Jinyao was unconvinced and angrily retorted, "What gives you the right to speak on behalf of His Highness Xiao?"

"What makes me so special?" Lu Zhiyuan said, hands on her hips. "Because I'm his future white moonlight, his sweetheart."

When he heard "white moonlight," Xiao Yebai didn't react much. In his eyes, "white moonlight" was just plain white moonlight. Besides being aloof, it wasn't anything special. And Lu Zhiyuan's talkative nature had nothing to do with "white moonlight." But upon hearing about his beloved, he couldn't hold back and instinctively looked at Lu Zhiyuan.

At her age, does she even know what "the one she loves" means?

Lu Jinyao's lips twitched: "Does my sister know what 'the one I love' means? Does she want others to misunderstand that you and Prince Xiao are having an affair? Do you know that Prince Xiao's status is special? He is not only a hostage of Southern Chu, but also a member of the Northern Liang royal family. Given my sister's status..."

"What's wrong with my status?" Lu Zhiyuan looked at her with a half-smile: "I am the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Pingnan, the granddaughter of the Pillar General, and the niece of the newly appointed Minister of Revenue and the richest man in Beiliang. In terms of background, power, and wealth, what do I lack that makes me unworthy of His Highness Xiao? Not to mention His Highness Xiao, I am even worthy of His Highness the Crown Prince. I would be the Crown Prince's principal wife. Unlike my sister, who has nothing and can only rely on her entanglement with His Highness the Prince of Yue to obtain the position of a concubine."

Lu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow: "If we're talking about private exchanges, if you're second to none, who would dare to claim first place? I wouldn't dare compare myself to you."

Lu Jinyao wrung out her handkerchief and stomped her feet in anger.

Lu Zhiyuan is right. There are rumors circulating that the Empress has taken a liking to her and wants to make her the Crown Prince's principal wife. Compared to the Crown Prince, Xiao Yebai, this hostage from Southern Chu, is really nothing.

No, what makes Lu Zhiyuan so special? Just because she's beautiful, does she think she can choose between the Crown Princess and the Princess of Southern Chu? She schemed and plotted, but all she got was the title of a concubine of the Prince of Yue. She didn't have to do anything; she could easily trample her underfoot.

She can forget about being the Crown Princess or the Princess Consort of Southern Chu!

She gritted her teeth in resentment, and when she looked again, Lu Zhiyuan had already helped Xiao Yebai walk away. A Luo stood there, staring at her with resentful eyes: "Miss Lu, if anything happens to my prince, I will definitely ask the princess to inform the emperor that you intended to harm my prince. You have heard of Consort Jin's fate; anyone who bullies my prince will not have a good end."

Lu Jinyao pursed her lips tightly, her face turning pale.

With the help of the monks at the temple, they found a meditation room where Xiao Yebai could be treated. After removing his outer garment, the blood on his shoulder was a smear. Using a handkerchief dampened with water, they carefully wiped away the blood, revealing that the stitches had come undone. Fortunately, the bone wasn't dislocated; the wound simply needed to be re-stitched.

"I didn't bring any anesthetic powder with me when I went out, only these pain-relieving pills. You've taken them before; they're effective, but it takes time. The injury on your back won't be able to wait for the pills to take effect. Can you try to bear it a little longer?"

"It's alright." Xiao Yebai closed his eyes. "Please, young lady!"

Stitching is easy, but removing the stitches is difficult. The difficulty lies in the fact that every time she removes one, A'Luo's face contorts. She felt sorry for her little master; she couldn't bear to look at him, but she was worried if she didn't. It broke her heart. Lu Zhiyuan sighed softly and blocked her view: "Please trouble you, Sister A'Luo, to find some hot water."