Transmigrated as the Short-Lived White Moonlight, I Ended Up Happily Ever After With the Female Lead - Chapter 5

“Yan’an, aren’t you uncomfortable? Get some good rest, don’t get agitated. Tell the Grand Consort why you can’t go,” asked Mother Ji, seeing that something was wrong.

Ji Yan’an simply repeated the words she had said to Ji Yongning that day, conveying them to the Old Witch Grand Consort and Mother Ji. She thought she could also save Song Yi, but she didn’t expect the enemy to be quite powerful.

The Old Witch clutched her chest, looking frightened, and took a long while to refute: “Song Yi has already been called to the main hall. If Yan’an is worried, she can follow us to the main hall to see.” The Old Witch’s tone was somewhat unfriendly, and Mother Ji’s face also darkened, clearly having taken the person away but still hypocritically telling her to bring people to check.

The atmosphere in the room began to freeze. The Old Witch got up, preparing to leave with her maidservant. Ji Yan’an gritted her teeth, enduring the discomfort to stand up: “Then Yan’an will go and see.”

The Old Witch actually regretted speaking harshly to Ji Yan’an. Who knew this little girl would really disregard her own health just to protect someone who had nothing to do with her.

When the group hurried to the main hall, Song Yi was kneeling straight in the center. Two men were seated above; Ji Yan’an had met one of them—her older brother, the eldest son of the Ji residence, Ji Huai.

Ji Huai’s appearance was not outstanding, but the person beside him was truly gentle and refined, dressed in a dark purple crane cloak, with flowing hair, black phoenix eyes below his brows, and a slender physique—a proper handsome man, certainly matching the description of the male lead in the original book.

“Liang Jingcheng…” Ji Yan’an spat out these three words fiercely through clenched teeth. God knows how long Ji Yan’an cried when he betrayed Song Yi back then.

Imagine what kind of state of mind it would be if a person descended like a light, reached out to pull you out of the mud, but ultimately threw you heavily into the abyss. Ji Yan’an couldn’t even dare to imagine, yet Song Yi, this seemingly cold person, had encountered just that…

“Yan’an!” Her thoughts were interrupted by Ji Huai’s voice. Ji Yan’an walked towards Ji Huai with difficulty, deliberately bumping hard into Liang Jingcheng, only saying that she was ill and unsteady on her feet.

Mother Ji and the Grand Consort sat on one side, each slowly sipping a cup of tea. The entire main hall only had Song Yi kneeling. Ji Yan’an’s gaze turned to Liang Jingcheng, who was staring blankly at Song Yi’s exquisite face, not even having time to pay attention to her, his former “white moonlight.”

“Hehe… As expected, if the white moonlight doesn’t die, they’re no longer the white moonlight,” Ji Yan’an scorned him internally.

“It wasn’t me who caused the Eldest Young Miss to fall into the water.” Over here, no matter how the Old Witch questioned her, Song Yi only repeated this sentence. Ji Yan’an watched with anxiety, almost wanting to rush up and threaten the Old Witch by strangling her.

“Mother… This is ultimately Yan’an’s family matter. Perhaps we should leave first.” Liang Jingcheng started to intervene to help Song Yi. Hearing this, Ji Yan’an became sensitive, like a kitten bristling all over. Her lovely almond eyes stared fixedly at Liang Jingcheng. Below, Song Yi had already started to look up slightly, confusion in her gaze towards Liang Jingcheng. If Liang Jingcheng were given a few more sentences, who knows what trouble might arise!

“Grand Consort Empress! My savior should not be kneeling below for you to interrogate. This is indeed our family matter.” Ji Yan’an endured her dizziness and knelt beside Song Yi, speaking neither humbly nor arrogantly, looking directly at the Old Witch.

No one had expected Ji Yan’an to actually defy the current Grand Consort for Song Yi. Song Yi was even more surprised. Her face, which had been expressionless for a long time, finally showed a trace of bewilderment.

“You!!” The Old Witch’s authority was challenged in public. She was shaking with anger, but this Ji Yan’an not only had the Ji family behind her but also the Empress Dowager’s people. She dared not act rashly. She merely smashed the teacup and, pulling Liang Jingcheng, left the Ji residence in a huff.

Ji Yan’an didn’t know about the hidden halo of the “white moonlight,” only that the Old Witch had backed down. She breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to help Song Yi stand up, she suddenly felt dizzy, and her world spun. She lost consciousness, collapsing into Song Yi’s arms…

Song Yi looked at the person in her arms—cold all over and pale-faced—and was also scared. Yesterday, when Ji Yan’an held her hand, it was warm, but why was she so cold today? Daring not to think anymore, Song Yi picked Ji Yan’an up again and ran towards her own courtyard. Mother Ji shouted in confusion, “Where are you taking Yan’an!”

“My courtyard is closer,” Song Yi threw out a sentence and ignored Mother Ji, running head down, as if the person in her arms would be beyond saving a second later.

After running back to her sleeping quarters, Song Yi placed the person on the bed and began to reflect on her emotional fluctuations. Why did her heart panic the moment Ji Yan’an collapsed?

The person on the couch now had her eyes tightly shut, looking distressed, and her hands and feet were icy cold. But Song Yi didn’t know what to do. She just maintained a cold face and used her own not-so-warm hands to cover Ji Yan’an’s hands.

“The only person who can prove my innocence, you are not allowed to die.” Although it was just an ordinary cold, Song Yi used this phrase as the reason for her nervousness.

Before long, the imperial physician also arrived. He frowned tightly, seemingly a little displeased: “Madam, the Eldest Young Miss has already caught a cold, yet you still allowed her to run around. If she faints, she needs to be treated properly. If this old official doesn’t return to the palace, the Empress Dowager will surely inquire…”

This was the second time the Empress Dowager had been mentioned. Though Ji Yan’an had fainted, she was slowly regaining consciousness. However, her eyelids felt heavy, and she couldn’t open them.

Mother Ji smiled apologetically and nodded, only asking him to quickly prescribe the medicine. The imperial physician sighed and wrote down a prescription, handing it to Jinxi, asking her to quickly brew it and bring it over. Ji Yan’an heard it was all traditional Chinese medicine and knew she was going to suffer from the bitterness. She struggled to open her eyes and pleaded, “Mother… I’m awake now, do I still need to take medicine…”

After speaking, Ji Yan’an realized she was sitting on Song Yi’s bed, and Song Yi was sitting beside the bed, numbly covering her hands.

A warm current surged in Ji Yan’an’s heart. She was no longer afraid of Mother Ji forcing her to take the medicine. There was nothing more satisfying than waking up and seeing a beauty holding her hand.

Seeing that Ji Yan’an was awake, Song Yi subconsciously tried to withdraw her hand but was firmly grasped back by Ji Yan’an: “I want to stay here.”

Upon hearing this, Mother Ji was so startled that she reached out to feel Ji Yan’an’s forehead, wanting to know if she had a fever and was delirious. Her hand felt cold, and she took it down: “Why? There’s no fireplace or maidservants to wait on you here. Why would you want to suffer here? Yan’an, you’ve become too willful lately. Just now, you confronted the Grand Consort, and now you want to live here…”

Mother Ji rubbed her forehead, saying this child gave her too much worry.

Song Yi also spoke: “No.”

These two words made Ji Yan’an’s eyes feel sore. She still held Song Yi’s hand tightly, repeating every word: “I want to stay!”