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In order to avoid trouble, Gu Qingning had been quietly staying in Qiushui Courtyard these days, preparing her dowry.
In truth, these matters did not require her personal attention; Zhi Luying would handle everything properly for her. However, she found reading medical texts too dull and occasionally played around with the maids to pass the time.
Initially, she intended to send Jinsand and Yingsha back, but the two girls knelt before her, insisting that as her secret guards, they were bound to follow her orders. Thus, the strong and clever Jinsand was assigned to serve her younger sister Gu Wanning, while the poison expert Yingsha remained by her side.
After receiving several messages from Pei Zhiqing, she could no longer contain herself and instructed Yingsha to send a message to Feng Rui. That day in the tea house, she had planned to check his pulse, but during their conversation, she completely forgot about it.
Upon returning home, this matter weighed heavily on her mind, like a small stone pressing against her heart, leaving her feeling somewhat unsettled.
"Miss, Commander Feng has sent word that his condition is unstable. If there’s nothing urgent, please do not disturb him during this time," Yingsha reported respectfully after leaping down from the wall and bowing at the window.
Gu Qingning's delicate body trembled. Was he seriously ill?
It seemed so. Yingsha continued, "I did not see the master."
Gu Qingning pondered for a moment before placing her chin on her hand and casually resting it on the windowsill. "Take me to see him."
Those five simple words reached Yingsha's ears with such determination that they left no room for refusal.
The young lady was the imperial consort of the master and thus her current superior; she must obey.
Gu Qingning stood up and turned to glance at Luying. "If my father comes, tell him I’m asleep."
Seeing the clarity in her eyes, Luying immediately understood.
Gu Qingning stepped out of the inner chamber. Just as Yingsha was about to wrap an arm around her waist, she noticed that Gu Qingning had already reached the edge of the courtyard wall.
Realizing Yingsha had not followed, Gu Qingning turned back and called out, "Come on!"
Yingsha paused for a moment but quickly caught up with Gu Qingning's pace.
Once they were outside, Yingsha found it much easier to navigate through the night with Gu Qingning’s lightness. They swiftly made their way to the Ninth Prince’s residence.
When Gu Qingning appeared before Feng Rui in the dead of night, he was so furious that he nearly threw Yingsha out.
Before losing consciousness from pain, Feng Rui had repeatedly instructed him not to let anyone know. Yet here was Yingsha bringing Gu Qingning along—wasn’t this just asking for punishment when the master woke up?
He shot a fierce glare at Yingsha. Upon receiving the deathly stare from the Wind Commander, Yingsha trembled, tightly pressed her lips together, lowered her head, and instinctively took a few steps back, as if trying to distance herself from a demon, wishing she could escape entirely.
Noticing the unfriendly gaze from Fengren, Gu Qingning spoke up, "Yingsha is a person sent to me by your master, and I insisted that she bring me here."
It was evident that Yingsha was under Gu Qingning's protection.
"Take me to see your master." Gu Qingning's mind was preoccupied with Pei Zhijing's condition.
Fengren remained motionless, seemingly in a dilemma.
"What? Is it that the Emperor's designated consort cannot even see her husband?" A hint of mockery crossed Gu Qingning's face.
"If Miss Gu wishes to take a look, it is no trouble." Fengren thought that Gu Qingning was concerned for her master and assumed she only wanted a brief glance.
At that moment, the man lying on the bed had shed his stubbornness. His closed black eyes revealed long eyelashes, and his straight nose contrasted with his pale face, which looked almost ashen. He resembled a landscape painting, exuding an air of delicacy and charm.
Gu Qingning approached the edge of the bed, bent down, and pulled Pei Zhijing's hand out from under the covers. With a serious expression, she took his pulse, her brow furrowing at times and then relaxing again.
Fengren watched in astonishment from the side.
This Miss Gu could actually take a pulse?! The girl who asked to pledge herself in gratitude for saving her life turned out to be quite remarkable! Could it be that the master had foreseen this?
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