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In the dead of night, as Pei Zhirui and his companions arrived at the edge of the cliff, only the cold, biting wind howled through the air. Upon seeing the bottomless abyss before him, a wave of joy surged within him. He secretly reveled in the thought: falling from such a height, it seemed certain that one would meet a tragic end.
A sinister smile crept onto his face for a moment before he quickly resumed a serious expression. Turning to his subordinates behind him, he commanded, "Everyone, listen up! No one is allowed to rest until we find the Prince and Princess!"
His subordinates responded in unison, acknowledging his orders. Looking at the mountains stretching endlessly before them and the sheer cliffs that loomed high, they found themselves at a loss for how to proceed. After pondering for a moment, Pei Zhirui ultimately decided to light torches with Feng Ren and the others and cautiously make their way down the mountain.
However, after traveling a short distance, they discovered that there was no path forward; they could not reach the bottom of the cliff. Even skilled practitioners of lightness skill would struggle to safely descend without any tools. Pei Zhirui sighed in feigned resignation and instructed everyone to halt their advance temporarily, waiting until dawn to seek alternative routes.
Meanwhile, Feng Ren and his two companions were deeply concerned for their lord and lady's safety and did not follow Pei Zhirui. Relying on their exceptional lightness skills, they successfully slid down to the bottom of the cliff by dawn. When daylight broke, they found the remnants of a smoldering fire but were dismayed to discover that there was no sign of the Prince and Princess nearby.
At midnight, at the bottom of the cliff, the biting cold wind howled fiercely, and with the drastic temperature drop, Gu Qingning curled up tightly in Pei Zhiqing's embrace, fast asleep.
Unbeknownst to her, Pei Zhiqing sensed something unusual about Gu Qingning's body. He reached out to touch her forehead and was startled by the heat radiating from it; he shivered slightly in surprise. Sitting up straight with a furrowed brow, he gently shook her awake while softly calling out, "Qing'er, wake up! You have a high fever."
In this desolate wilderness under a moonless night with fierce winds blowing, there was no way to bring her fever down. If it continued like this, her mind might become muddled. "Qing'er, wake up," he urged again.
"Mother, I miss you so much. Where are you?" Gu Qingning murmured in a daze, lost in a hazy world of white confusion.
Pei Zhiqing felt her body; she was burning hot as if she had fallen into a furnace. At that moment, Gu Qingning lay with her arms wrapped around her chest and her eyes tightly shut, unable to hear Pei Zhiqing's calls. Instead, she felt as if she had plunged into an ice cellar—cold as frost—shivering uncontrollably.
Trapped between ice and fire, Gu Qingning was completely unconscious, oblivious to everything around her. Pei Zhiqing, feeling helpless, had no choice but to think of another way. He looked up at the layers of mist that obscured the path ahead, pondering for a moment before lifting Gu Qingning onto his shoulder and moving forward by instinct.
He knew that as dawn approached, someone would surely come looking for them, but he could not wait any longer. The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, piled high, making it impossible to see what lay ahead. He also had to remain vigilant against the various wild beasts lurking in the deep mountains.
Pei Zhiqing carried Gu Qingning step by step, feeling as though time had stretched endlessly. When he finally discovered a narrow path, the sky was already beginning to brighten. Not daring to stop, he continued forward with Gu Qingning on his back.
"Qing'er, let's sleep a little longer. You don’t need to sleep now; let me talk to you for a while, alright?"
"I'll tell you a little story. Back then, you were so charming and lovely, always chasing after a certain young man. You were a bit spoiled and loved to snatch the jujube pastries from his hands. Others would offer you treats, but you only wanted those from him. Tell me, was it then that you started to like me?"
As Pei Zhiqing reminisced about the past, a bittersweet smile crossed his face as he felt both amused and affectionate.
He gently placed Gu Qingning on the ground to rest for a moment and checked her forehead; it was still burning hot.
In her deep slumber, Gu Qingning heard a deep and resonant voice whispering many words into her ears. The voice was low and powerful, like a cool spring flowing into her chest, bringing comfort and relief.
Pei Zhiqing did not dare rest for too long. He continued along the narrow path with Gu Qingning on his back. After what felt like an eternity, he finally stood at the door of a thatched cottage as daylight broke.
He called out loudly for help from within. Before long, an old man emerged from inside.
Pei Zhiqing knelt before the elder and pleaded earnestly, "Old sir, please help me check on my wife; she has a high fever."
Seeing the two of them collapsed on the ground, the old man quickly shouted back into the house, "Wife! Come quickly!"
An elderly woman came out from inside and assisted in helping Pei Zhiqing carry Gu Qingning into the house.
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