Those frivolous eyebrows and lazy voice instantly blew away Gu Qingyuan's worries.
Seeing that Gu Qingyuan didn't respond, Pei Jinting chuckled. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he saw someone pulling her into his arms. He couldn't put it down and pinched her face.
"Isn't Yuanyuan worried about being a husband?"
Gu Qingyuan was staggered by him, her hair tie and hairpin were taken off, and her hair was scattered on her shoulders.
She pried off Pei Jinting's fingers and glared at him angrily.
"Don't move your hands or feet."
But he did not deny that he was worried about Pei Jinting.
Pei Jinting couldn't help laughing, and instead of pinching her face, she played with her hair that fell down her shoulders.
"You almost died today, don't you want to ask what happened?" He lowered his head slightly, looked at her and asked.
Gu Qingyuan frowned. From Pei Jinting's neat response, she guessed that he must have encountered such assassinations often in the past.
The same should be true for this group of people today.
Pei Jinting has endless fame, and there are many people who hate him.
There are many people who want his life.
Not to mention anything else, the eldest prince and his family had a hundred reasons to take action.
But Pei Jinting asked this, letting her understand that things seemed to be different from what she thought.
She couldn't help but think of the vague smiling face in front of the carriage. Are these people here for her?
"Then who wants my life?" Gu Qingyuan asked.
If they were going for Pei Jinting, the group would simply attack him and try to capture him.
We won't allocate manpower to hold the door open and attack her.
Pei Jinting glanced at Gu Qingyuan and raised his eyebrows meaningfully.
"I think it's because others can't stand the fact that I have such a beautiful wife, and they are jealous of me..."
He held Gu Qingyuan's waist and tapped lightly with his fingertips, with an undisguised smile in his eyes.
Gu Qingyuan felt that her hands were extremely hot, and even the action of stroking the fabric seemed to have a meaningful meaning.
The tips of her ears turned red instantly, she pursed her lips and pushed his hand away,
"Let go, the carriage is coming."
I thought he was discussing today's assassination in a serious manner.
Unexpectedly, he would always end up at strange and weird points with all his twists and turns.
Fortunately, the carriage is here and there is no need to accompany him to talk nonsense.
Pei Jinting's palms were empty, he rubbed his fingertips reluctantly, and slowly watched Gu Qingyuan heading towards the new carriage.
It was late at night, and Duke Chengen's Mansion was not as noisy as it was during the day. There were only a few guards left to guard the house.
Gu Qingyuan and Pei Jinting went back to the house without meeting anyone, and went straight back to the backyard.
Logically speaking, the government should be informed about an assassination.
Not to mention asking for help, you should always make sure that everything is fine, right?
But neither Cheng Engong nor his wife, who was rumored to be very fond of Pei Jinting, showed up.
What is the situation in this mansion...
However, after returning to the courtyard, the maid yelled at her and immediately helped her change out of her blood-stained clothes.
"Madam, the water is ready. Do you want to take a bath?"
Gu Qingyuan said, "I can do it myself. You guys want to go take care of it."
The maid obediently left the bathing things in the room and bowed out.
Gu Qingyuan was immersed in the water, her hair spread casually behind her back, revealing only her slender and graceful shoulders.
In the water mist, her skin was like jade, and water droplets fell on it and could not be caught. The water droplets passed by and quickly submerged into the water.
While she was stirring up the water with her hands, she was thinking about the evening's events.
If someone really wanted to kill her, who would it be?
Over the years, she has stayed close to home, even though she has no particularly close friends.
But she has never offended anyone. Even if a woman in the harem wants to take revenge, even if she turns against him, it is just a dirty trick like backstabbing.
Where can I use assassins or something like that?
Thinking about it this way, she felt that she should have been innocently involved in Pei Jinting's matter.
Gu Qingyuan thought for a while in the water and felt that the water was a little cold, so she put on her clothes and stood up.
She never liked being cared for by others, and she did all the little things like bathing and changing clothes by herself.
It was late at night and she didn't need to go out. She didn't wear a tube top, just tied her shirt casually and went outside to twist her hair.
Before she left the clean room, she thought of Pei Jinting. When he came back, a subordinate came to report the assassin.
After thinking about it, I put on my clothes again, wrapped myself in a cloak, took out the porcelain bottle from the medicine box, carried the lantern, and went to the study.
Before he had gone far, he saw a piece of skirt swinging past his eyes, heading towards Pei Jinting's study.
Gu Qingyuan was slightly startled, thinking that her eyes were dazzled.
She slowly continued to move forward.
When she was about to reach the study room, someone suddenly blocked her.
"Madam, you want to go to the young master's study? The young master is discussing something with others right now. Madam, it's better not to disturb him, right?"
The person in front of me is not He Zheng who has been following Pei Jinting.
He seems to be Pei Jinting's personal attendant.
If He Zheng protects Pei Jinting's safety, then this person should take care of Pei Jinting's daily life.
However, she really didn't expect that Pei Jinting would still be discussing matters with others.
"He Fang, has your young master's injury been bandaged?" Gu Qingyuan thought of the hideous wound she saw on Pei Jinting just now.
He Fang, "Thank you madam for your concern. Someone is dressing the young master's wounds inside."
When he said there was someone there, his voice was a little unclear.
Gu Qingyuan only thought it was because the night wind blew it away.
She squeezed the porcelain bottle in her hand, lowered her eyes and smiled, inexplicably remembering the skirt that had just passed by her eyes.
Just in the next breath, the faint voices of men and women talking came from the direction of the study.
The voice was not loud and she couldn't hear clearly what was said, but Gu Qingyuan understood it immediately.
The night wind blew the lanterns on the corridor swaying, and the light and shadow changed.
So that’s it…
Gu Qingyuan smiled lightly, lowered her eyes, placed the porcelain bottle in her hand on the railing of the corridor, and said softly,
"This is the golden sore medicine used by my father in the army. It is most effective for sword wounds. You can bring it to your son. I won't bother you."
The night wind blew her broken hair, and more tiny sounds of men and women talking in the study were heard.
Gu Qingyuan held the lantern and turned around to leave without losing a breath.
Under the eaves of the corridor, He Fang was stunned for a moment.
Except for the small porcelain bottle, everything was empty.
Mrs. Gu heard the voices of the young master and Miss Chen Biao talking in the study, but she just left.
He also thought that this woman would inevitably make a scene.
After all, the young master must be somewhat doting on this woman when he snatched her into his house.
What's more, to be able to stay safely after being robbed into the mansion is because he covets the status of the young master and the glory of the young lady of the Pei family.
What such people fear most is having their love taken away from them.
Once he learns that there is a woman next to him, he will definitely make a fuss.
It's better to make a big fuss so that the young master can be disgusted and sent away as soon as possible.
He Fang thought, reached out and took the porcelain bottle, and just about to throw it into the corner.
"Who was here just now?" He Zheng hurriedly walked from the other end of the corridor.
He Fang hid the porcelain bottle in his sleeve pocket, "No one, oh, it was Miss Chen who heard that the young master was injured, and came to visit the young master with medicine..."
"Speaking of which, in this family, Miss Chen is the only one who feels sorry for the young master."