After getting up, Gu Qinlan went to the study. She sat at the desk, picked up an ancient book, but her mind was not on it.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and Fuyu walked in. A hint of worry on her face, she said softly, "Your Highness, you didn't sleep well last night, did you?"

Gu Qinlan smiled gently, put down the book in her hand, and looked at Fuyu: "It's nothing, I just have some things I can't figure out."

Fuyu walked to Gu Qinlan's side, gently massaged her shoulders, and said softly, "Your Highness, you need to learn to relax so that you will have more energy to deal with the affairs of the manor."

Gu Qinlan nodded slightly, looking at Fuyu with a hint of gratitude in her eyes: "Thank you, Fuyu. I know you really care about me."

The two talked for a while longer, and Gu Qinlan's mood gradually improved.

With Fuyu by her side, she will not be lonely.

Just then, Zheng Fenghui held a small sword in his hand, the tip of which gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

He stormed into Gu Qinlan's courtyard in a rage, kicking the stone lion in front of the gate away with a loud bang.

The maids in the courtyard were terrified and hid in a corner, not daring to breathe.

Gu Qinlan was combing her hair in front of the mirror inside the room when she heard the noise outside. She frowned slightly, put down the wooden comb in her hand, and slowly walked out of the room.

Zheng Fenghui, holding a small sword, rushed up the steps with a flushed face, his eyes filled with anger and defiance.

The maids stood trembling to the side, saying in trembling voices, "Young master, what are you doing? Let's talk things out. Don't make such a mess of the courtyard."