Chapter 785 It turns out that she has been unable to leave him for a long time.

Lin Jiayou stood there, his mind in a mess.

It shouldn't be like this, nothing should be like this. Every word Gu Qingchen said was like a needle, piercing him and leaving him with nowhere to hide.

All his plans and calculations became a complete joke at this moment.

Gu Lanxin struggled to get up from the ground, walked to him and grabbed his sleeve.

Her voice was trembling, with tears and a hint of humble begging, "Let's...let's go back to Jinguan City. Leave here and start over."

Return to Jinguan City?

Lin Jiayou's thoughts seemed to be suddenly pulled back by these words. Leaving the capital? Leaving all his resentment and ambition here?

He looked at Gu Lanxin's tearful and hopeful face, and what surged in his heart was not pity, but an indescribable irritation.

His plans were all messed up.

But right now, he seems to have no other way to go.

He closed his eyes and squeezed out a word from his throat: "Okay."

He said this word absentmindedly and perfunctorily.

Gu Lanxin's fingers that were grabbing his sleeve loosened slightly because of this word.

But when she raised her head and saw the undisguised boredom and coldness on his face, the little warmth that had just risen in her heart was instantly extinguished.

Her heart sank bit by bit.

The next day, an inconspicuous carriage stopped at the side door of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

The young prince of Prince Yong's Mansion, Lin Jingchuan, came in person.

The atmosphere in the main hall was depressing.

Gu Junze sat in the main seat with a grim face. Chu Ruohan's eyes were red and she turned her head away without looking at Gu Lanxin and Lin Jiayou who were kneeling below.

"Duke Gu, Madam." Lin Jingchuan was dressed in brocade, but his expression was a bit tired and solemn. "Jingchuan came here today to propose marriage to my good-for-nothing nephew. This matter... is Jiayou's fault. Please, Duke and Madam, give him a chance to make amends."

Don't air your dirty laundry in public.

Gu Junze looked at this nominal nephew, then at his niece who was kneeling on the ground in a daze, and felt as if his breath was stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down.

He snorted heavily as a response.

"Since the young prince has come personally, this matter is settled."

Lin Jiayou knelt on the ground, not saying a word from beginning to end, but with a sarcastic smile on his face.

It was not until the matter was settled and Lin Jingchuan asked him to get up that he slowly stood up and brushed off the non-existent dust on his knees.

He walked up to Lin Jingchuan and curled his lips.

"Uncle? He's really my good uncle." His voice was not loud, but full of sharp sarcasm.

"Now you know how to control me? Where were you from Prince Yong's Mansion when my mother died? I'm afraid you were hoping that I would die with you so that you wouldn't have to see anything!"

"Shut up!" Lin Jingchuan's face turned ugly in an instant.

He grabbed Lin Jiayou's arm and dragged him to the empty corridor outside the hall.

"I went looking for you back then!" Lin Jingchuan lowered his voice, his eyes filled with suppressed anger. "I went to the academy to look for you, but it was Qingchen who told me in person that you had returned to Jinguan City and were living well! Only then did I feel relieved!"

Lin Jiayou was shocked and looked at him in disbelief.

"The grudges of the previous generation are over." Lin Jingchuan looked at him with a complicated expression, "Your mother's death... is not what you think. Lin Jiayou, you should live for yourself, live uprightly!"

At night, in the guest room assigned to Lin Jiayou for temporary stay.

Gu Lanxin packed a simple bag for him, moving slowly and gently.

Lin Jiayou sat by the window, looking at the dark night outside, without saying a word.

Gu Lanxin walked to his side, gently took his hand, and placed it on her still flat belly.

Lin Jiayou's hand froze for a moment, and he wanted to pull it back, but did not move.

"Jiayou," Gu Lanxin's voice was very soft, with a hint of cautious tenderness, "It's all in the past. From now on, we will take care of the child and live a good life."

"As a mother, we all hope that our children can be safe and sound."

mother……

Lin Jiayou's heart felt like it was stabbed by something.

His hand on Gu Lanxin's lower abdomen was no longer so stiff.

Three days later, at the city gate of Beijing.

A simple carriage is preparing to leave Beijing.

Gu Lu, Gu Qingchen, and Qian Zhenyun all came to see him off.

Gu Lu walked up to Lin Jiayou with a look as sharp as a knife.

"Lin Jiayou, no matter who you have in your heart, from now on, treat my sister well. Otherwise, I, Gu Lu, will never forgive you, no matter where I go."

Lin Jiayou nodded silently.

Gu Qingchen looked at the two of them with a dazed expression. She tried hard to force a smile to make the atmosphere less solemn.

"I never thought that even though we couldn't be friends, you would become my brother-in-law."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Jiayou's body stiffened noticeably.

He raised his eyes to look at Gu Qingchen, and in those eyes that were always calculating, there was now a surge of complex emotions that others could not understand.

Qian Zhenyun took a step forward and spoke softly.

"Have a safe journey."

Lin Jiayou's gaze finally shifted away from Gu Qingchen and fell on Qian Zhenyun's face.

He suddenly smiled, and in that smile there was a hint of desolation as if everything had settled, and a hint of unwilling sarcasm.

He turned around and took a last look at Qian Zhenyun before getting on the carriage.

"It seems that among the three of us, you are the winner after all."

After saying this, he got into the carriage without looking back.

The car curtain dropped, blocking all sight.

Qian Zhenyun did not reply, but his eyes turned slightly and fell on Gu Qingchen beside him.

The wind blew her hair, and her eyes were looking in the direction of the carriage going away, wondering what she was thinking.

The carriage rumbled and soon disappeared at the end of the official road.

The wind blew through the empty suburbs, bringing a hint of coolness.

Gu Lu withdrew his gaze, turned to Qian Zhenyun, and patted him on the shoulder.

"I have official business to attend to, so I'll leave first. Qingchen, I'll leave it to you."

Qian Zhenyun nodded seriously.

"rest assured."

Gu Lu got on his horse and without saying anything more, he galloped off in another direction. Soon, only a black dot was left.

The only ones left in the world were Gu Qingchen, Qian Zhenyun, and the carriage behind them.

Qian Zhenyun looked at Gu Qingchen's profile, which was still looking into the distance.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Gu Qingchen came back to his senses and shook his head, "I just feel that things in this world are unpredictable."

She turned around and prepared to get in the car.

"Let's go back too."

Qian Zhenyun followed behind her and held the car door for her.

The carriage started slowly and headed towards the capital.

The car was very quiet, with only the sound of wheels rolling over the road.

Gu Qingchen leaned against the car wall and closed her eyes. After seeing Lin Jiayou off, she didn't feel relieved. Instead, she felt as if a stone was pressing down on her, heavy and burdened.

Suddenly, the carriage braked suddenly.

She fell forward uncontrollably and was caught by Qian Zhenyun.

"What's going on?" Qian Zhenyun's voice became deep.

The driver's frightened voice came from outside: "Sir, Miss, there is... there is an ambush!"

Before he finished speaking, several dark shadows rushed out from the woods on both sides of the road, holding long swords that gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and rushed straight towards the carriage.

"Protect Qingchen!"

Qian Zhenyun let out a low roar, protected Gu Qingchen behind him, lifted the curtain of the car, and kicked the assassin next to the driver away.

The flash of swords and the shadows of sabers exploded outside the car in an instant.

Gu Qingchen's heart was in his throat. He drew out the soft sword from his waist and looked out through the gap in the car window.

There were no less than ten people coming, all masked, and they attacked ruthlessly, with each move deadly.

Although Qian Zhenyun's guards were well-trained, the other side was well-prepared and had the upper hand in numbers.

"Their target is you, stay in the car and don't move!" Qian Zhenyun turned around and yelled at her, then drew his sword and joined the battle.

His swordsmanship was sharp and his body was agile. In a flash, two assassins fell under his sword.

But the assassin rushed towards him like a madman, regardless of life or death.

Gu Qingchen looked at himself being surrounded, and his heart felt like it was being clutched by countless hands.

At this moment, an assassin walked around the battle circle and chopped the wooden board of the carriage with a knife, and the sharp tip of the knife stabbed straight into her face.

"Qingchen!"

Qian Zhenyun's roar was heart-wrenching.

He suddenly pushed away the enemy in front of him, ignoring the knife coming from behind, turned around at an incredible speed, and held her tightly in his arms.

“Puff.”

The sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh was so dull that it was suffocating.

Gu Qingchen's eyes suddenly widened as she smelled a strong smell of blood.

The warm liquid flowed down Qian Zhenyun's back, soaked his clothes, and burned her hands.

The body holding her shook a little.

"Qian Zhenyun!"

Her voice was filled with trembling and fear that she herself hadn't noticed.

The assassin succeeded in his attack, but did not linger on. He exchanged glances with his companions, quickly retreated, and disappeared into the forest.

The guards were about to chase after them, but were stopped by Gu Qingchen's stern shout.

"Stop chasing! Hurry! Go back to the city! Find a doctor!"

Qian Zhenyun leaned on her, his face as pale as paper and his forehead covered with cold sweat.

"I'm fine..." He opened his mouth, his voice weak, "You...you're not hurt?"

Gu Qingchen looked at him, unable to control her tears any longer, and they fell down in big drops.

She tried to cover the wound on his back with her hand, but the blood would not stop flowing. It kept flowing out from between her fingers, staining her dress and her eyes red.

"Don't talk, don't talk!"

At the same time, on another official road.

In an inconspicuous carriage, Lin Jiayou slowly opened his eyes, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He lifted the curtain of the car and looked towards the direction of the capital.

Gu Qingchen, you will never be able to see your own heart clearly.

The hero saves the beauty and protects her with his own life.

I wonder how you can refuse such a favor this time.

This is the last time I help you before I leave.

Qian Zhenyun.

He lowered the curtains, blocking out everything from the outside world, his eyes filled with a bottomless darkness.

When Qian Zhenyun was carried back to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion by the guards, he had already fallen into a coma.

Gu Qingchen followed behind him in a daze, his hands and body covered in his blood.

She watched the maid carry out basins of blood, her mind going blank.

It was not until this moment that she realized it clearly.

She is afraid.

She was scared to death.

She was afraid that this person would die just like that.

She was afraid that in the future, no one would helplessly follow her and clean up the mess when she acted impulsively.

She was afraid that no one would ever look at her and smile at her with such focused eyes again.

She can't live without him.

It turned out that she had been unable to leave him for a long time.