The moonlight was like water, and after everyone had left, Guanju Courtyard was unusually quiet, as if one could hear the sound of the moonlight flowing.

She was too tired.

The events of the past two days had left her utterly exhausted; just walking from the east wing to here felt like she had used up all her strength.

Unable to stand any longer, her blood churned in her chest, and she finally lost control, vomiting blood that stained her lips crimson.

She tried to wipe it off, but her body swayed...

Yun Zhuo stood by the door and frowned slightly when she saw this scene. Could she really be so useless as to faint?

The next instant, he watched helplessly as Ye Qingxue collapsed to the ground with a "thud".

Yun Zhuo: "..."

He strode over, squatted down, and felt Ye Qingxue's pulse, his brows furrowing even deeper beneath his mask.

Her pulse was extremely erratic, as if a ball of fire was rampaging through her body, and her body was so weak that it couldn't withstand it at all, as if it was about to burst open.

Just as they were about to call Huiqi to take her away and invite Xiangsizi over, a gust of wind suddenly blew through the courtyard, carrying a strange fragrance...

Yun Zhuo froze, held his breath, and covered Ye Qingxue's mouth and nose. He only let go when he reached his limit and then breathed heavily.

Yun Zhuo felt a wave of dizziness. He noticed that Ye Qingxue had fallen into an even deeper sleep, and the fragrance from earlier was indeed very strange.

He immediately ordered, "Seven, go see what kind of filthy thing has gone by!"

Grey Seven leaped out of the darkness and chased after the shadow, heading towards the other courtyards of the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence. What could it be?

At the same time.

Despite the pain in his knees, Ye Cunjin stood at the entrance of the Marquis's residence and tried to persuade the officials from the Dali Temple, who had been sent by the emperor, to return home.

Fortunately, Minzhi invited a retainer from the Prince Ding's residence, and with pressure from the Prince Ding's people, the Dali Temple officials finally agreed to leave.

But they didn't forget to hint to Ye Cunjin that he should remember to give him the money later and that he should remember to go to the palace to apologize the next day.

After seeing them off, Ye Cunjin breathed a sigh of relief, but then a retainer from the Prince Ding's residence came forward and presented Ye Cunjin with an invitation.

"His Highness's injuries have almost healed, and he has specially invited the Second Miss to go out for a stroll tomorrow. He has already ordered people to arrange boats for a lake tour, and the Prince Ding's carriage will come to pick up the Second Miss early tomorrow morning."

Ye Cunjin held the invitation as if it were a hot potato, because he thought of Ye Yabing's face, crisscrossed with scars.

If the Prince of Ding discovers this...