"No, that's not it," He Lin denied. He had come in plain clothes and was very cautious.
He concluded that no one knew about his departure from the palace.
His voice was still weak and feeble, and his body was swaying precariously.
Gu Qian shook his head, "Xiao Ran, it's not him."
At this moment, Qiu Yan thought of one person: Duan Xiang.
The servants watched this scene from afar, whispering amongst themselves. Cao and her daughter were among them, but ultimately dared not step forward.
Not far away, Qiu Xu and Qiu Ling'er arrived at the scene immediately after hearing the sounds of fighting.
They originally wanted to help, but found that they didn't need their help at all.
"Who could it be?" Gu Xiaoran pressed.
Then He Lin coughed heavily.
He clutched his chest in pain and pulled a short throwing knife from his side.
“Murder, murder weapon.”
Suddenly, a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his lips; clearly, he was injured.
The night was too dark and the wound too small, so no one noticed it.
He was thankful that he had acted in time. Otherwise, he would have been dead long ago.
Upon seeing this, Qiu Yan's expression changed drastically, and her palms were sweating profusely.
Gu Qian clenched his fist secretly and, together with Zhan Yue, supported He Lin's body at the first moment.
Then, he took the hidden weapon and examined it carefully, but found nothing.
Gu Xiaoran was dumbfounded.
It turned out that He Lin had taken the knife for him.
Clearly, the assassin in the shadows mistook He Lin, who was inside the room, for himself.
If it weren't for He Lin, he would have been the one injured.
That's why Father said it wasn't him.
Upon discovering that He Lin had already entered his bedroom with the help of his father and Zhan Yue, Gu Xiaoran hurriedly followed him inside.
Qiu Yan stopped and stood on the steps outside the courtyard, waiting quietly.
Inside the bedroom, He Lin leaned against Gu Xiaoran's bed because of Gu Qian and Zhan Yue's actions.
Zhan Yue wanted to find a doctor, but He Lin waved him off. He had no choice but to silently leave the room and wait outside.
His Majesty's injury at the General's Mansion is no small matter.
Therefore, He Lin did not want others to know.
Gu Qian had, of course, thought of this as well.
He started applying medicine to He Lin immediately.
"Bear with it."
"Hmm," even though He Lin was mentally prepared, he still hissed and groaned in pain.
"Gu Qian, be gentle."
He felt that Gu Qian was doing it on purpose.
However, Gu Qian only thought about stopping He Lin's bleeding as soon as possible.
When He Lin saw Gu Xiaoran follow him into the house, his pained expression softened.
"Jin'er." He Lin, holding onto the edge of the bed, sat up.
“If you won’t come to the palace with me, then I will accompany you.” He Lin seemed determined not to leave until Gu Xiaoran went with him.
He didn't want to lose Shu'er, and then lose Jin'er as well.
"No, I don't need to accompany you!" Gu Xiaoran walked behind Gu Qian.
"Jin'er, don't be so rejecting of me." He Lin wanted to be close to his own son, so he looked at Gu Qian.
"Gu Qian, tell him who I am!"
If he doesn't speak up, he'll go crazy.
Gu Xiaohou backed down: "I don't want to know, Father, I don't want to know!"
Gu Qian paused slightly, glanced at Gu Xiaoran, and then said, "You are His Majesty."
Qiu Yan, who was outside, also stiffened.
"Who am I?" He Lin's eyes were bloodshot.
Thinking of Shu'er, the heart-wrenching sorrow in his heart returned, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Your Majesty, the child is grown up, please don't pressure him."
Gu Qian's single sentence was enough to confirm He Lin's suspicions.
Jin'er already knew about their relationship.
Jin'er was deliberately distancing herself from him and always keeping her distance.
"Jin'er, I am your father! I am your father!"
He slowly got out of bed, took Gu Xiaoran's wrists with both hands, and then put his arms around his shoulders, looking intently into his eyes and brows.
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