Shangjing Lotus Garden
It was midnight on Qixi Festival. In the study, Gu Zijun and Gu Qianluo sat facing each other, with a light blue bottle on the table.
Gu Zijun frowned, picked up the bottle on the table, shook it, gave her a deep look, and asked in confusion,
"Luo'er, you came all this way in the dead of night, is there something important you want to discuss with me?"
"Brother, do you know that Father is ill?"
"I know that after my father fell ill with heart disease, his physical condition deteriorated day by day."
I have already dispatched the best doctors to the capital, but so far they have been unable to find a cure for my father.
“Brother, according to Luo’er’s judgment, Father is not only suffering from a heart ailment, but has also been poisoned.”
Upon hearing this, Gu Zijun's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his fists clenched, and he asked in a cold voice,
"Poisoning? Does Luo'er have any evidence?"
“Brother, look, this is the blood I extracted from Father’s body. This side is the poison-testing potion I prepared.”
Gu Qianluo then mixed her father's blood into the poison-testing agent, and soon, white bubbles appeared on the surface of his blood.
"What is this?" Gu Zijun stared in disbelief at the boiling blood in the dish.
"It's diluted poison. Brother! You can't trust the servants in the Gu household anymore!"
“Starting tomorrow, I will send people from Heyuan to the Gu residence. Father’s meals will also be taken care of by the servants from Heyuan.”
"Yes! This is the antidote prescription that Luo'er researched for her father. As long as he takes it continuously for two months, it will force the poison out of his body."
"Alright! I will ask the doctor to prepare it for him tomorrow."
After explaining the matters concerning the Gu family, Gu Qianluo recalled the pale face of Old Madam Gu and said with pity,
“Brother, I went to the Gu residence today.”
Although my grandmother has forgotten many things, she still thinks of me from my childhood.
When you have free time, spend more time talking to her.
"Don't worry, Luo'er, they won't dare to harm their grandmother."
"By the way! Are you aware of the affair between the Lu family and Prefect Luo, and their purchase of an official position?"
"Hmm." A fierce glint appeared in Gu Zijun's eyes.
"Gather all the evidence. When I return, we must tell Father about the Lu family's shameful deeds."
"I understand, brother! But you, Luo'er, should be careful in the Free and Unfettered Sect."
Watching Gu Qianluo's departing figure, a complex emotion arose in Gu Zijun's eyes.
"If you hadn't married into the Marquis of Zhongyong's family in place of Gu Qianxue, would you be living such a life of wandering now?"
That night, Gu Qianluo, Zhuying, Qiao'er, and their group disguised themselves as young men from the neighborhood and blended into the bustling streets of the capital with the crowd.
I heard that on the Qixi Festival, unmarried women would come to the river to release river lanterns and pray for blessings. The area near the riverbank was already crowded with people.
"River lantern! My two junior sisters! I've never released a river lantern before. Could you come with me to release one and pray for my family?"
Qiao'er rushed out of the crowd and walked towards an elderly man with a physical disability on the riverbank.
"Boss, give me three river lanterns!"
"Girl, you are kind-hearted. I believe your wish will be heard by the River God and will be fulfilled soon."
"Hehe, thank you for your kind words, boss."
Qiao'er generously placed the river lanterns in Gu Qianluo and Zhuying's hands, and said happily, "Junlan, Cuiyu, let's go! Let's release the river lanterns."
Marquis Zhongyong Mansion of Shangjing
After two months of renovation, Luoying Hall has been renamed Ningxiang Pavilion.
Although Lin Ruoyan has not yet been married to Chen Jinheng, in the eyes of the Marquis and his wife, she has already begun to assume the responsibilities of a principal wife.
Ping'er sat upright at her desk, copying the "Precepts for Women" ten times a day as Lin Ruoyan had instructed.
But actually, Ping'er didn't like reading "Precepts for Women"; she preferred reading the Four Books and Five Classics.
For some reason, Lin Ruoyan forbade her from learning anything else, only allowing her to read the "Women's Precepts".
Lin Ruoyan slowly walked in from outside, her eyes gleaming with a cold light.
"Ping'er's handwriting is quite good. If you have any requests lately, you can tell your mother."
Ping'er had a sudden inspiration, put down her brush, and pleaded,
"Mother, tomorrow is Qixi Festival, and I want to go out and play in the streets with Ange'er."
"Hehe, of course."
"Mother, when will Father return? Has he sent a message?"
Upon hearing the word "letter," the gentle light in Lin Ruoyan's eyes suddenly turned cold and sharp.
"Hehe, your father is fighting the enemy at the border and has been reporting victories frequently. He will naturally return once the border bandits are quelled."
"Yes! That's good! Ping'er, go and rest now! Mother, you should rest too."
After Ping'er left, Lin Ruoyan dismissed the servants, took out a stack of family letters sent back from the military camp from her sleeve, and spread them out on the desk.
"Luo'er, how have you been lately? The matter at Chaolu Manor has been resolved, you don't need to worry..."
"Luo'er, are the Marquis and his wife well? Have Ping'er and An'ge'er been behaving themselves lately, and haven't they caused you any trouble?..."
"Luo'er, I miss you. Do you think of me? Perhaps not..."
"Luo'er, the bright moon hangs in the sky, the stars are shining, the beauty of the starry sky broadens my mind and amazes me."
It's a pity that no matter how beautiful the starry sky is, without you by my side, it's such a regret..."
"Luo'er, wait for me to come back!"
After reading Chen Jinheng's affectionate letters, one after another, Lin Ruoyan felt a raging fire burning in her heart, and her mind was on the verge of losing control.
With a "smash," the writing implements on the table were knocked to the ground and shattered into pieces, just like her broken heart.
These love letters from Chen Jinheng were several times more numerous than the family letters sent back to the Marquis's residence.
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