Chapter 786 Both Mothers Agreed
Song Ruyan rushed out, her hair disheveled and her eyes bloodshot, like a lioness cornered. In her hand, she held a guard sword she had pulled down from the wall.
"I don't care who he is, I want his life!" Her shrill voice broke through the oppressive silence in the mansion.
"Ruyan!" Chu Ruohan rushed over with her men and hugged her tightly from behind. "Calm down! She ran away a long time ago. Where are you going to find her?"
"Let me go!" Song Ruyan struggled hard, the blade swinging wildly in the air, "My Gungun! My Gungun is still in there, and I don't know whether he's dead or alive! How can I stay calm!"
"That's why you have to stay calm!" Chu Ruohan's voice was filled with tears. She looked at Gu Qingchen, who was also covered in blood and standing in the corridor in a daze, and her heart ached beyond words.
"Doctor Qian is still in there! Are you rushing out now to distract him?"
These words were like a basin of cold water poured on Song Ruyan's head.
The knife in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.
His whole body went limp, he leaned on Chu Ruohan and burst into tears.
In the inner room, Doctor Qian, a famous medical expert in the capital, was standing by the bed.
The person lying on the bed was his son.
He stretched out his hand to take the medicine from the tray, but his hand, which was usually as steady as a rock, was shaking badly at this moment.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, there was silence in his eyes.
He picked up the medicine bottle and, with precise movements, sprinkled the powder on the deep wound on his son's back that was so deep that the bone was visible.
The bleeding finally and slowly stopped.
Doctor Qian's back was already soaked with cold sweat.
A few days later.
Gu Lu walked into the side hall of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion and placed a file on the table.
Gu Junze and Chu Ruohan are both here.
"How is it?" Gu Junze asked in a deep voice.
"Nothing." Gu Lu's face was grim. "The method was very clean, like a professional assassin. There was nothing suspicious in their records when they left the city. It was like they appeared out of thin air and disappeared out of thin air again."
The clue was cut off just like that.
Everyone fell silent.
The person behind this is incredibly meticulous.
Qian Zhenyun's bedroom was filled with a strong smell of medicine all day long.
Gu Qingchen stayed by the bed, never leaving.
She had lost a lot of weight, and her once bright eyes had lost their luster. She just stared stubbornly at the unconscious person on the bed.
That afternoon, she was wringing a handkerchief, preparing to wipe his face, when the person on the bed suddenly moved his fingers.
Gu Qingchen's movements froze instantly.
She held her breath and stared at him motionlessly.
His eyelids trembled a few times with difficulty and slowly opened a crack.
The cracked lips moved, emitting a faint, hoarse syllable.
"water……"
Gu Qingchen seemed to have had a switch pressed. He suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly went to pour water.
The teacup made a clinking sound because of her trembling.
She held up his head and carefully fed the water into his mouth.
"Qingchen..." Qian Zhenyun looked at her, with some spirit in his eyes. He wanted to force a smile, but it pulled at his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.
"Don't move! Don't talk!" Gu Qingchen hurriedly held him down. "Uncle Qian said you were seriously injured and you need to rest well."
Qian Zhenyun looked at her red eyes and said nothing. He just raised his uninjured hand and held her hand on the edge of the bed with difficulty.
Her hands were cold and trembling slightly.
He used his body temperature to warm her little by little.
Gu Qingchen did not struggle and let him hold her hand. Tears finally fell silently, drop by drop, hitting the back of his hand.
East Palace.
Zhao Chen sat behind the cold desk, listening to the eunuch's report below.
"...Young Master Qian suffered serious injuries while rescuing Miss Gu, and his life is now in danger. His Majesty has specially dispatched an imperial physician, delivering countless precious medicinal herbs. Word is spreading throughout the capital that Young Master Qian is a man of integrity and loyalty, and that he and Miss Gu are a match made in heaven..."
"A match made in heaven?" Zhao Chenan repeated these four words in a low voice and suddenly laughed.
That laughter was hollow and sad.
He lost.
A complete defeat.
He tried every possible means, but all he got was her disgust and contempt.
Qian Zhenyun did nothing but stayed by her side and guarded her silently, and he got everything he had dreamed of.
The hero saves the beauty and protects her with his own life.
How can Gu Qingchen repay such a great favor?
I can only promise you my body.
Zhao Chenan slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the dead locust tree in the yard.
He suddenly understood.
What he did wrong was not his means or his scheming.
His mistake was that he was the prince.
As long as he was the crown prince of the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the future emperor, Gu Qingchen would always look at him with caution and scrutiny in his eyes.
She would not believe his sincerity and would only think that it was another calculation.
He will never get her pure affection.
Zhao Chenan slowly closed his eyes, a self-deprecating arc appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He lost to his own identity.
Qian Zhenyun's thumb gently stroked the back of Gu Qingchen's hand.
Gu Qingchen's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously tried to pull his hand back, but he was held even tighter.
"Don't cry."
His voice was still weak, but gentle, "For someone like me, it's not worth it."
"You're a fool."
Gu Qingchen sniffed, raised his red and swollen eyes, and glared at him, "Who told you to rush over? Didn't you ever think you might die?"
Qian Zhenyun smiled, and some color finally appeared on his pale face.
"I can't think about that anymore." He looked at her, his eyes so focused that they seemed to suck her in. "Seeing that knife pointed at you, nothing else came to my mind."
He paused and held her hand a little tighter.
"Qingchen, I'm afraid if I don't tell you, I won't have another chance."
Gu Qingchen's heart was in her throat. She had a premonition of what he was going to say and wanted to interrupt him, but she couldn't utter a word.
"I've been attracted to you. For a long time."
His voice was very soft, but it was like a thunder, exploding in Gu Qingchen's mind.
"It's not because you're the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, nor is it because of anything else. It's simply because you are Gu Qingchen."
The bedroom was so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats.
Gu Qingchen looked at the frank and passionate affection in his eyes, and at his knuckles that turned slightly white due to nervousness, and his mind went blank.
She opened her mouth and was about to say something.
With a creaky sound, the door was gently pushed open.
Chu Ruohan and Song Ruyan walked in with a bowl of freshly cooked ginseng soup.
The worry on their faces froze the moment they saw the scene in the room.
They saw their son and daughter holding hands, one lying on the bed and the other sitting beside the bed, looking into each other's eyes. The atmosphere... was unusual.
Gu Qingchen felt like being pricked by a needle. He suddenly shook off Qian Zhenyun's hand, stood up as if he had been electrocuted, and his cheeks turned red instantly.
"Mom! Aunt Song!"
She lowered her head and twisted the corners of her clothes with her hands helplessly, wishing there was a crack in the ground for her to crawl into.
"Mom, I..."
Qian Zhenyun was also a little nervous and tried to force himself to sit up.
Chu Ruohan quickly stepped forward and held him down.
"Don't move, the wound is about to open."
She glanced at her daughter, who looked like she was about to catch fire, then looked at the young man on the bed, whose eyes were full of expectation and anxiety, and suddenly smiled.
She turned her head and looked at Gu Qingchen, "Mom agreed."
Gu Qingchen looked up suddenly, his eyes full of surprise.
Song Ruyan also laughed. She put the ginseng soup in her hand heavily on the table, walked forward, tucked in the corners of her son's quilt, and added happily.
"Both mothers agree!"
Qian Zhenyun was lying on the bed, stunned at first, then a huge light burst out of his eyes, and his face, which was pale due to blood loss, also turned red.
He looked at Gu Qingchen, who was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, grinned and laughed silently.
"You...you..." Gu Qingchen stuttered and couldn't even finish a word.
"We what?" Song Ruyan walked over and grabbed Gu Qingchen's hand, holding it tightly as if she was afraid she would run away. "I've been looking forward to this day for a long time!"
Chu Ruohan smiled and nodded, her eyes full of tenderness as she looked at her daughter.
She walked to the bedside and tucked the corner of the quilt for Qian Zhenyun, speaking very quietly.
"Good boy, you have suffered. When your injury is healed, your aunt will take care of you."
The meaning of this statement is clear.
Qian Zhenyun nodded vigorously, but his eyes were always glued to Gu Qingchen, burning hotly.
Gu Qingchen felt uncomfortable all over. He was caught between the gazes of his two mothers and Qian Zhenyun, as if he was being roasted on a fire.
She stamped her foot violently.
"I'll go see if the medicine is ready!"
After saying that, without waiting for their response, he turned around and ran out of the bedroom.
Outside the door, the afternoon sun was shining brightly. She leaned against the porch pillar, covering her burning face with her hands, her heart still beating uncontrollably.
Everything happened too fast.
From the brink of life and death, to confessing one's true feelings, to the approval of the elders.
But only for a moment.
Her life seemed to be determined like this.
From the bedroom, Song Ruyan's suppressed laughter could be heard.
"This girl is shy."
Chu Ruohan also smiled: "Let her be, let her recover on her own."
The two smiled at each other, and everything was said without words.
She was still responsible for taking care of him, but the atmosphere would never be the same again.
She didn't dare look him in the eyes as she fed him the medicine.
He would secretly grab her hand when she wasn't paying attention, and squeeze it in his palm.
She would pull it back quickly as if she had been burned, and then glare at him angrily.
But there was no killing power in that look, instead it seemed to contain a hint of water.
Qian Zhenyun's injury healed quickly with such careful care.
A month later, he was able to get out of bed and walk.
But the scar on his back was a grim reminder to everyone of how dangerous that day was.
That day, Gu Qingchen accompanied him to bask in the sun in the yard.
He was wearing a loose casual suit. He was still thin, but his complexion looked much better.
"Qingchen." He suddenly spoke.
"Hmm?" Gu Qingchen was staring at the koi in the pond in a daze.
"When I get better, let's go to Yunqi Temple outside the city." Qian Zhenyun looked at her profile. "I heard that the Bodhisattva there is very powerful. I want to go and fulfill a wish."
Gu Qingchen turned his head and looked at him.
"Repay a vow?"
"Yes." Qian Zhenyun smiled, with a glint in his eyes. "Thank you, Bodhisattva, for keeping you by my side."
Gu Qingchen's heart skipped a beat again. She turned her head away so that he wouldn't see her red cheeks.
"Smooth talk."
Having said that, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.
Two months later, it was already early summer in the capital.
Qian Zhenyun's injury was completely healed.
However, the case of his assassination remained unsolved. The Dali Temple and the Jingji Guards investigated for a long time, but apart from finding out that the men were assassins, there was no further progress.
The mastermind behind the scenes is like a poisonous snake, hiding in the dark, and no one knows when he will show his head again.
This became a heavy stone weighing on the hearts of both families.
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