Even in that critical situation last night, he kept her by his side.
At this moment, a guard pushed her wheelchair over, and Gu Ziyu helped her sit in the wheelchair again, her tone much gentler.
"We'll wait here for half a day and then head back to the city in the afternoon. Don't worry."
Su Wanwan gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, trying her best to control her emotions: "Okay."
Gu Ziyu sensed that something was off about her, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
He simply asked someone to take good care of her, and then went out to lead a patrol around the area.
Perhaps they were terrified.
He thought to himself.
Judging from the dried bloodstains on her clothes, this pampered young lady probably hadn't experienced anything like what happened last night.
This place is alright.
That section of road in the city was truly a scene of utter devastation.
It was like purgatory.
Debris everywhere.
Dismembered body parts were mixed together with wood chips, rubble, and bricks.
The ground was covered in blood and foam, and the soil was stained red.
Cannons rendered traditional armor obsolete.
No matter who it is, no matter how noble their status or how skilled they are in martial arts, once hit by a cannonball, they can't even be pieced back together as a complete corpse.
This scene is so breathtaking.
Even though he had spent several years training on the frontier, he felt extremely heavy-hearted.
Who knows, one day I might be the one reduced to fragments and rubble.
The root of all this is that some people are insatiable and always want to gain more power and a higher status.
It wasn't until the hour of You (5-7 PM) that Su Wanwan got into the carriage, and it was already dark when they arrived at the Su family home.
Gu Ziyu watched as the wheelchair was pushed into the Su family's gate.
Soldiers were stationed all around the Su family's residence, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps.
His eyes darkened slightly, a hint of malice flashing within them, and he turned and left.
The man still has the energy to set up sentry posts here, so what major problem could there be?
Su Wanwan stayed in bed for three days, only occasionally asking Heying if there was any movement outside.
He Ying shook his head: "The capital is under martial law these days, and even vegetable vendors can't come out."
Su Wanwan lay there blankly.
If he dies, there will be a funeral bell tolling, and a 27-day national mourning period will begin.
Or perhaps the successor to the throne was still undecided, so the emperor's death was kept secret until a successor was chosen.
This is the worst possible outcome.
Of course, it's also possible that he was just injured.
But the image of him carrying her and hurriedly moving away involuntarily flashed through her mind.
And the scene where he rushed over to protect her.
Lu Youting's words kept creeping into my ears: "Later, you almost died in Jiangnan, was it all because of her?"
My maternal grandmother once said that he fell in love with a beautiful woman in Jiangnan, and he almost died because of her.
This beautiful woman...it's her?
He didn't say a word about it.
Even though she was already married, she tore up the sachet she had given him.
She had clearly rejected his advances time and again.
I only go to him when I need to use him for something.
How could he be so stupid?
He was clearly such a shrewd person, a crown prince praised for his intelligence by more than twenty imperial tutors.
The next morning, Heying came to make the bed and asked with concern:
"Girl, why is your pillow wet? Are you feeling unwell?"
Su Wanwan silently drank her porridge, and after a long while she only said, "It's nothing."
He Ying looked at the bird's nest porridge she had only eaten a few mouthfuls of and carefully advised:
“Young lady, please drink more. You haven’t been eating much these days. If you keep going like this, your health will collapse.”
Su Wanwan simply said, "It's alright."
He quickly went back to bed.
He Ying watched as Su Wanwan grew thinner and thinner, listless and dazed all day long. He was extremely anxious, but he was really at a loss.
She went to the Marquis of Changning's residence to tell him about Su Wanwan's situation.
Madam Chen simply sighed.
He instructed her to take good care of him and sent a reliable doctor to examine him, but he himself did not show up.
He Ying was disappointed, but she could understand.
The atmosphere in Beijing recently can be described as "feeling like a crane in the wind," with the streets deserted.
Every now and then, fully armed soldiers would walk by, saying they were searching for traitors.
Listening to the soldiers chatting by the roadside, they learned that the Empress Dowager's younger brother, Marquis Anren Wang Jun, had been seriously injured.
Although Madam Chen was the young lady's maternal grandmother, she was also a relative by marriage.
If you get targeted and injured by thieves, that would be terrible.
In the end, she sent someone to the Duke of Anguo's mansion to find Gu Ziyu, hoping that he might be able to offer some advice.
Gu Ziyu arrived, looking travel-worn.
Seeing Su Wanwan, who had lost a lot of weight and was lying listlessly in bed, he frowned and asked, "Are you sick?"
"I had a doctor come and examined me. He said there was nothing wrong with me, just that I was depressed and melancholy."
He Ying was just a maid, and she really had no other choice.
Gu Ziyu remained silent for a long time before finally saying:
"Yesterday was the Emperor's birthday. He received congratulatory gifts from civil and military officials and envoys from foreign countries in the Fengtian Hall."
Su Wanwan, who had been sleeping with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them upon hearing this.
The heavy shackles on my heart were suddenly removed.
His health seems to be fine, given that he was able to come out and receive congratulatory gifts from the court officials.
That's good.
Gu Ziyu looked at her quietly, a wave of bitterness washing over him.
"Sister Wanwan, don't you have anything you want to ask me?"
His clear voice carried a hint of melancholy.
Su Wanwan slowly came to her senses.
A feeling of shame welled up inside me.
After pausing to think for a while, he asked, "Didn't you go out of Beijing on official business?"
Gu Ziyu sat down on the chair by the bed and spoke with her head slightly lowered.
“I was originally ordered to go to Xuanfu on business, but when I heard that you had an accident, I rushed back to the capital.”
"I didn't dare to think about anything the whole way... I don't know what I would do if something happened to you."
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