“Fortunately, they hadn’t done the betrothal ceremony. If they were to break the engagement later, that would be quite a spectacle,” the woman said, reaching out to feel Gu Qingtong’s forehead. “Still no fever, little girl. Be quick about it.”
“Yes,” came Lü Guo’s low voice.
“The master may be disappointed, but still loves her. Now he’s arranged a new maid for her.”
“Could Xia’er have helped Liang Qingniang with the plot?”
“You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?” The woman spat. “The master has invited a theater troupe today to teach the girls downstairs. I need to keep an eye on things. Take good care of Gu Qingniang.”
“Understood.”
Gu Qingtong listened to their chatter, gradually gaining more understanding. From what they said and considering Liang Qingniang’s behavior yesterday, it seemed this Liang Luoxi was not the original Liang Luoxi, but they were still enemies.
Hong Jie and Lü Guo had nothing more to discuss, and the room fell silent. Gu Qingtong’s fever gradually subsided with Lü Guo’s cool water, and after being forced to drink a bitter medicinal soup, she fell into a deep sleep again.
“Miss?” Green Fruit was also awakened, rubbing her eyes.
She looked at the empty bed and saw that Gu Qingtong had already lifted the bead curtain and gone out.
“Tong’er, Tong’er.” Young Master Yu Qing kicked past the doorkeeper and burst in, seeing the red candle lit in her room, and began calling for her.
Green Fruit rushed forward a step: “Miss, the Master said that during your recovery, no outsiders are allowed to meet you.”
“I want to see my master. He is not an outsider.” Although Gu Qingtong had not fully recovered, she had slept for a long time and was now full of energy. She quickly dodged Green Fruit and opened the door.
“Tong’er!” Young Master Yu Qing looked at the beautiful woman standing in the doorway, his eyes bright and fixed on her, delighted.
“Master.” Gu Qingtong looked at him curiously, having expected her master to be an older man, but he appeared to be just over twenty, much younger than Master Han.
“Tong’er, I heard Han Ruan’an hit you, truly without reason. How is your body now?”
“I’m fine.”
“That’s good. I will certainly seek justice for you later.”
