Gu Qingyun raised an eyebrow and walked expressionlessly to his side.
Gong Yunxu held the Little Milk Bun in one arm while using his free right hand to take hers.
Gu Qingyun shrank back. “What are you doing?”
Gong Yunxu tightened his grip on her hand first, preventing her from retreating.
With a click, a silver ring appeared around Gu Qingyun’s wrist.
Gu Qingyun’s expression changed drastically. She pulled her hand back and discovered that the silver ring was connected to a chain. The other end of the chain was likewise attached to a silver ring, only that ring was worn around Gong Yunxu’s wrist.
“I was afraid Little Qing’er would get lost, so I had no choice but to tether her beside me.” Gong Yunxu sighed lightly. “See how considerate I am.”
“Not necessary!” Gu Qingyun shook the silver ring and said coldly, “Unlock it!”
Gong Yunxu smiled faintly, like the moon. “There is no key.”
Gu Qingyun: “……”
……
A quarter of an hour later, Gong Yunxu and Gu Qingyun walked through the mountains, one before the other.
The former was still carrying a cute and soft Little Boy in his arms.
One wore a radiant smile as charming as spring flowers, while the other had a face cold enough to suggest her parents had died.
Gu Qingyun walked slowly behind him, staring fixedly at the back of his head.
If gazes could become tangible, his head would already have been pierced by countless holes.
“Little Qing’er is truly passionate toward me. Even through the air, I can feel the fiery gaze you have fixed upon Your Husband. Still, I think I look better from the front.” Gong Yunxu suddenly turned around and spoke narcissistically to her.
“You look better when you’re not talking,” Gu Qingyun replied calmly and without emotion.
“Is that so?” Gong Yunxu approached her in surprise and blinked his charming peach blossom eyes. “Then, have you fallen for me?”
Gu Qingyun inhaled deeply. She… was about to lose control of the primordial power within her!
Just as Gu Qingyun was hesitating between knocking him unconscious to look for the key or slapping him twice to vent her anger, several footsteps suddenly sounded ahead.
“Imperial Preceptor Gong.”
A familiar male voice followed immediately.
Gu Qingyun looked up at the leading man walking toward them, and her pupils contracted slightly.
It was that man!
She immediately slipped behind Gong Yunxu, pressing her lips together without saying a word.
Zongzheng Xiaoran glanced in her direction and saw only a section of clothing. Judging by its color, it seemed to belong to a woman.
Since when had Gong Yunxu become so close to a woman?
The doubt flashed past.
Zongzheng Xiaoran’s attention was drawn away by Gong Yunxu’s words.
“What important matter brings Young Master Zongzheng back?” Gong Yunxu looked at him indifferently, distance showing in his eyes.
“Imperial Preceptor, you misunderstand. I merely lost a jade pendant my mother left me and came here to look for it. I did not expect to disturb you; I hope you will forgive me.” Zongzheng Xiaoran’s gaze fell on the Little Boy in his arms, his narrow eyes deep and profound. “Whose child is this? He is quite delicate-looking.”
“Mine,” Gong Yunxu replied carelessly, as though unaware of what a tremendous bombshell his words were.
Not to mention the household slave following behind Zongzheng Xiaoran, even the deeply calculating Zongzheng Xiaoran was startled. “If the Imperial Preceptor does not wish to say, then do not say it. There is no need to make such a joke.”
Who did not know that the Imperial Preceptor was entirely alone, with neither family nor wives and concubines? Where could a child have come from?
Zongzheng Xiaoran did not want to continue dealing with him and bid him farewell.
Unexpectedly, a white spirit mouse crawled out of the Steward’s sleeve, jumped to the ground, and quickly ran toward Gu Qingyun’s position.
“Eldest Young Master, she is there!” the Steward cried out in alarm.
That spirit mouse was called a Spirit-Scent Mouse. Its nose was exceptionally sensitive, allowing it to quickly locate a target by scent.
They had brought the Spirit-Scent Mouse out this time to search for the missing female slave.
A glint flashed through Zongzheng Xiaoran’s eyes. He suddenly darted behind Gong Yunxu and struck fiercely at Gu Qingyun.
Gu Qingyun dodged backward. Gong Yunxu raised a hand to block Zongzheng Xiaoran and asked with a half-smile, “What is Young Master Zongzheng doing?”
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