Suddenly, a cold breeze swept by, and Wei Chengyuan abruptly opened his eyes, with a dark gleam in his amber pupils.
A few yellow leaves fluttered down, and after a moment of hesitation, Wei Chengyuan dashed out of the courtyard where Gu Lan resided, sword in hand.
Zhongcui Palace.
"Are you certain, Yuan is truly outside Gu Lan's quarters!?"
Consort Qian looked at the masked figure kneeling at her feet, her face furious, eyes filled with panic and resentment.
"Absolutely certain, Your Highness, I saw it with my own eyes, Yuan holding a sword following Young Master Gu and the young prince back to Xiefang Palace, hiding in the shadows, seemingly protecting Gu Lan's safety."
Consort Qian swayed slightly, almost fainting.
She muttered through gritted teeth, "Anyone else, Yuan, you need not like me, liking others is fine, but why, still get involved with Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, still get involved with Gu Lan..."
