As long as my son is safe and sound, what does a minor injury count for?
Sherry stepped forward, took Gan Yuan’s arm, and examined it, "Although the wound is not deep, it would be better to go back to your room and treat it."
"We’ll go now." Gan Tang immediately took hold of Gan Yuan’s palm and led her toward the direction of the main building.
Being pulled forward by the little one, Gan Yuan turned to look at Sherry and the others.
"Don’t mention this to the Duke."
Given Huangfu Jue’s personality, if he knew about this, he would certainly not let it go easily.
Just now, she had heard the bodyguard call out Nancy’s surname, Locke, which she had also heard of. The surname belonged to one of the ancient noble families of A Country, and judging by that person’s arrogance, the Locke family must also hold a significant status in A Country. She didn’t want to cause trouble for Huangfu Jue because of her.
He was a prince, the heir, and a future king, and to govern a country, it was of course better to have as few enemies as possible.
"But..." the bodyguard said helplessly, "the Duke doesn’t like it when people lie to him."
Those who knew him were aware of the price of lying to him.
This kind of matter could not be concealed forever; if one day it leaked out, and the Duke decided to investigate, Gan Yuan was his darling and would naturally be unharmed, but they could not afford the consequences.
Hearing the words "lie," Gan Yuan’s heart couldn’t help but sink.
"Then... I will tell him!"
When the time came, she would try to put it gently so as not to upset him.
Still, the few bodyguards were visibly worried.
It was only Gan Yuan’s second day, and such an incident had occurred. They couldn’t help but dread what his reaction would be when he found out.
Fortunately, both mother and son were not seriously hurt; otherwise, they would certainly have been to blame.
Upon returning to the main building’s living room, Sherry immediately instructed the servants to bring the medicine box and personally attended to Gan Yuan’s wound, gently reminding her, "Nancy is Duke Locke’s youngest daughter and has always been his favorite. The next time you encounter her, it’s better to avoid any direct contact."
Knowing that the other party meant well, Gan Yuan’s lips turned up in a slight smile.
"What do you know about this Qian Xueying?"
Sherry shook her head, "I don’t know much."
"I know!" A maid eagerly spoke up, "One of my friends works as a maid in the Locke Family, and I’ve seen her several times. She was a classmate of Nancy’s when studying in M Country, and they were very close. She came here during summer vacation with Nancy and saved the Duchess’s life. Knowing her parents had passed away early, Duke Locke bestowed upon her the Locke surname and took her as his goddaughter. Now, everyone in the Locke Family treats her like a true young lady."
At the end, the maid didn’t forget to add her own comment.
"She’s not as arrogant and difficult as Miss Nancy; she’s very kind to the servants. The last time I went to the Duke Residence, she even gave me a box of chocolates!"
Gan Yuan nodded, watching as Sherry took out gauze to bandage her. She immediately drew back her arm.
"It’s not necessary."
Such a superficial wound was better left uncovered for faster healing, something she understood better than Sherry.
The phone on the table rang.
A maid answered the call and after listening for a moment, immediately brought the handset over to Gan Yuan.
Gan Yuan took the handset.
In the handset, there was the sound of a man’s warm and pleasant baritone.
"The meeting isn’t over yet, so I can’t join you for lunch."
"Mmm." The man murmured softly. As she thought he was about to hang up, the voice in the handset sounded again, "How are you?"