Ling Piaomu was quarrelsome with Jiang Qi every day, but Gu Xiyue could tell that Ling Piaomu cared a lot about him.
Being protective of her own people, now that Jiang Qi had been injured, she would definitely seek out Gu Zhiqi.
As for whether she would actually make a move, she was uncertain.
She was also unsure about Gu Zhiqi’s current cultivation level, and even more uncertain about her current temperament.
Unable to stop Ling Piaomu, the safest method was to find her something to do, to use work to keep Ling Piaomu occupied first.
Once she finished dealing with the matters in Yan City, she would go to see Gu Zhiqi herself.
Ling Piaomu knew her too well; any move she made would be detected.
But Fu Xiyan was different.
Hearing Gu Xiyue say this, Fu Xiyan indeed recalled what Fu Hong had mentioned about the Immortal Medical Alliance sending people to Sen City to invite the Vice Alliance Hierarch.
It seemed that among those sent, there was Ling Piaomu, whom Gu Xiyue had mentioned.
"It’s rare for you to ask me for a favor, so I’ll take care of it," said Fu Xiyan.
"Thank you, Apprentice-Nephew Fu," Gu Xiyue expressed her gratitude.
"No need to thank me, Little Master Aunt," said Fu Xiyan with a voice cold and clear as ice, yet this address of "Little Master Aunt" seemed to carry a hint of resigned compromise.
Upon hearing this, a trace of a smile appeared on Gu Xiyue’s cool face.
Seeing this, Fu Xiyan paused for a moment before also curving his lips slightly.
Looking at Gu Xiyue, he asked, "Where to?"
Hearing this, Gu Xiyue looked at him and replied, "Are you going back to the hospital?"
"I’m also going back to the hospital," said Gu Xiyue as she took out her phone again.
"The hospital? Who’s sick?" asked Fu Xiyan as he started the car.
Hearing this, Fu Xiyan, not particularly concerned, didn’t inquire further.
Dusk fell, the night breeze gently blew, and the moonlight softly draped over the earth.
In Yueqi Village at night, the sounds of insects were everywhere.
The Gu Family courtyard.
Under the eaves, Tang Yun was holding a needle, deeply engrossed in embroidery, while Gu Chengcheng brought a stool over to sit beside her. Resting his chin in his hands, he stared off toward the gateway and eagerly asked, "Mom, why hasn’t Eldest Sister Qiqi come back yet?"
Hearing this, Tang Yun smiled gently, "She should be back soon."
"Oh," Gu Chengcheng responded softly, still resting his chin on his hands, continuing to stare at the gateway with a look of longing.
After an indeterminable amount of time, figures finally appeared at the entrance.
The sleepy Gu Chengcheng instantly became fully alert, jumping to his feet, "Eldest Sister Qiqi, you..."
Seeing the people that appeared at the door, Gu Chengcheng stopped himself and just stood there, staring blankly.
At the doorstep, about a dozen figures clad in black had appeared.
Tall and imposing, they each brandished a cold, gleaming broadsword in their hands as they entered.
"Who... who are you?" Gu Chengcheng asked with a trembling voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Yun scooped him up with one hand and held him protectively in her arms.
"Who are you?" Tang Yun watched coldly as several people suddenly barged into the Gu Family courtyard, asking with an icy voice.
"Second Miss, long time no see," said the leading figure in black.
Upon hearing this, Tang Yun’s expression changed drastically, a look of vigilance quickly rising in her eyes, as she coldly addressed the several figures in black, "What Second Miss? You’ve mistaken your person."
"We’re all old acquaintances here; there’s no mistake," the lead figure replied, then lifted his hand to pull down the black cloth covering his face, revealing a lean visage with a smile directed at Tang Yun.
At this, Tang Yun’s pupils contracted slightly, as she instinctively took a step back, a surge of hatred and hostility rushing through her chilly gaze.
"Second Miss, don’t be so tense," said the figure in black, the smile deepening at the corners of his mouth, his eyes nearly reduced to slits.