Gu Qingheng had actually heard the disturbance outside long ago, but with Gu Yao there, he was not worried, let alone with the presence of the esteemed Dao Xuzi nearby—if there truly was danger, he wouldn’t stand idly by.
He had developed extraordinary hearing because of his inner strength and his blindness, yet he hadn’t expected that this young girl would also be so perceptive.
The more time he spent with her, the more he realized how many secrets this young girl harbored, but still, he would never ask.
Although Yang Ruxin had covered Gu Qingheng with a quilt, she did not leave. She had heard someone lure Gu Yao away, and at first, she thought nothing of it, as ordinary people couldn’t trouble Gu Yao. However, within a short while, someone else arrived, so it was clear that their plan was to draw the tiger away from the mountain, targeting Gu Qingheng.
She wasn’t sure how many people had come, so what she had to do was protect Gu Qingheng. The medicine bath required soaking for two hours; otherwise, not only would it be useless, but the poison might even rebound.
To be on the safe side, though, Yang Ruxin still let Xiaolun out to stand guard next door; she feared these cruel people might harm her own family in desperation.
Xiaolun flicked its tongue and whooshed away.
However, Yang Ruxin suddenly thought of the Feng Family. She seemed to be outside, didn’t she? Could she be in danger?
"My mother won’t be in trouble," Gu Qingheng, sensing Yang Ruxin’s concern, said softly, "She knows to hide herself at the first sign of trouble. We know how to protect ourselves."
Yang Ruxin nodded, a touch of admiration flashing in her heart. That was the best approach; she disliked those who lacked the ability yet insisted on protecting everyone, only to end up as a burden.
The intruders had already entered the house by then, but seemed unclear about the situation inside and dared not barged in recklessly.
"You’ve come all the way to the door, why not come in, sit down, and have a chat?" Yang Ruxin chuckled and then abruptly flung open the door.
Just as Gu Qingheng, out of concern, was about to speak, he heard a muffled grunt; but his heart steadied—it wasn’t Xinxin’s voice.
"You little thing, weren’t you told to stay home and watch the house?" Yang Ruxin had not expected Xiaolun to come back, let alone bite the intruder right away, saving her the trouble.
Xiaolun flicked its tongue; it had summoned its mates to watch over the Yang Family’s surroundings. Should anyone truly break in, there would surely be some disturbance.
"You’ve used poison?" The man clutched his wrist in pain but showed no intention of leaving.
"You should feel lucky that the poison didn’t kill you," Yang Ruxin sneered, "Spill it. Who sent you? What are you here for? Confess for leniency, resist for harshness. I held back just now, didn’t poison you to death. But I can’t guarantee leniency next time. And I assure you, no matter how fast you are, you’re not faster than how quick I can strike." Actually, it was Xiaolun’s speed that was astonishingly fast—she had tested this with Gu Yao.
"Xinxin, he is one of the Eighth Prince’s men," Gu Qingheng suddenly said.
Yang Ruxin frowned.
The man tore off the cloth from his face and then, bowing with a fist in hand, said, "Subordinate Weng You at your service, Master Gu, Miss Yang." That damned Weng Ji, claiming he was sending himself and Weng Ming over to help and to casually test Master Gu’s strength on the side. Look where that got him—trapped himself. He would settle the score with him if he got the chance to go back.