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Pei Zhiqing finished his performance and pulled Gu Qingning to lie down on the bed together, holding her as he drifted off to sleep.
When Gu Qingning awoke, the moon hung high in the sky, shining like a silver plate. Her stomach protested once again, reminding her of its hunger. She looked at Pei Zhiqing, who had also woken up, and smiled softly. "Husband, may I ask you a question?"
"Feel free to ask anything," Pei Zhiqing replied, a hint of a smile on his lips as he gently brushed aside the stray hair from her forehead, treating it as if it were a precious treasure.
"Did you know I would be attacked at the Buddhist Light Temple?"
Gu Yanzhen had clearly hired someone to deal with her, but ever since Pei Zhiqing saved her, she hadn't heard anything more about it. She had privately investigated those people, wanting to find them and teach them a lesson, only to coincidentally hear that they had been caught by the authorities.
"I didn't know you would go up the mountain that day; it was my mother's memorial day," Pei Zhiqing said as he sat up, half-embracing Gu Qingning.
"Then how did you end up at the Buddhist Light Temple?" Gu Qingning asked, puzzled.
"I go to the Buddhist Light Temple every year on my mother's memorial day to pray for her," Pei Zhiqing's voice was low and gentle, like a spring breeze caressing her heart.
"Oh, I see." Gu Qingning nodded, feeling a bit touched.
"Do you have any other questions?" Pei Zhiqing looked at her, his eyes filled with affection.
"No more, thank you, husband." Gu Qingning smiled and leaned against him.
As Gu Qingning realized the truth, her previous doubts faded away. She had thought he had planned everything in advance.
"About that incident at the Duke of Qi's residence..."
"They deserve it; how dare they try to tarnish your reputation?" Pei Zhiqing's voice turned cold. "I had no choice but to stage a play at Baihua Tower to bring them together. Not killing them is already the greatest mercy."
The thought of Pei Zhirui plotting against Gu Qingning made Pei Zhiqing's heart ache as if it were being cut by knives; he wished he could tear him apart.
The small Baihua Tower served as a minor punishment for him. He might not fight for the throne, but that didn't mean he would allow anyone to take his fiancée from him.
"Husband, please don't be angry." Seeing the flash of ruthlessness in Pei Zhiqing's eyes made her heart ache once more.
Gu Qingning felt as if there was a crucial piece of memory missing in her mind regarding her relationship with him.
"I'm hungry, my husband." Gu Qingning temporarily set aside her worries and looked steadily at Pei Zhijing.
Pei Zhijing smiled, his lips curling up as he gazed at the composed Gu Qingning. "I've sent someone to bring food to our room. We can eat together."
Gu Qingning nodded in agreement.
"By the way, how are my father and Wan Ning doing?" Just two days after leaving home, Gu Qingning began to worry about Gu Changqing and Gu Wan Ning.
"With Yin Sha around, Sister Wan Ning will be fine. Even if something happens, there's still my elder brother to take care of things. You don't need to worry. We can go back together in a couple of days to check on them."
After Gu Qingning's wedding, Gu Changqing had not been idle; he trained in the military camp every day.
Fortunately, Gu Haotian was at the Zhongyuan Marquis residence, so the second branch did not dare to act too recklessly.
"Yes."
Gu Haotian had returned, but the siblings had yet to meet.
"Husband, what is going on with the poison in your body?"
Unable to contain her curiosity, Gu Qingning asked again.
Hearing the term "husband" slip from his beloved wife's lips time and again filled Pei Zhijing's heart with overwhelming happiness. Ever since his mother passed away, he had felt as though he had no home.
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