Comforting Her and Unexpected News

"Not exactly. It couldn't really be called dealing with him either. They only wanted us to cause Prince Duan some trouble, at least enough to leave him bedridden for another three to five months.

"As for that divine weapon, it is called the Black Gold Blood Whip. Soft as brocade, hard as steel, and incomparably resilient—it is perfect for Qing'er."

As Duàn Yì spoke, he gave Guō Qíng a slight smile, only to receive a roll of her eyes in return.

Yang Wuxia also let out a breath of relief. So it was not an assassination, merely causing some trouble.

That was fine. At least she would not have to struggle with such a dilemma.

After dinner, although all the women wished to spend more time with Duàn Yì, there were too many wolves and too little meat, too many monks and too little porridge. Duàn Yì alone could not divide himself, so he could only soothe them one by one.

There were no major problems with Ding Ling, Qin Xin, and Little Yue'er.

Though he spent less than a quarter of an hour with each of them, they had already savored tenderness and happiness to their hearts' content, feeling as though a beautiful life lay right before their eyes.

Only then did Duàn Yì draw a breath, silently prepare his words, and compose his speech before knocking on the wooden door of the room where Guō Qíng was staying.

When she opened the door, Guō Qíng's gorgeous face was rather cold. Her eyes flickered slightly, then, without even looking at Duàn Yì, she twisted her slender waist and returned to the room, sitting sullenly at the head of the bed.

The lamplight was dim and yellow, yet it illuminated the room, making Guō Qíng's already lovely face seem even