By contrast, Gu Yuena was staying in a remote guest room at Su Mansion.
Though her body still ached from her unhealed injuries, once she confirmed that Su Ling had allowed her to stay, the violet eyes that had been lifeless withered no more, and sparkled with renewed vitality.
Every day, as long as she could catch a glimpse of Su Ling—even just the distant outline of his profile—she would be elated for ages.
She felt as if every moment now were a beautiful dream she had stolen, too wonderful to be real. She cherished it, yet felt uneasy.
Ye Wanqing's feelings toward Gu Yuena were too complicated to put into words.
As a mother, she would never forget.
It was this silver-haired maiden who had nearly taken her son's life.
So she strictly limited Gu Yuena's contact with Su Ling, staying by her son's side almost every moment.
And yet, in the end, people's hearts were made of flesh.
Sometimes, peering through a crack in the door, she would see the silver-haired maiden curled up in the corner of the bed, hugging her knees as she gazed blankly out the window.
At those moments, what welled up in Ye Wanqing's heart was not only lingering wariness, but also a hard-to-describe ache.
This child... really was pitiful.
But she immediately shook her head, forcibly suppressing this softness that had no place in her heart.
Another person who was dissatisfied, even growing anxious and furious, was Qian Renxue.
Over these four days, she had visited Su Mansion many times in her capacity as Crown Prince, bringing all kinds of rare medicinal herbs and expensive tonics.
She wanted to see the young man's injuries with her own eyes, to use Angel Divine Power to dispel the foreign energy entangled within him, and,