When Bao Gucheng’s location was revealed, those who understood it felt their hearts race wildly.

Yin Hu’s voice trembled a bit, and he couldn’t help looking at Zuzi: "Miss Xi, would you... be willing to accompany us on a trip to Qingcheng?"

After all, every time we’ve entered and exited Qingcheng, encountering mysterious events, it was always Zuzi who stepped in to turn danger into safety.

Yin Hu now worshipped Zuzi’s abilities with the utmost reverence.

Little Crow reminded from beside: "Ancestor, last time you dug Bao Gucheng out of the grave, didn’t several bolts of lightning strike down! The backlash has been appearing frequently lately, and the old master of your family almost died just now. Ancestor, you must be careful, very careful!"

Zuzi pondered for a moment.

Before she could answer, Chen Long interrupted Yin Hu’s request: "Hu Zi, what are you saying? If Mr. Bo were here, he’d definitely give you a few good smacks. Miss Xi has already helped us determine the location, does she need to take on all the tasks for us too? Are you still a man or not?"

"Understood, Brother Long."

Yin Hu felt somewhat ashamed.

Unconsciously, his worship of Zuzi had turned into dependence, which he couldn’t control.

As a man, how could he always rely on a girl to risk herself?

A girl whom Mr. Bo cherished like a jewel in his palm—how could they treat her like one of their own?

"Miss Xi, we’ll report back to you once we’ve found Mr. Bo!"

Chen Long swiftly gathered a team of brothers, dispatched a squadron of planes, and sped towards Qingcheng Mountain.

Here, the feast was nearing its end, and guests were leaving one after another.

After sending off the guests, Gu Qiusha was worried about the old master’s health and couldn’t even bother tidying up the gifts herself, leaving it entirely to the servants, as she hurried back to the Gu Family with Zuzi and others.

The family doctor was by the old master’s bedside, administering a nutrient solution and tranquilizer, and the old master was utterly exhausted, having drifted into sleep.

He looked as if he was breathing steadily, as though he’d escaped disaster.

"But we still need to observe the situation at midnight. The old master’s heart can’t bear the strain any longer; the pacemaker has long since been ineffective for him, and combined with other underlying illnesses... it’s very easy for sleep apnea to occur. His situation means that each night is a tremendous trial," the doctor warned.

Gu Qiusha’s face paled.

Gu Yuzhi held her by the shoulder, gently comforting her: "Doctors tend to tell us the worst-case scenarios, Sha Sha, try not to worry too much, alright?"

"I know." Gu Qiusha pursed her lips lightly, "Brother, I’ll stay with Dad tonight, you should rest first."

Gu Yuzhi: "..."

How could he agree to that? Letting the woman he loves most be unable to properly rest on her wedding night? Even if it’s his father, he couldn’t agree.

"I’ll stay with him, you rest. I’m your brother, you need to listen to me."

Gu Qiusha laughed at his serious demeanor, "We’re both too childish, let’s not argue about this, okay? Besides, I’m your wife, you should listen to me!"

Gu Yuzhi: "..."

A wife outranks a brother.

He couldn’t win.

Time was slipping away, and the clock’s hands gradually pointed towards midnight.

Seeing the old master’s condition was still stable, and fearing she’d fall asleep, Gu Qiusha simply moved her easel to the bedside, preparing to paint through the night.

On the easel lay a framed painting, covered with a white cloth; it was the portrait Gu Qiusha had promised to give to Nangong Mo.

"What do you think Fourth Master means, asking me to keep it as a memento? How should I deal with his portrait? It’s awkward to sell it, and hanging it at home, you wouldn’t agree..." Gu Qiusha muttered as she slowly lifted the white cloth.

Nangong Mo’s indifferent yet free-spirited face appeared, lifelike.

Gu Yuzhi frowned.

"Brother, don’t be upset, I’ll find a way to dispose of it. Whether he accepts it or not, I’ll have someone send it to his estate tomorrow morning..."

"I’m not upset," Gu Yuzhi said in a deep voice. "Don’t you think this portrait looks familiar?"

"Pfft. This is Fourth Master, of course it’s familiar."

"No. Don’t you think it resembles someone?" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Resemble who?"